Mark Paré

Mark Paré

BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

This is not your typical singer-songwriter fare. Intense and intelligent, music from a unique but relatable perspective. Influenced by artists as diverse as Neil Young, CAKE, Death Cab for Cutie, Mark's rhythmic style and pro approach make him a favourite with fans, and venues alike.

Biography

Mark Paré grew up on the outskirts of Toronto, and while Nirvana and Pearl Jam were changing the world, artists like
Hayden, hHead, and Change of Heart were having a much more profound and personal effect on Mark's view of songwriting and performing. Looking back fondly at shows
by the above at the Opera House and other Toronto venues - does anyone remember Woolsock? In those days, Mark cut his teeth playing in franco-ontarien band Vision Affaiblie,
playing shows throughout Ontario, including back to back appearances at the Festival Franco-Ontarien, and the CBC's La brunante.

Vocals influenced by artistst as diverse as Neil Young, Benjamin Gibbard and Gord Downie, to guitar playing tinged with traces of Robbie Krieger (the Doors) and Hubert Sumlin (Howlin Wolf, Muddy Waters), not to mention the grittiness of the grunge era.
Mark Paré has never sought to emulate any specific style, rather flowing with the natural evolution of his own voice and playing.

Having performed with various bands from Toronto to Ottawa, to Buckingham Québec, Mark can burn down the house with an intense, smoking guitar solo, or perform a quiet
set of intensely personal and heartfelt acoustic music.

Recently, Mark has performed as guitarist for alt-Americana-folkers Northlander (formerly Kinnexa Cross), and performed solo acoustic material throughout Ottawa, at local
farmers markets, at the Old Ottawa South Art and Music Festival, the Victoria Day and Canada Day Festivals in Ottawa, at Brampton Summerfest, and at Huxley's in Renfrew.

Stay tuned in the fall of 2011 for 100% DIY release of 'The New Impossible' a demo/EP of original material.

Lyrics

Me And The Pretty Girl

Written By: Mark Paré

Me and the pretty girl with the radish hair, she was slipping away and I was just sitting there,
Me and the poetry in the books I’d burned, this acid-tongued freshman had yet to learn,
I was taking vitamins and nicotine, the candy was sweeter and the grass was green,
I was sitting all alone and singing along, to Christmas time and random snowfall.

Had it all worked out, I’d have blamed it all on you,
Had we got ourselves out, I’d have blamed it all on you.

I had some devastating news to share, I’d have called you but it just wasn’t fair,
I wrote some letters to the alphabet, a chain of innocents was all I could get,
We were looking for some atmosphere, it’s all around and we’re right here,
I was saving something for the nick of time, but it’s come and gone and been left behind.

Had it all worked out, I’d have blamed it all on you,
Had we got ourselves out, I’d have blamed it all on you.

Had it all worked out, I’d have blamed it all on you,
Had we dug ourselves out, I’d have blamed it all on you,
When it all came down, I blamed it all on you,
When they came around, I blamed it all on you.

Yeah, yeah, I can see it now.
Yeah, yeah, it’s all so clear now.

Deep Blue Sea

Written By: Mark Paré

I’ve been talking to the ghosts, I don’t think they mind
Wish I was headed for the coast
Making pretty good time

Deep Blue Sea, Deep Blue Sea, Come around, carry me
Everything I thought I should be
Washed away in the deep blue sea

The Sun don’t wear me down now,
The sand don’t burn my feet,
Out here, there ain’t no sound,
Riding waves on the deep blue sea.

I’ve been beating up the past,
Not giving it a chance
Moving slow to make it last
Never mind the consequence

The Sun don’t wear me down now,
The sand don’t burn my feet,
Out here, there ain’t no sound,
Riding waves on the deep blue sea.

Deep blue sea, deep blue sea,
Rise and fall, carry me,
Closer to where I ought to be,
Riding waves on the deep blue sea.

This Is The Day

Written By: Mark Paré

This coffee is bitter, and I’m unimpressed.
I’m already sweating, though I’ve barely dressed.
Today is a mountain, covered with cars,
It’s hard from the foothills,
To get very far.

Inch by inch, by inch
Shoulder, to shoulder to chin
We’re all about destination
This is the day, and it begins

In the middle of thinking, ‘how far have I gone?’
The telephone’s ringing, there’s more to be done
Inside a metronome, is counting the time
I can swim with the best of ‘em, but some has to be mine

Minutes, Minutes and hours
Bits and pieces and parts
If we’re being led by these bodies
Then what about our hearts?

The ride home is painless, it’s the place where I hide
Can hardly believe I made it through another one alive….

Finish the ritual, disconnect the phone
We stay up late so we can be alone
There’s mountains and molehills and oceans and lakes
When you’re beside me, that’s all that it takes

Day by day by day
All of the things we’ve been
We will find our destination
When we know where to begin
This is the day
This is where it begins.

Discography

"The New Impossible" - Self-produced and distributed - September 2011