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Songbyrd and Union Stage Present
Land of Talk
Thursday April 26, 2018
D: 7:00 // S: 8:00 PM
“I don’t want to waste it this time”
If anyone has earned the right to sing those words, it’s Elizabeth Powell. Since forming Land of Talk in 2006, the one certainty in her life has been uncertainty, as her band has gone from being one of Montreal’s most brash, buzzy indie rock acts to one of its most elusive and enigmatic. After recording Land of Talk’s debut EP, Applause Cheer Boo Hiss, Elizabeth lost her drummer (the first in what would become a semi-regular pattern of line-up changes). After releasing Land of Talk’s first full-length record, Some Are Lakes, in 2008, she lost her voice. And after the 2010 follow-up, Cloak and Cipher, she lost her will.
Elizabeth knew she needed a break from the album/tour/album/tour cycle after the Cloak and Cipher campaign ended-she just didn’t plan on it becoming a full-blown hiatus. “I was just tired and felt a little disenchanted,” she says. “I think that’s very common-to feel industry-weary. I just couldn’t do it. The only thing that was keeping me there was the music, and I think the music had become a footnote of the whole story. I wanted to get back to the music.”
In 2011, Powell left Montreal behind and retreated to her grandparents’ cottage near Lake Couchiching, Ontario “to do the Glenn Gould thing and hunker down and write some songs.” But all her work was lost when her laptop irreparably crashed, taking all her GarageBand demos down with it. With Land of Talk, Elizabeth had survived multiple personnel changes and a vocal polyp that nearly robbed her of her ability to sing. But the combination of post-tour fatigue and the demoralizing loss of her new material brought her to a dead stop. “After that,” she says, “I just didn’t want to think about music at all. I kind of retired. It was a throw the baby out with the bathwater scenario.”
After settling back into her hometown of Orillia, Ontario, Elizabeth was dealt an even more devastating blow on New Year’s Day 2013: her father suffered a stroke, and all of Elizabeth’s energies went toward caring for him. But in her darkest hour, the elder Powell provided Elizabeth with a guiding light. “I was visiting him in the hospital,” she recalls, “and he just said, ‘Come on, can you just do this now? Can you just get back to music?'”