The Tragically Hip
The Tragically Hip, often referred to simply as The Hip, are a Canadian rock band from Kingston, Ontario, consisting of lead singer Gordon Downie, guitarist Paul Langlois, guitarist Rob Baker (known as Bobby Baker until 1994), bassist Gord Sinclair, and drummer Johnny Fay. Since their formation in 1983 they have released 12 studio albums, two live albums, 1 EP, and 54 singles. Nine of their albums have reached No. 1 in Canada. They have received numerous Canadian Music awards, including 14 Juno Awards.
History
Early history (1983–1991)
The Tragically Hip formed in 1983 at Queen's University in Kingston, Ontario. Guitarist Paul Langlois joined in 1986; saxophonist Davis Manning left that same year. They took their name from a skit in the Michael Nesmith movie Elephant Parts. At one of their first venues, Mark Mattson, a lawyer, and friend of The Hip, got asked to get a graphic designer to make their tickets. Mark asked Owen Corrigan, a graphic designer, and one of Gord's and The Hip's best friends. Owen accepted the offer, but disliked the name of the band. So he made the tickets but changed the name to "Tropical Ship". Mark was angry at Owen but didn't have enough time to ask Owen to make new tickets, so he scratched out "Tropical Ship" and wrote "Tragically Hip" by hand.
The Tragically Hip (EP)
The Tragically Hip is the first release from Canadian rock band The Tragically Hip.
The EP was produced by Ken Greer of Red Rider fame.
Track listing
Singles
References
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Sherpa
by: Tragically HipMe and the vivid girl
In our hammock to the stars
Staring into the fire before TV
The remote-control's on Mars
In the dope of the pigment
In a poetic state of mind
In a flood of the country
We lay down to kill some time
And we spoke languidly
Of the Northern Bee
And collecting dewdrops for tea
Underneath the cannonball tree
We were high, we were Sherpa-high
We conspired against old friends
We said, "We must be friends or die"
And we've died a thousand times since then
And we spoke long at length
Of the fight or flee
And of nothing in particularly
Underneath the cannonball tree
We spoke off-handedly
Of the new extremes
And of nothing in particularly
Underneath the cannonball tree
We're at that point where we love or hate it
We can write it down and obliterate it
When we're at the point when we neither love nor hate it