“Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that,” the woman sings.
It was like “Occupy Indie Rock.” Logistically, it’s a nightmare getting everyone together. The feeling of landing in New York and, after having worked with Lou Reed and my personal mythology of the city, having it be Taylor Swift welcoming you to New York is just so emblematic of the era. But the process of working with him live was the real thing. ’”We gotta make sure we don’t all become homogenized.
Before Drake had graduated from Degrassi, a floppy-haired stud became PM, and Bieber’s Bieber was exposed to the world, the word “Canada” was synonymous with indie rock.
From Arcade Fire to Hot Hot Heat, our fair neighbor to the north’s biggest export—besides poutine, of course—was exciting new bands.
A dozen years after that first album, I’m sitting with Haines in the courtyard of the Crosby Hotel in So Ho, a hop, skip, and a jump away from her current Manhattan apartment—though not for long, apparently.
“It’s a love affair that I’ve found hard to end,” Haines says of NYC living, before reminiscing about the days when it was her and Metric guitarist James Shaw, along with members of the bands Liars, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Stars, and TV on the Radio, all sharing the same two-bathroom Williamsburg loft in the late ’90s.