Jetone (aka Tim Hecker) is a Montreal-based electronic artist. His latest album is called Ultramarine, on Force Inc.
Current fixations:
How to properly do interior gardening in the winter (humidification problems, esp. in our crisp winter in Montreal); the fleeting feeling of fall; pragmatic vs. idealistic political engagement.
Mind-altering work of art:
Seeing Corpusse perform "Oh! Sandra" at Casa de Popolo, 2000.
Most memorable or inspirational gig and why?
New York City, early October 2001 - a few blocks from a certain "site" located in lower Manhattan. Strange smells, ghostly whispers of biological artefacts, mysterious dust, empty dance floors.
What has been your career high and low?
I don't really consider this a career. I'm not sure how one might do that. Someone help me with this one. If i had to answer
High: this Substractif album thing.
Low: coming down off Ecstasy, seeing 100 copies of your mug on the cover of a local rag being read by early morning go-getters.
What should everyone shut up about?
Harry Potter, minimalist art.
I would drop everything to play a benefit for:
Surrealist revival foundation.
What trait do you like and dislike most about yourself?
Like: that tic I get when I'm happy.
Dislike: that tic tic tic I get when I'm angry.
What would make you kick someone out of your band and/or bed, and have you?
Foul body odours. There's no time in life for this sort of thing. Yes.
When I think of Canada I think:
Fucking ugly Roots fashion as nationalist propaganda marketing scheme. Until recently, Molson Canadian tried a similar approach trying to frame the quintessential Canadian cottage country summer thing, that I growing up on the West Coast, could never quite figure out. You know, Tragically Hip, flannel shirts, beavers, fuckin' Canadian and some dudes with teva sandals and wool socks.
What is your vital daily ritual?
Looking into the mirror each morning and yelling "Watch out! Soul is back in town!"
How do you spoil yourself?
Bubble bath.
What was your most memorable day job?
Working for a dude who helped fix Vancouver's dreadful condo-rot phenomenon, where I learned the art of "stucco-surfing" and the phrase "don't sweat your balls!"
If I wasn't playing music I would be:
Either stucco-surfer or diplomat.
What is your greatest fear?
That these jokes aren't funny.
If you had a superpower, what would it be?
Building the Soul-matic machine. or to neuter over-the-hill DJs who insist on getting a foothold into the conceptual art world, i.e. those who circulate empty signifiers.
What makes you want to take it off and get it on?
My girlfriend, of course you silly rabbit, uh and Britney Spears.
Music and sex: Is there a difference? Why?
C'mon let's get real. Completely different you know. sex seems to be the opposite than the music/musician thing, I can't stop thinking of some guy I played with recently at a show, wouldn't talk at all, just kind of stared at you and didn't say anything, reminds me of dudes like Glenn Gould (respect maximum), just kind of the opposite of sex really.
Strangest brush with celebrity:
Standing beside Joe Strummer after a show I played at, and watching him trying to pick up girls, not caring at all what any of us young men had to say.
Who would be your ideal dinner guest, living or dead, and what would you serve them?
Either Sidney Poitier or Nietzsche in his syphillis ecce-homo phase. Dinner? Liver and chianti!
What does your mom wish you were doing instead?
Lawyer or something. If the record sales don't get bigger I'm gonna go and make her proud.
Current fixations:
How to properly do interior gardening in the winter (humidification problems, esp. in our crisp winter in Montreal); the fleeting feeling of fall; pragmatic vs. idealistic political engagement.
Mind-altering work of art:
Seeing Corpusse perform "Oh! Sandra" at Casa de Popolo, 2000.
Most memorable or inspirational gig and why?
New York City, early October 2001 - a few blocks from a certain "site" located in lower Manhattan. Strange smells, ghostly whispers of biological artefacts, mysterious dust, empty dance floors.
What has been your career high and low?
I don't really consider this a career. I'm not sure how one might do that. Someone help me with this one. If i had to answer
High: this Substractif album thing.
Low: coming down off Ecstasy, seeing 100 copies of your mug on the cover of a local rag being read by early morning go-getters.
What should everyone shut up about?
Harry Potter, minimalist art.
I would drop everything to play a benefit for:
Surrealist revival foundation.
What trait do you like and dislike most about yourself?
Like: that tic I get when I'm happy.
Dislike: that tic tic tic I get when I'm angry.
What would make you kick someone out of your band and/or bed, and have you?
Foul body odours. There's no time in life for this sort of thing. Yes.
When I think of Canada I think:
Fucking ugly Roots fashion as nationalist propaganda marketing scheme. Until recently, Molson Canadian tried a similar approach trying to frame the quintessential Canadian cottage country summer thing, that I growing up on the West Coast, could never quite figure out. You know, Tragically Hip, flannel shirts, beavers, fuckin' Canadian and some dudes with teva sandals and wool socks.
What is your vital daily ritual?
Looking into the mirror each morning and yelling "Watch out! Soul is back in town!"
How do you spoil yourself?
Bubble bath.
What was your most memorable day job?
Working for a dude who helped fix Vancouver's dreadful condo-rot phenomenon, where I learned the art of "stucco-surfing" and the phrase "don't sweat your balls!"
If I wasn't playing music I would be:
Either stucco-surfer or diplomat.
What is your greatest fear?
That these jokes aren't funny.
If you had a superpower, what would it be?
Building the Soul-matic machine. or to neuter over-the-hill DJs who insist on getting a foothold into the conceptual art world, i.e. those who circulate empty signifiers.
What makes you want to take it off and get it on?
My girlfriend, of course you silly rabbit, uh and Britney Spears.
Music and sex: Is there a difference? Why?
C'mon let's get real. Completely different you know. sex seems to be the opposite than the music/musician thing, I can't stop thinking of some guy I played with recently at a show, wouldn't talk at all, just kind of stared at you and didn't say anything, reminds me of dudes like Glenn Gould (respect maximum), just kind of the opposite of sex really.
Strangest brush with celebrity:
Standing beside Joe Strummer after a show I played at, and watching him trying to pick up girls, not caring at all what any of us young men had to say.
Who would be your ideal dinner guest, living or dead, and what would you serve them?
Either Sidney Poitier or Nietzsche in his syphillis ecce-homo phase. Dinner? Liver and chianti!
What does your mom wish you were doing instead?
Lawyer or something. If the record sales don't get bigger I'm gonna go and make her proud.
