From The Artist : This song was inspired by the exhaustion of dealing with the darkness inside my mental struggle and just wishing “he” would leave me and not return. There’s acknowledgement of a “relationship” we have had over the years. This track was produced by Theo Posthumus, Dean Watson (who also recorded and mixed the album) and myself. It was a great experience because I had all these pieces for this song ready to go for the recording and once we had them all together we sat in it and talked about other little flavours we could add to make it even cooler. Dean ended up playing upright bass with a bow for the exit of the song and Theo played some cool sounding bass notes on an electric bass to fill out some of the bottom end. I want people to feel like they aren’t alone with dealing with their demons on a constant basis. Mental health is heavily stigmatized and it’s really easy to feel like you’re alone in your feelings and that the “darkness” is all that is there.
Ottawa-based singer/songwriter Rory Taillon is a road warrior, touring across the country and back again. He has the soul of the East coast but the sound of the West in his songs with a voice to match the majesty of the Rockies.
Originally from Port Perry in the GTA his new home allows him to capitalise of the touring opportunities available, crisscrossing the country, one coffee shop at a time, one brew pub at a time to build up a following of fans.
Rory Taillon is not just an entertainer, he is a performer. It’s just that simple, when Rory Taillon sings everything stops and when it starts again it’s all changed. It’s just that simple, like folk.
He has charted; earshot, community radio, hitting number three on the National Folk Charts with his last album, “Only Whispers” – sitting next to Buffy St. Marie. But like Buffy, Rory Taillon is no coffeehouse kat seeking accolades over lattes. He is no beatless poet. He is a classically trained singer, a multi-instrumentalist and vocally can turn his hand to a variety of genres. The acoustic is for touring, there’s only so much room in a civic for gear, merch afterall and that voice, that voice needs its own tour bus. It is a band unto itself.