Happy 10th Anniversary Apologies to the Queen Mary!

Sunday September 27th marks the 10 year anniversary of Wolf Parade’s ‘Apologies To The Queen Mary’. This record has influenced and inspired a legion of fans. The 12 Days of Apologies project was full of art, videos, covers, essays, all inspired by the 12 tracks that make up this brilliant record. Here are some more fan inspired essays, photos, and tweets! But first..

Dan and Spencer at Wolfe Island Festival 8/2015 – Photo by Hyden Weiner-Grossman

10 years of Apologies #wolfparade

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Justin Joffe from The NY Observer wrote this amazing piece about Apologies to the Queen Mary.

Stereogum did a nice write up about the 10 year anniversasry

If you haven’t read it already, read Brandon Stosuy’s amazaing review of Apologies from the Queen Mary from September 2005. my favorite line is “In a few years, other folks will still remember where they were when they first heard Apologies to the Queen Mary.”

Quotes, Essay’s, Short Stories

Thank you Wayne Massingham for this:

“10 years ago this weekend an album was released that changed my life. Wolf Parade felt like they existed just for me. They were fully charged with emotion and their songs were epic productions of heart stopping grandeur. Guitars and drums and keyboards crashed in an unholy mess that was beyond thrilling. They had released some EPs that caught my attention. The first time I heard them I was hooked. Then they released their debut album. “Apologies to the Queen Mary” was born and in time it would become my favourite album of all time. It is near perfect. 12 songs of exploration, love, joy and passion. Two singers and songwriters, Dan and Spencer, that pushed and pulled each other to great heights. If a more perfect song has ever been recorded than “I’ll Believe in Anything” then I would like to meet it. I was lucky enough to see them twice in Canada in 2005 and in 2007. I will never forget them. They released two more albums of impeccable quality and then went their separate ways. I will never forget them and I will always have their perfect first album living deep inside my heart.”

Love this essay by Shadrach

I learned a lesson when I was 25. Never attend a friend’s wedding out of state if your friend is the only person you know that is going to be there. Because after the ceremony and the reception, when the bride and groom climb into their shaving creamed car and drive away, you will suddenly realize that the shaving creamed car was the one you were expecting to have drive you to the airport the next day, but now it and the driver are gone.

So, you find your friends new brother-in-law who is preparing to leave for college the next day with his girlfriend. “Sure,” they say, “We can take you to the airport on our way.” But time with family is precious. And even as you, a total stranger frantically help them pile clothes into a duffle bag because they haven’t bothered to even pack yet, you realize you may not make it to the airport. Just a quick stop for lunch with family? That is going to be difficult, but who are you to say anything? Maybe we can go to Cracker Barrel? We definitely do not have time for that, but I don’t want to break up this family’s special time together. Cracker Barrel is full on a Sunday afternoon and the wait will be 30 minutes just to get a table? Nope. Nope nope nope. I’m having to get everyone’s attention and remind them quite firmly that my plane leaves in an hour and a half, and the airport is an hour away. Was it revenge that lead them to drive 5 miles under the speed limit the whole way there, singing along to Kelly Clarkson in the front seat? Maybe.

I missed my flight that day. And then I was on the last flight to arrive that night into a completely snowed in Chicago. I stood in the dark concourse, surrounded by piles of snoring bodies. A homeless camp of stranded passengers. I looked down at my watch as it passed midnight. It was now my birthday. I was 25 years old. And I was alone.

I had two items of significance on me that day, the first an engraved pocket knife that was my groomsman gift from my friend. Somehow it had accidentally been stuffed in my coat pocket and went unseen by airport security in Missouri. I knew the likelihood of it making it through security in Chicago was not likely. So, although my flight out wasn’t for another 18 hours, I couldn’t leave the terminal. The second item in my possession was a CD player with one CD, Wolf Parade’s brand new ‘Apologies to the Queen Mary’. I found an abandoned corner of the gate area, built a small nest on the floor and turned it on.

“Nobody knows you and nobody gives a damn anyway.”

I listened to the album more in one day that I have ever listened to any album in a single day, either before or since. It just spoke to me in that moment. Ice against the windows. Ice on the faces of the exhausted people waking up and stretching on the garish carpet patters of the airport cathedral. A surreal live circus performance that still plays out in my head when I listen to the songs today. I was stranded on an island in a sea of people and I watched them from my corner like a ghost. Invisible. Inhuman. None of them could see me, none of them wanted to. And ‘Apologies to the Queen Mary’ was the soundtrack. I was alone, but I was not alone in feeling alone.

