Who's Breathing?

Ryan Driver is this unstoppable, quietly torrential flow of music, that has been coming out of Toronto, Ontario for a number of years now. He’s been a key member of a number of the most interesting ensembles in the city. He’s worked with Sandro Perri , Eric Chenaux and Jennifer Castle and he has his own mutant jazz standards group, The Ryan Driver Quartet. He plays guitar and sings, but while he’s recognised as an accomplished improviser he has also just made the greatest soul record of the decade.

‘Who’s Breathing?’ is the follow up to 2009s incredibly promising debut “Feeler Of Pure Joy ” (“Remarkable” 4/5 UNCUT). Sounding like JJ Cale, Joao Gilberto and John Martyn; soft, powerful and precise, it’s achingly fleeting, poignant and underpinned by incredible song writing.

“A formidable songwriter” UNCUT

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“Did you know that Ryan Driver has a drink named after him? Yeah, it’s called Rye and Driver – which is ostensibly a screwdriver with a shot of Canadian rye – and despite the fact that the drink was neither named nor conceived by him, it still speaks volumes of his unique and confounding legacy. Although the thought of this drink that combines vodka and rye is at first a little weird, the result is quite tasteful and it’s apropos that such a drink should be named after such a person. Having known Ryan for a few years now, I just heard of and tried this drink last week for the first time.

If you’ve had the pleasure of spending time in Mr. Driver’s company or attended one of his shows in any one of his many bands – the Silt, the Reveries, Blah Blah 666 and his own Ryan Driver Quartet, too name a few – you will know that what he brings to the table is something implacable, even enigmatic… And although the genre of music performed spans a slew of old-time and contemporary genres and moods – from folk to free jazz, bombast to balladry – Ryan’s presence is always assured and deftly considered, never pedestrian.

With his new album Who’s Breathing?, Ryan showcases some of his new songs which, not unlike the drink that’s named after him, are both eclectic and sweetly intoxicating. The first half is a top-heavy, bleary-eyed amble through the metaphysical country moves made familiar through his work in The Silt. Central to these songs is Ryan’s heady, almost surrealist lyrics, which traipse commonplace folk themes on the slant and uneven ground of a funhouse. Here his way with a turn of phrase demonstrates its dexterity amid slinking caterpillar accompaniments (including a rest stop-style pedal steel and even an English horn pilfered from the AM waves).
The second half assumes the mentalist lounge approach, that particular sound not unfamiliar to those who attend the monthly Ryan Driver Quartet appearances at the Tranzac bar in Toronto. Mr. Driver’s own brand of smoky, downcast jazz meanders in a slack void between half-speed piano bar exercises and subterranean psychedelia cast in twilight. On piano, Ryan is accompanied primarily by bass, drums, and Martin Arnold’s peculiar, intuitive guitar playing. But, as with the first half, it is Ryan’s song writing that takes center stage; teeming with double-meanings and verbal loopholes, excavating the alien and quietly phosphorescent landscape of the soul.

It is with immense love that this cycle of songs is transmitted to you over bleating pastures and through the blear of rain and sleet. An album for almost all occasions and another landmark in Ryan’s unchartered career”

Andrew Zukerman, August 2010

Musicians:

Ryan Driver: voice, nylon-string
guitar, piano, synth, flute
Andrew Downing: bass
Stew Crookes: pedal steel<