The Printing Press

The Printing Press

 Toronto, Ontario, CAN
BandRockFolk

A piano, a guitar, a bass, drums and three voices blend in a way that is both innovative and unique. Jonathan, Jeff, James and Matt are highly distinct musical sensibilities who have come together to combine disparate influences in a nebulous mix of folk, rock, and pop.

Biography

Jonathan Bright has been playing the piano since he was three years of age and, according to sources who have requested that they remain nameless, has been singing since he was inside the womb. By the time he reached the ripe old age of 16, however, he decided that the rigid totalitarian structure of the venerable Royal Conservatory of Music was a waste of intellectual space and thenceforth focused his creative energy on the creation and subsequent performance of his own music. Influenced in many ways by the pianist-songwriter tradition espoused by Reginald Dwight and William Martin as well as the classic American songbooks of Basie, Miller, Dorsey, Porter, Gershwin, and the boppers, Jonathan’s piano and vocal creations come to musical fruition in collaboration with the artistic genius who is his counterpart, Jeff Hume. Jonathan brings a keen theoretical approach to the music of The Printing Press, and enjoys peppering the duo’s collaborations with flatted fifths and augmented ninths, in a way spiting the RCM while spicing up the changes. Jonathan’s favourite note is B.

Jeff Hume has been spotted rocking out so hard that several strings on his much-loved and very musically-inclined acoustic guitar, broke at the same time. It appears that the motive for such anti-social behaviour stems from a love of great classic rock, combined with a bunch of bands you probably haven't heard of. Since a young age, Jeff has been playing music in a variety of forms, including piano and an ill-fated, two-year relationship with a clarinet. As well as gently – or less-than-gently – caressing the strings, a skill he has been perfecting for more than five years, Jeff’s lyrical vocals bring a sense of what can only be described as haunted subtlety to the collaborations of The Printing Press’ oeuvre. From the wistful longing of nostalgia to the feverish exhortations of, well, just about anything, Jeff applies his vocal versatility to an already stellar songwriting sensibility. Jeff's favourite chord is E minor.

Lyrics

I Thought I Died

Written By: Jonathan Bright & Jeff Hume

While I was tearing leaves
Off a four leaf clover,
I thought I died,
And the world started over.

While I was staring at stars
In an endless sky,
I thought I died,
And the world passed by.

And somewhere in this crazy thing
Is something worth imagining.
They tell me I'm believing it,
But it's not worth a single thing

I took a walk down
Fifth Avenue.
I thought I died,
And the world looked just like you.

So I took a ride
In my 1960 Chevrolet.
I thought I died,
But the world got in the way.

And somewhere in this crazy thing
Is something worth imagining.
They tell me I'm believing it,
But it's not worth a single thing

And somewhere in this crazy thing
Is something worth imagining.
They tell me I'm believing it,
But it's not worth a single thing

But it's not worth a single thing.
Yeah, it's not worth a single thing.
No, it's not worth a single thing.

Chronicles

Written By: Jonathan Bright & Jeff Hume

I said, "Did you mean it,
When you said that we were through?"
She said, "I didn't,
But maybe I will soon!"

Ba bah dah dee yup bad dah dee ah dee yup bah dah dee yah.
Ba bah dah dee yup bad dah dee ah dee yup bah dah dee yah!

Went to visit a friend in prison,
Said, "What did you do?"
Said, "I didn't really like someone,
And they didn't like me too."
"Didn't really answer me,
Well, did you?"
"Well, if I told you, I'd have to kill you
And no-one visits but you."

Ba bah dah dee yup bad dah dee ah dee yup bah dah dee yah.
Ba bah dah dee yup bad dah dee ah dee yup bah dah dee yah!

Went home, took off my jacket,
And pulled up a chair.
Fixed myself a drink,
Cause no-one was there.
Maybe I'll go out
And get a breath of air.
It might be good for me,
But I'm not sure I care.

The Spanish One

Written By: Jonathan Bright & Jeff Hume

Sunlight streams
Through my eyes,
Reaching out
From my mind.
Darkness falls,
Light abounds.
Memory calls
Without a sound.

Oooh, aaah, laaa, sing me a song now!
Oooh, aaah, laaa, it won't be long now!

What have you got
With nothing to lose?
An empty box,
And empty shoes.
Nothing you say
Won't make this right.
Even if you squint,
You won't see me, quite.

Oceans to cross,
Miles to see.
People to own,
And things to be.

Oooh, aaah, laaa, sing me a song now!
Oooh, aaah, laaa, it won't be long now!

June 26th

Written By: Jonathan Bright

I saw my old lover today.
She smiled and said "hello."
Her eyes were as beautiful
As the day I saw her go.
'Cause two years ago,
She told me to get out the door,
And for two years I thought
I would see her no more.

But I guess sometimes
We get it wrong.
And now an older soul
Sings you this song!

The old guy who lives next to me
Almost died to day, I swear;
But they say that you're
Safe in your home,
And no-one can hurt you there.
But his chances are slim,
Though he's lucky,
I'm sure you'd agree.
Sure, a robbery's grim,
But they even took his dignity.

