news
A Toronto Song Showdown
On Friday, the City of Toronto announced the ten finalists for their anniversary song contest. The winning entry, to be announced on August 21 at the CNE, will get five thousand bucks and, the City’s press release gushes, “bragging rights as the songwriter of Toronto’s 175th anniversary song.”
You can listen to all of the finalists online at the City’s site now and vote for your favourite. Even though the public’s vote will count for only 20%—five “celebrity” judges (Mayor David Miller, Deputy Mayor Joe Pantalone, former MuchMusic VJ and current CP24 Breakfast host Matte Babel, Etalk reporter Traci Melchor, and North by Northeast Managing Director Andy McLean) will be the ones whose opinions’ll really matter—that didn’t stop us from spending all weekend carefully listening, over and over and over again, to every one of the finalists, trying to determine which of those brave entrants willing to sign away their lives to enter were the best in show.
So, whose entry is the best: The schoolteacher and his choir? The reasonably popular Toronto rapper? The jingle writer and Anne Murray guitarist? The couple whose supplied photo is of them posing in front of a bridge that is almost certainly not in Toronto? Since we are seriously the only media organization in the city that really cares that much about this, we’ve analyzed each entry and given each a rating out of five CN Towers—because, as you’ll see, the Tower, like diversity, is something of a recurring motif.
“T.Ode” by Abdominal and the Obliques (featuring Notes to Self)
TORONTO ATTRIBUTE THAT IT ATTEMPTS TO CONVEY:
Diversity.
TORONTO ATTRIBUTE THAT IT ACTUALLY CONVEYS:
Diversity. Nearly all of the finalists’ lyrics attempt to catalogue all that’s great about the city. As a result, nearly all of the finalists’ lyrics are literally and figuratively all over the place; it’s Abdominal—the most famous entrant and the one with the most cachet in his genre—who manages to make it all flow together, in part because he has, well, good flow, and in part because the name-dropping of sights, sounds, tastes, and experiences actually comes out as cohesive, rather than scattered.
SOUNDS LIKE:
Okay, it sounds most like Abdominal’s “T.Ode”—the more melancholy version of the song that the rapper released on 2007′s Escape From the Pigeon Hole, buoyed by horns rather than a slick guitar part. It doesn’t hurt that one celebrity judge endorsed the track then: on the album, David Miller introduces the song, saying: “Word on the street is you’ve got the unofficial Toronto anthem….you know I gotta hear that!”
SAMPLE LYRIC:
“Main Street, where I’m from, where I live, / Where I sung, where I spit, where I hung as a kid. / And if you wan’ go, it’s just west of Scarborough. / The home of bomb ‘dro, lost souls, and lawn gnomes.”
Lyrics
Chorus:
Whether you call it Toronto, the T.Dot or T.O.,
Screwface capital like Theo,
The Big Smoke, Hogtown, or Megacity,
It’s where I’m from, frankly couldn’t pick a better city
To call home, from the 401 to Skydome,
Scarborough over West to Etobicoke,
And all the parts lying in between,
I’m from Toronto, Abs lemme paint the scene.
Spent my childhood in Greektown, but now a west-end denizen.
Buying cocoa bread and patties in Kensington,
Then pedaling Westbound to Lansdowne.
Shut off the headphones to allow familiar sounds
To enter my eardrums, hearing the hum and ding
Of the 506, old men grumbling
In Italian and Portuguese,
Over coffees at corner cafés.
Change the sensory focus to olfactory,
Factories pumping chocolate into the air, there’s Cadbury
And Nestle, in a two klick radius,
Making the air seem like something out of the craziest
Dream of Roald Dahl.
Sun lower now, paints me with a golden brow.
Tightly holding down my Dufferin Mall Kangol knockoff,
To block off the rays.
Change lanes, turn left at the No Frills.
Perched at the mouth of Parkdale, only the hill
Separates me from home and a hot shower.
But I stop to watch the Tower
For a few seconds, standing majestically,
Until a car horn snaps me from my reverie.
Push off the curb to my pad below.
So glad that I live in T.O.
(Chorus)
Main Street, where I’m from, where I live,
Where I sung, where I spit, where I hung as a kid.
And if you wan’ go, it’s just west of Scarborough.
The home of bomb ‘dro, lost souls, and lawn gnomes.
The east end, I gots to call home,
And all the spots I long for all across Toronto.
I’m down at Queen West just to take in graffiti
And to the Danforth for my favourite tzatziki.
Live from the centre of the universe,
I’m from Toronto, c’mon man do your worst.
Young disc jockeys play wrist hockey,
Train on the tabletop, making the tables talk.
I buy my records at Rotate This
And Play De, that’s where you can locate this.
And if I need a flick I go to Queen Vid
Or Suspect. Hey yo Rosh, what’s next?
Let’s take ‘em to the comic book store,
I go to Comics and More
At Greenwood make a cross at Danforth.
And if you down for it, I’ll show you how the city does,
All the way from Chinatown to Little India,
From the Beaches to Roncesvalles,
Park, to the Rex, to River, to Rosedale.
Really, you should come to our town,
Before the Leafs win the Cup and we tear the place down.
(Chorus)





