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Stompin’ Tom: Our national poet

Michael Barclay on the musician who was ‘more punk rock’ than most punk rockers


 

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Stompin’ Tom Connors, who died yesterday at age 77, was a larger-than-life Canadian icon—there is no questioning that. But as with many legends, most of what we know is caricature, cartoonish, parochial and, yes, occasionally puerile. Few of us know the depth of the man known for writing some silly songs that soundtrack a map of Canada. Stompin’ Tom was—is—a DIY icon, a national poet, more punk rock than 99 per cent of musicians using that term, and the man who loved this country more than any politician ever could, more than any fellow artist ever did.

Stompin’ Tom came of age after Canada’s centennial, shortly after we finally got our own flag. It was a time when anything seemed possible—primarily because nothing was before that (as the 1951 Massey Commission took pains to point out). We were just discovering our literary voice. Our folk and rock musicians were making serious indents in the U.S.—though often not sticking around to lift up those next in line. We were just starting to make our own films. (Tom’s To It and At It scored a key sequence in the SCTV parody of 1970’s Goin’ Down the Road, where wide-eyed Maritimers walk down Toronto’s Yonge Street.)

The saddest thing about the accolades that will pour in this week is that they will all mention The Hockey Song, Bud the Spud and Sudbury Saturday Night in the opening paragraph. It’s hard not to. Those songs are part of the Canadian cultural fabric, none more so than The Hockey Song, which since the ’90s has been the rare arena anthem at NHL games that isn’t either classic rock or techno. That’s a shame—anyone could have written the nursery rhyme that is The Hockey Song, though it says something that no one bothered to until Stompin’ Tom did. (It doesn’t really fit Gordon Lightfoot’s job description—Raffi’s, maybe.) But no one else could ever have written a song like Tillsonburg, Big Joe Mufferaw, The Bridge Came Tumblin’ Down or The Old Atlantic Shore.

What’s not often said is that in a country cursed with cultural amnesia, Stompin’ Tom was almost forgotten entirely. By 1977, he was packing arenas and selling truckloads of records out of the tiny office that housed his own label. But one day he packed up his Junos in a box, sent them back, and told the press he was disgusted at how this country treats its artists. He told the Canadian music industry to piss up a rope. Then he disappeared. No one knew where he went.

Two people went looking for him. One was a young writer named Dave Bidini, who played in a band called the Rheostatics. He tracked him down through sheer persistence and crashed Tom’s 50th birthday party in Ballinafad, Ont., and wrote about it for Toronto’s Nerve magazine. The other champion was Deane Cameron of EMI Records, who vowed that if Tom ever emerged, he would be signed to EMI. The final catalyst was a lesbian cowpunk from Consort, Alta.: Tom was inspired by the powerhouse of a young singer, who had invited him to perform on her first CBC TV special, and for whom he wrote a song on his 1989 comeback album: “Lady k.d. lang.” (Her official statement today: “Stompin’ Tom was dedicated to documenting life in Canada in a way that was unapologetic, uncontrived and uncompromisingly Canadian. We owe him our pride and respect.”)

Stompin’ Tom Connors knew a country without culture does not exist. A country that doesn’t know how to tell its own stories is illiterate and irrelevant—it doesn’t matter whether that means silly songs about potatoes or sweeping historical novels. This man knew that this land was rich with lore, teeming with heroes and weirdos and folks just trying to get by. And while his peers were chasing a buck beyond our borders, someone had to stay here, dammit, and make sure the rest of us—those still living here, still building this place, still raising children here—had some songs to sing.

For the true essence of Stompin’ Tom, look not to The Hockey Song, but to a track from the final album of his ’70s heyday, 1977’s At the Gumboot Cloggeroo. It’s titled simply, The Singer. And there is no finer epitaph for the man.

You hear every day how they’re going away
Guess they just don’t understand
The singer is the voice of the people
And his song is the soul of our land
So singer please stay and don’t go away
There’s so many words to be said
For a land without song cannot stand very long
When the voice of its people is dead

Singer you must search for your place on the earth
While the same for your nation is true
So lift up the soul of your country
And a place will be found here for you
But don’t go and run ’til your song has been sung
And the words of your soul have been said
For a land without song cannot stand very long
When the voice of its people is dead

You may pile up your gold but the pride of your soul
is the small bit of hope you’ve installed
on the children who’ll come this way tomorrow
in search of the right way to go
So singer sing on like the first ray of dawn
With your promise of the day just ahead
For the land without song cannot stand very long
When the voice of its people is dead

Here is Connors with k.d. lang on her ’80s CBC special:

And here is his entire movie:


 

Stompin’ Tom: Our national poet

  1. Stompin’ Tom, our National Economist:

    “…and save a lot of money spending money we don’t got.”

    We didn’t listen to you, Tom.

  2. NO prime minister ever knew this country as well a Tom Conners, he would have made a great one. For a very interesting read… Stompin Tom Before The Fame

    • It seems his main policy would have been for everyone to “join quebec and separate together”

  3. Tom, you were the soundtrack to my childhood. I can walk into any large gathering, anywhere in the nation and holler “Come On you Muckin’ Slusher” and watch the Elliot Lakers come out of the woodwork. You were, are, and forever will be loved. I know what being Canadian means because of you. R.I.P.

  4. We’ll miss you Tom! We will “keep the Maple Leaf flying high, and be the Patriot Canada needs now and in the future.” Rest in peace, kind soul.

  5. What a wonderful man with god-given talents, we’ll miss you very much. Thank you for your parents having you, and for you sharing your talents.

  6. Remember the Country and Western Hall of Fame used to be in my town. Its best exhibit was a stomping board of Conners that looked like it had been through three World Wars. RIP Stompin Tom

  7. Thank you Micheal. You hit the nail on the head. The hockey song was only one out of MANY great songs about Canada. However, let us remember all the places and people of this great nation that Dr. Tom Connors sang and tought us about. He is truely and 100% Canadian. Something we should all think about. How many of us actually stand (without being told) for our national anthem whether it be at the local watering hole or in our own basement. I for one have always held my head up high for my country and a part of me thanks Stompin Tom for that. I have lost part of my heart with his passing but I have great comfort knowing that it’s a privaledge to be living in the best darn country there is. CANADA!

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