Fandom 50 #22
If asked to describe one way in which I'm a typical Canadian, I think the first answer to come to mind would be: "I like the Tragically Hip."
In truth, I love the Tragically Hip, but I feel like the Hip are so baseline beloved in this country that using the word "love" implies a level of fandom that I don't come close to meeting. I couldn't name all thirteen of their albums, but I can rattle off at least twenty of their songs that I listen to regularly. I didn't attend their famous last concert in 2016 shortly after frontman Gord Downie's brain cancer diagnosis, but I was one of the over 11 million people (about 1/3 of the country at the time) who tuned in to watch it on the CBC. My prized possession as a kid was my sister's hand-me-down Fully Completely t-shirt. I made at least one move to Ahead by a Century as a teenager and, once I got some more experience under my belt, to So Hard Done By.
While the Hip managed their career strategically, they didn't chase trends or tie themselves to a sound that had previously been successful. Their music is varied and
specific in a way that a lot of record labels might insist is incompatible with being one of the biggest rock acts in a country across many albums and multiple decades. And it might be, in a Canada without CanCon laws (which are decidedly imperfect but which I think the Canadian media landscape would be poorer for without). The Hip's songs are often moody, sometimes outright dark, more alternative than arena and more about will than whimsy, frequently featuring references to modern Canadian history in ways that somehow created moments of shared Canadian identity through the presupposition of it.
There's no particular reason I went with Bobcaygeon. When I was shuffling things around to accommodate other artists, this just ended up a good year to slot the Hip into, and I think this song is fairly representative of the minimalist side of their sound and the artfulness of their references (in this case, pieces from the Christie Pits Riots and Oswald Mosley by way of British folk-punk group The Men They Couldn't Hang, and of course the titular nod to a small community in Ontario). Also, while the music video didn't go in that direction, Gord Downie used to sometimes introduce this song as being about a cop who's in a relationship with his male partner, and I always liked that interpretation.
Bobcaygeon by
The Tragically Hip