Paradoxes life, I looked for this album to exhaustion by various shops in the center of the city without the least success, until one day I gave him unintentionally. Well, actually it was not specifically this album, I was looking hard, but anyone of this Canadian artist, because I really wanted to hear all about it after some stay in love with a song of his that appeared in the credits of the feature directorial debut of Steven Buscemi, 'Trees Lounge' (here translated incomprehensibly as 'One last drink') . That song composed for the occasion and which bore the name the same title as the film in question, I loved it for its sound noventero and he ceases to Dinosaur Jr. as well adapted to its own stylistic essence and therefore thought it would be great to hear something else, which is why I decided to purchase one of their albums, because at that time (it was the year 96) was impossible give any of their singles in the fm's, much less search for the network, since here nor had the possibility to have internet access. Well, when I had completely forgotten their existence, after many years, I found her sixth album in the middle of nowhere, one of those boxes full of cd's left in supply and gathering dust, and that it was a launch new punished in this corner of the store in the same year of publication. When I saw there opened my eyes like Malcolm McDowell in the famous torture scene in widescreen we saw in 'Clockwork Orange' and I took swift and fast as fear that someone will be advanced, utter nonsense because it would have noses that had happened that after being there so long disgusted died poor. It was a bargain because when I got home, I opened it and gave it to play, I was very pleased to have had much time in my mind, although perhaps the sound had been a visible change under a country-speech reposado cutting acoustic folk that I also learned to glory. A couple of years after that event could complete part of their discography through the old 'mule' and saw that his debut was only a slight trace of grunge and alternative rock in the rest of their work opted for a message specific musical that in this sixth book came out on top. I never knew much about him except that he served as the opening act for The National in one of his last tours in our country, but it does not matter because what counts in the career of this musician Thornhill (Ontario) is their ability to enjoy a good time with interesting songs. Eight long and four Ep's guarantee a career discrete recognition but shining in brightness, with pieces as comforting as those that make up this "Elk-Lake Serenade ', a title that comes to be a tribute to the calm that he found in his youth in the community of the same name, a municipality in fact belongs to the province of James, in the district of Timiskaming. A highlight This collection of jewelry, the initial "Eyes Wide", a violin and piano vocal massaging each note on a track that would fit well in the ideology of Will Oldham, Bill Callahan or Songs: Ohia, the sensational "Home by Saturday", My favorite of the lot by his triumphant chorus and warm quickly alt-country, the tender "Woody", which seems taken from a soundtrack to any road movie genre, with such harmony and such dazzling stanzas folkie emotionally charged, and you stop thinking it's a shame it is so short, as barely two minutes long, deep "This Summer", which bares his soul and moves us with a basis of inner sensitivity, the more rhythmic and lively "Hollywood ending" that might like to race fans of Wilco as Centro-Matic by elasticity coral and sobriety instrumental indie-rock heart attached to the tradition of American roots, the sadder "Killbear" sweet sound taciturn for a story floating on a delicate string section, the spring "Do not get down," one of those songs that you imagine singing with a group of friends in a secluded from the madding crowd, while going dawn, sipping a good wine or if you prefer a good dose of coffee served from a thermos, the outstanding "My wife", up the adrenaline to approach the powerful guitar rock without distance himself a bit of their identity but modernized to adapt to other styles to his proposal, and "1939", touching the chords to make them complicit in our quiet sentimental in an idyllic oasis of scents that brings to mind other great artists of today as Damien Rice and J. Tillman. A record that should have put Paul Hayden Desser in the Olympus of the new geniuses, but never got a great response. A shame, hopefully get it soon with future releases.
ELK-LAKE SERENADE (1996) 
Paradoxes life, I looked for this album to exhaustion by various shops in the center of the city without the least success, until one day I gave him unintentionally. Well, actually it was not specifically this album, I was looking hard, but anyone of this Canadian artist, because I really wanted to hear all about it after some stay in love with a song of his that appeared in the credits of the feature directorial debut of Steven Buscemi, 'Trees Lounge' (here translated incomprehensibly as 'One last drink') . That song composed for the occasion and which bore the name the same title as the film in question, I loved it for its sound noventero and he ceases to Dinosaur Jr. as well adapted to its own stylistic essence and therefore thought it would be great to hear something else, which is why I decided to purchase one of their albums, because at that time (it was the year 96) was impossible give any of their singles in the fm's, much less search for the network, since here nor had the possibility to have internet access. Well, when I had completely forgotten their existence, after many years, I found her sixth album in the middle of nowhere, one of those boxes full of cd's left in supply and gathering dust, and that it was a launch new punished in this corner of the store in the same year of publication. When I saw there opened my eyes like Malcolm McDowell in the famous torture scene in widescreen we saw in 'Clockwork Orange' and I took swift and fast as fear that someone will be advanced, utter nonsense because it would have noses that had happened that after being there so long disgusted died poor. It was a bargain because when I got home, I opened it and gave it to play, I was very pleased to have had much time in my mind, although perhaps the sound had been a visible change under a country-speech reposado cutting acoustic folk that I also learned to glory. A couple of years after that event could complete part of their discography through the old 'mule' and saw that his debut was only a slight trace of grunge and alternative rock in the rest of their work opted for a message specific musical that in this sixth book came out on top. I never knew much about him except that he served as the opening act for The National in one of his last tours in our country, but it does not matter because what counts in the career of this musician Thornhill (Ontario) is their ability to enjoy a good time with interesting songs. Eight long and four Ep's guarantee a career discrete recognition but shining in brightness, with pieces as comforting as those that make up this "Elk-Lake Serenade ', a title that comes to be a tribute to the calm that he found in his youth in the community of the same name, a municipality in fact belongs to the province of James, in the district of Timiskaming. A highlight This collection of jewelry, the initial "Eyes Wide", a violin and piano vocal massaging each note on a track that would fit well in the ideology of Will Oldham, Bill Callahan or Songs: Ohia, the sensational "Home by Saturday", My favorite of the lot by his triumphant chorus and warm quickly alt-country, the tender "Woody", which seems taken from a soundtrack to any road movie genre, with such harmony and such dazzling stanzas folkie emotionally charged, and you stop thinking it's a shame it is so short, as barely two minutes long, deep "This Summer", which bares his soul and moves us with a basis of inner sensitivity, the more rhythmic and lively "Hollywood ending" that might like to race fans of Wilco as Centro-Matic by elasticity coral and sobriety instrumental indie-rock heart attached to the tradition of American roots, the sadder "Killbear" sweet sound taciturn for a story floating on a delicate string section, the spring "Do not get down," one of those songs that you imagine singing with a group of friends in a secluded from the madding crowd, while going dawn, sipping a good wine or if you prefer a good dose of coffee served from a thermos, the outstanding "My wife", up the adrenaline to approach the powerful guitar rock without distance himself a bit of their identity but modernized to adapt to other styles to his proposal, and "1939", touching the chords to make them complicit in our quiet sentimental in an idyllic oasis of scents that brings to mind other great artists of today as Damien Rice and J. Tillman. A record that should have put Paul Hayden Desser in the Olympus of the new geniuses, but never got a great response. A shame, hopefully get it soon with future releases. 
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