New York, NY (Top40 Charts) Canadian glam-rocker Art d'Ecco has signed to beloved Toronto indie Paper Bag Records and revealed "Nobody's Home," his enthralling first single for the label. The track debuted via Indie88. Art will release his debut full-length album later this year.
"'Nobody's Home' is the true story about a woman on the run from an abusive relationship," says Art d'Ecco."She makes her escape only to be looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life. The woman I wrote it for is no longer with us, but her spirit in her later years was beautiful and full of life. She loved to dance. And yet, she spent a lot of her time alone in fear he would one day show up."
The Gulf Islands of the Pacific Northwest are an enigma. The islands jut up through the brisk waters of the Pacific Ocean, and just as the likes of Vancouver and Seattle exist at the intersection of opulences both natural and manmade, the islands host multitudes in their lush, hushed red cedar and Doug Fir skyscrapers. Art d'Ecco is one such multitude: an unapologetic, inclusive rock and roll mystic in a wig and lipstick.
When d'Ecco moved into his grandmother's cottage on one of the islands, he hadn't planned on creating a new project. But, as it often does, circumstance charted his course. His grandmother, living with Alzheimer's, suffered a related phenomenon called 'sundowning,' which triggers increased agitation and anxiety around sunset. "The only way to calm this lady down was to sit down at the piano," says d'Ecco. He would play "Bohemian Rhapsody," passing it off as Beethoven. After she was relocated, d'Ecco remained in the empty house where he had played as a child. Draped in memory, he gravitated toward the piano, spending the long, lonesome, quiet nights on the bench before the instrument. This is where Art d'Ecco was created.
He relocated to a new cottage, built a studio and barricaded himself with copies of Deerhunter'sCryptograms, Bowie's Low, and choice krautrock records. In this solitude, d'Ecco would chase tones for hours. The result is a richly-realized confluence of the ferocious spark of those trailblazers and a distinct sadness, with d'Ecco as mad scientist, stitching together these delicious fragments and animating them.
