“It was all the guys that wanted to kick my ass in high school,” he says. “It’s somebody’s interpretation of the character that doesn’t have any first-hand experience or understanding of it.”ĭeMarco isn’t much of a country music fan, aside from the odd Willie Nelson or Dolly Parton record, and he grew up despising the cowboy-hat jocks in his hometown of Edmonton. Wild-west imagery comes up in several songs, expanding on the title track to a whole dream world of cowboys, cowgirls, pretty cattle and little doggies. “But I think anybody that actually had some funk to them would be like, ‘What the fuck is this, Mac?'” “I wanted to make something greasy,” DeMarco says. Here Comes the Cowboy has some lonesome, melancholy songs, like lead singles “Nobody” and “All of Our Yesterdays,” and some goofy ones, like “Choo Choo,” featuring nonsense lyrics about trains over a slick funk groove inspired by Sly and the Family Stone.
Which is kind of funny, because then my quiet time turns into everybody time when I show somebody the songs. When he’s writing songs, he adds, “It’s my quiet time. “My girlfriend’s always saying my adrenals get screwed up. “Being on tour for so much of the year, you don’t get that much time to yourself,” he says. The rest of the album came together in January, with DeMarco working late into the night almost entirely on his own, a habit that dates back to the beginning of his career. He was on a short break from the road at the time, stealing a few days between the lengthy full-band tour for his 2017 LP This Old Dog and a more intimate solo jaunt. “I think I was in a confused, exhausted state,” recalls DeMarco, 29. Next came a phrase that he repeated like a mantra: “Here comes the cowboy …” Take the title track, which started as a twangy guitar part that tumbled out when he was messing around in his garage last year. On his fourth album, Here Comes the Cowboy, DeMarco keeps it weirder and more mellow than ever. (He’d rather listen to “Japanese music from the ’60s and ’70s, and The Beatles.”)
Since breaking through with 2014’s Salad Days, he’s gone from a cult hero to a bankable live draw with hundreds of millions of Spotify streams - all despite making virtually no effort to keep up with contemporary music. His unflappably chill folk-rock tunes, laced with a surreal sense of humor, have made the Canadian singer-songwriter an unlikely star.
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This might be the most Mac DeMarco way possible to begin a conversation. “I don’t really know what’s going on, but let’s rock and roll!” he says. In all, This Old Dog is a logical continuation of DeMarco's musical explorations, but the maturation of his songwriting is what gives it gravitas.Mac DeMarco is hanging out at home in Los Angeles, playing video games on the couch, when he picks up the phone. As heavy as some of the moods are, though, it's tough to diminish that sly twinkle that generally adorns DeMarco's delivery and he can't help but cloak his newfound confessionalism in some sunny West Coast grooves, particularly on songs like "Baby You're Out" and "A Wolf Who Wears Sheep's Clothes." "For the First Time" and "On the Level," a pair of woozy keyboard-heavy ballads, feel like an outgrowth of Another One's love song experiment and likely have their roots in those same sessions.
A similarly spare, though less maudlin mid-album track is also dedicated to his sister. DeMarco's father makes further appearances in these songs, most arrestingly on the spare and somber closer, "Watching Him Fade Away," which is easily one of the album's highlights. Confronting his own prankster public persona on the acoustic guitar and drum machine meditation "My Old Man," he sings "there's a price tag hanging off of having all that fun," setting up the self-realization of how quickly we come to resemble our own parents. Newer to DeMarco's world are the inward self-reflections and thoughtful musings on family, friends, and love that are scattered throughout This Old Dog. The heavily chorused guitar riffs, laid-back drum grooves, and off-kilter soft rock transmutations from his first two LPs mesh with the wobbly synth textures that came to the fore on 2015's excellent mini-album, Another One. More lyrically introspective than previous DeMarco releases, the hallmarks of his now-signature sound are all still here, albeit with subtle shifts in emphasis. Following a move to California and a breather from several years of near-constant touring, indie hero Mac DeMarco emerges with This Old Dog, his third full-length and proper follow-up to 2014's breakout LP Salad Days.
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