Scott Cook

Scott Cook

BandWorldReggae

I try to write the plain truth. Honest, laid-back roots tunes over barefoot grooves. The lyrics are by turns personal & political; the music spans folk, reggae, oldtime country & acoustic hip hop.

Biography

The Anglers come from Canada and South Africa but met serendiptiously in Taiwan, where they were all teaching kindergarten. In a few years of weekends they've managed to play all over the island, get the attention of national english-language radio & print media, & build a solid, sweaty fanbase of foreigners & locals with their marathon sets of roots & reggae grooves.

They have lately turned to the Canadian market, & are gradually making inroads there, with two succesful summer tours of festivals & bars that included stops at the North & South Country Fairs, Starbelly Jam in the Kootenays, Fred Eaglesmith's charity picnic, the Sasquatch Festival, Waynefest, the Railway Club in vancouver, & the Black Dog & Sidetrack Cafe in edmonton. Scott toured across the country solo in the summer & fall of 2005 & will return for a longer stay in 2006. He is currently working on his first full-length solo album, to be released in the summer of 2006.

Lyrics

fish jumpin'

Written By: scott cook

earth around & air above
what a lovely place to be in love
fish jumpin, pollywogs wogglin'
insects getting it on & minds bogglin
smoke dragons, happy hounds waggin
flies & butterflies ziggin & zaggin
we could dance in the mud or just do whatever
you & I could put our heads together
& talk solutions or just talk silly
sounding senses & sensibilities
we could get high to complement the weather, well
you & I could scatter our atoms together
& see what different songs ring
in the mingled spaces in between

sunny sister
your shady eyes
your dewy morning thoughts
your smooth tatooed sides
we could kick the hack & dig the sunny weather
you & I could wander
down the winding road together &
pick berries, explore & spelunk &
wonder & gape & who woulda thunk it?
well, fish jumpin, pollywogs wogglin'
insects getting it on & minds bogglin'
smoke dragons, happy hounds waggin
flies & butterflies ziggin & zaggin
earth around & air above
what a lovely place to be in love
we could raise a glass of wine & toast the weather
you & I could scatter our atoms together
& see what different songs ring
in the mingled spaces in between

we could make Chinese lamps & float em down the river
hold each other with our bodies all aquiver
& close the tent fly against the rainy weather
you & I could zip our sleeping bags together...

out on the road

Written By: scott cook

when you're out on the road, good people you know
you know there ain't nothing that's certain
it's just a day-to-day flow, tryin to draw back the curtain
to the inner chambers of experience & the kernel of life
take up the path seriously as though you were taking a wife
so many situations'll pass, so much you don't understand
but if you can float atop it all you'll be the doo-dah man
cause when you're out on the road you got to have a code you can live by
the kind your elders grew by, like Crosby, Stills & Nash knew by
to do what you gotta do by, & make it through by, to get to something true by

yes & when we rollin up the herbs it's like a cure-all tonic
we spin the chronic chronicles of the conical chronic
throw out ideas too strange & too various to mention
we keep shooin the blues away with a quarter ounce of prevention
it's worth a pound of cure, they say, & they say so rightly
we life our spirits with a blunt smoke-filled rap session nightly
cause there ain't no help for a cowboy layin down some lonely nights out on the plains
can't have the cowgirls we're missin, we get by with some kissin
from our old sweet companion, mary jane...

go ahead babe

Written By: scott cook

go ahead babe, any way you wanna do
go ahead, baby, & do what’s right for you
go ahead babe, & do whatever way you please
& I'll go ahead, baby, & do whatever way suits me

I think you're foxy, baby, told you so
why wouldn't I go ahead & let you know, baby?
I don't wanna own you babe, I'm not the owning kind
don't really need to call you mine
you just go ahead babe, I know you got a lot to do
do it confidently, baby, whatever comes to you
much love, babe, I've got so much love in my heart
wanna spill it out sweetly, gently baby, feels like a real good time to start

I think you're foxy, baby, told you so
why wouldn't I go ahead & let you know, baby?
I don't wanna own you, babe, I don't wanna be owned
but when you're tired of laying down alone
you just go ahead babe

Discography

scott cook - goin up the river (demo EP), 2002
the anglers - a quarter ounce of prevention, 2003

both albums are available (streaming) on roots music canada, & have been played on the CBC, CKUA, & some university stations.

Set List

Depends on the event. We can play for 3 hours or more if need be (& we certainly have)... mostly originals, with some lesser-known covers thrown in.