1. When was the first time you knew Wolf Parade was officially a band?
It’s weird to say, but I don’t really feel that Wolf Parade was ever officially a band. The project came together so fast & always felt like it was held together with spit & tape. The band always had a feeling that it could be over tomorrow. I think that was one of the things that made it great.
Here are some thoughts from a few people who were in Montreal in 2003. I asked both Sean from Said the Gramophone and Mike Irvine (a friend of the band) to share their memories from that year.
Sean from Said the Gramophone:
I don’t remember exactly the first time I saw Wolf Parade. But it was 2003 and Win from Arcade Fire was convinced he had discovered the best band in the world – he wouldn’t stop talking about these guys who had moved to Montreal from British Columbia, who seemed to epitomize so much of what Win’s band was not. Black-clad and dour, impulsive and surreal and dangerous. Win wanted to play with them, to record with them, to make an EP where the groups covered each other’s songs. I was less infatuated on my first impression – Wolf Parade seemed a little too hectic, a little too noisy, the songs too ramshackle or shredded. But my friend Dan Beirne was instantly smitten, and his enthusiasm – plus Wolf Parade’s exquisite first two EPs – made a champion out of me. Still, I have a clear recollection of the way I originally evaluated the Spencer Krug: “That guy is clearly an asshole,” I thought. It was in the wheeze of his keys, the jerk of his voice, the lay of his mustache. It took another five years to learn he was a sweetheart.
The Weather song was one of my favorite early Spencer songs that they played in their first half dozen shows or so but he decided he no longer liked it and that was that.
I think Dan is understating how shitty things were financially, how hard he worked and how much he had to persevere to get through the shit. He did shitty telemarketing jobs for years to make ends meet. I was always really impressed by his willingness to do whatever it took to get by in a city that is not always super hospitable to us uni-lingual anglos.