It was possibly the best birthday I ever had. A transition from life as a child, to life as a man. It was my test of manhood. My spirit walk into the forest of the world, a lone hunter crawling through the trees, a homemade spear held tightly to my chest. And to the tune of “It’s a Curse” I let out a feral scream and lunged headlong into the rest of my life.

There isn’t a band I miss more than Wolf Parade.

Shadrach also wrote this great short story about early Wolf Parade song ‘Lousy Pictutes’:

I’ve run across the song “Lousy Pictures” many times over the years, and always just assumed I had heard it. So, I was taken aback when it came up on my playlist today and I realized I had never heard it before. The experience was a bit overwhelming, to be honest.

It’s like finding a home movie of your wife hidden at the end of a VHS copy of a movie you taped off of Television. Long after she has died and you have almost forgotten how great her hair smelled and how her laugh used to send shivers up your back and how she could pout and put a lump in your throat. And now here you are on a soiled couch in 2014 watching a VHS copy of Robocop in your underwear on a Friday night, because your life is a joke and you are an alcoholic wreck. Your kids hate you because you enjoy things like Robocop. But you have lost all taste in beauty, or have grown to fear and hide from beauty because one day it will die and you will just be left alone again. And suddenly there it is, in the middle of the credit roll while you are bent over the edge of your chair reaching for a cold slice of pizza, you hear her voice. And you look up and she’s standing on the screen, an angel with a sunlit halo singing about gypsies at a 4th of July barbecue, and you choke. You gasp and try to stand, but your legs have fallen asleep because you haven’t moved in 3 hours. You collapse onto the floor a weeping mess. Because why? Why would a good and gracious God take such beauty from the earth? Why would he leave us with such an empty world of paper mache facsimiles that only mock her beauty? Why is it gone? Why did it end?

I https://www.newlinecarpets.com.au/buy-generic-viagra-online/ spend the rest of the night rewinding and rewinding and rewinding, until the tape falls apart. I fall asleep on the floor and pray not to dream, but God does not listen.

Wolf Parade.. I whisper quietly in my sleep… Wolf Parade…

Great retrospective review of Apologies from Greg Bouhard at Noisey

But on Apologies to the Queen Mary, Wolf Parade sounded like a tight, powerful, unified, fresh, and exciting band. They were better than the sum of their parts, which is saying a lot considering the parts they were made of. Krug had already established himself as a luminary songwriter with Frog Eyes and Sunset Rubdown, Dante DeCaro had just left Hot Hot Heat and was one of Canada’s most ingenious guitarists, Boeckner had released two albums with the under appreciated Atlas Strategic, and Arlen Thompson was one of Montreal’s most sought after drummers, playing not least on “Wake Up” by Arcade Fire. Then there was Isaac Brock of Modest Mouse producing the album, giving a the band certain sonic consistency that was absent from their subsequent self-produced releases. They were hyped up as an indie rock supergroup and actually delivered.

Together they introduced a sound that countless bands have tried to copy but none have gotten right. It was a perfect balance of grit, noise, and emotional urgency. Krug and Boeckner sang beautiful tunes through rough, strained voices, as if bearing their souls on a late drunken night at the darkest, smokiest, loudest bar in the city. The band’s scratchy guitars, vocal howls, and hammering drums hid the fact that there were perfect and pristine pop songs underneath. It’s this foundation that makes Apologies to the Queen Mary only get better with age. “Shine a Light” still soars above the haze like a long lost Springsteen song, “Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts” falls somewhere between a stomping pub song and cyclone of noise, and “This Heart’s On Fire” is a rough confessional love song that would put Lloyd Dobler to shame.

Random Fan Art

I love this illustration by Doug Menagh

This tattoo is pretty amazing!


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Disco Arlen #wolfparade

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Love the artwork from Apologies so much!

Found eighteen reasons not to pick up the phone. #wolfparade

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#nuts to you, ma. #gingercat #ginger #cat #cats #catsofinstagram #neko #neko #kitty #kitties #lewd #wolfparade

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Arrive early THIS Saturday night so you don't miss the naughty drag performance of "Under the Sea" at our Homecoming Dance!

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