And I guess sometimes
We get it wrong.
And now a worried soul
Sings you this song!

I came to a decision yesterday;
I told myself
I'd let bygones be bygones
And I'd say, to anyone
Who asked me what I thought
About the world I know,
I know I'd tell them
That it's very rarely right
And goes to show,
When even people fight,
We've really got
A long long way to go.

And I hope that
We don't always get it wrong.
And I hope that
We can learn how to be strong.
But I know without
A place that I belong,
A lonely soul will sing
This lonely song.

Comes Around

Written By: Jeff Hume

Rainy day woman,
Number 52,
Takes a field trip
To the laundry room.
Outside, a man is looking
For a fight.
Let's hope he gets one
Before he comes home tonight.

I don't wanna be there
When he comes around.
I don't wanna be there
When he comes around.

Saw a couple
In the parking lot.
They looked so out of it
I don't know what they'd done.
Knock on my window
In the middle of the night.
They're quick to anger and
Quick to fight.

I don't wanna be there
When they come around.
I don't wanna be there
When they come around.

I've been a mess;
I just wanna talk a while.
I'll explain the rest
When I get to see you smile.
When I get off the phone
I'm gonna get in the car.
I won't be long;
You really don't live that far.

I hope you'll be there
When I come around.
I hope you'll be there
When I come around.
Cause you know I'd be there
If you came around.
Yeah you know I'd be there
If you came around.

Song For Saving

Written By: Jeff Hume

I've gone along,
And I've been wrong.
And I will go on, without blaming.

I tried to be strong,
So I wrote a song.
I wrote a song for saving.
Oh, I.

They say it's the law,
For those who are lost:
Can they right their wrongs without aiding?

So I wrote a song
For those who are lost.
I wrote a song for saving.
Oh, I.

I watched,
I watched.
I watched it all go away.
I watched,
I watched.
I watched it all;
I watched it all go away.

I woke up from the storm,
I got up to warn
Those people to stop their forsaking.

So I wrote a song
For those who are gone.
I wrote a song for saving.
Oh, I.

I wrote a song,
I wrote a song.
I wrote a song for saving.
I wrote a song,
I wrote a song.
I wrote a song for saving.

Killing Me

Written By: Jonathan Bright

How can you say, beyond a reasonable doubt, that I'm guilty?
How can you profess to know the inner workings of my mind?
How can you say this noose you're tying won't just kill me?
How can you say that this noose you're tying won't unwind?

Baby, your lies are just killing me (killing me).
I can't disguise that you're killing (killing me, killing me)!
No surprise that I'm
Willing to say I despise you
Now I realize that you're killing me.

Baby, all you wanna do is run around and have some fun,
But maybe your wings of wax are too close to the sun.
Baby, I'm just not the kinda guy to buy a diamond ring.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend, but they're not everything.

Baby, your lies are just killing me (killing me).
I can't disguise that you're killing (killing me, killing me)!
No surprise that I'm
Willing to say I despise you
Now I realize that you're killing me.

Discography

Worth Imagining (May 2010)

1. Green Red
2. Chronicles
3. I Thought I Died
4. Comes Around
5. Ghosts From The War
6. Talk Is Cheap
7. Rest For The Wicked
8. Song For Saving
9. Killing Me
10. Fifty-Eight Pianos
11. June 26th

Engineered by Jonathan Bright and James Everett at Studio 73 and mastered by Dylan Bell at FreePlay Studios.
All material copyright The Printing Press (SOCAN).

Chronicles EP (2008)

1. Another Wall
2. Chronicles
3. To Dreaming

Engineered by Jonathan Bright at Studio 201
All material copyright The Printing Press (SOCAN).

Exhibit A (2007)

1. The Spanish One
2. What Have You Done With The Rain?
3. Afraid of the Dark
4. We Gotta Be
5. Day To Day
6. Green (Red)
7. Fifty-Eight Pianos
8. Quarter To Nine

Engineered by Jonathan Bright at Studio 201.
Mastered by Chris Hudec at Digital Sunspot Studios.
All material copyright The Printing Press (SOCAN).
Manufactured by Media Replication Services in Toronto, Canada.

Set List

The following are subject to change, given the whims and vagaries of rock musicians with short attention spans.

45 Minutes:

1. Green Red
2. Chronicles
3. Talk Is Cheap
4. All The While
5. Comes Around
6. The Moroccan
7. June 26th
8. Rest For The Wicked
9. 58 Pianos
10. Killing Me
11. Ghosts From The War
12. I Thought I Died
Encore: The Spanish One

20 Minutes:

1. 58 Pianos
2. Green Red
3. Comes Around
4. Killing Me
5. Ghosts From The War
6. I Thought I Died

The following setlist is a 90-minute (split into two 45-minute halves) concert that The Printing Press recently played at The Tranzac Club in Toronto, Canada. The band is capable of playing any length of set up to and including this entire list:

First Half

1. Green (Red) [intro only]
2. The Spanish One
3. Take The Money And Run - Steve Miller Band
4. Money - Pink Floyd
5. What Have You Done With The Rain?
6. Altruistic Enemy
7. Another Wall
8. Rest For The Wicked