ABOUT FRANKIE WHYTE & THE DEAD IDOLS



Straight Up.

People always ask, "why music". Taking into account the obvious answers, "escapism", "boredom" etc, I would always reply "well why do you sleep on the left side of the bed or the right, why do you like tea or coffee? or beer or whiskey? or blondes or brunettes…". Some things in life, simply feel natural to us: We're at home when we have them, and homeless without. This is the way I've felt about music, for as long as I can remember.

Into It.

Growing up, I had a band and we played everywhere we could - bars, backyards, basements, living rooms. It didn't really matter where, or if people wanted us there, because we wanted to be there. It didn't matter if anyone was listening either, because "we were f*cking good". When I graduated from highschool, my band broke up (my polite way of saying that I was fired) and I met Duncan Coutts from Our Lady Peace. I got a hold of his number, and asked him if I could play him a few demos. That phone call led to two years, hundreds of demos and two EP's later, both produced by Duncan. My new band and I were finally given the chance to write, record and develop our skills.

Hitting A Wall.

Summer of 2009, we finished up our first cross canada tour with KISS. Half of our band dismantled for personal reasons, and I broke my left arm which put us on hiatus from playing live. Dan and I started working on what would be our third EP, which would later include a song called "Keep Walkin'" produced by Brian Moncarz. We felt like we were on the right track, and yet stuck at the same time. Songwriting was still an elusive task to me. I got it in theory, but I didn't understand how to fix what I felt was missing from my songs. I wanted to ask someone, but I wasn't sure where to turn.

Songs.

"You're about five years too late". An excerpt from an email that I received from Jim Vallance, in 2009 (he'd semi-retired from the music business five years earlier). I wanted to try co-writing with someone, and I thought it would be a good idea to set up a session with my favourite songwriter of all time. He had written songs like "Summer of 69" and "The Other Side", I liked those songs. He encouraged me to keep working and to stay committed to a life in music, I thanked him for getting back to me, and continued writing. After a while, I started to get frustrated. I felt like the learning disability that plagued my youth was getting in the way of me seeing song structure clearly, and therefore I couldn't express myself. I emailed Jim again. I told him I would move to Vancouver, to shovel his driveway for an entire Canadian winter, if he would give me just 15 minutes of his time. He didn't make me move to Vancouver, or shovel his walk -- instead, he happened to be in Toronto for an afternoon that week. We got together and he fielded every question I ever had about songwriting.

Figuring It Out.

Fast forward to 2011, I had now spent two years working two jobs, while writing songs nearly every day. Most of them in a small basement in Burlington Ont with my friend Andre Kaden Black. When you spend every day in a room with no windows, it can start to feel like it's you against the world. And it was. Or at least, we thought it was, and the songs reflected that. The band went down to SXSW after we did a stint with Bon Jovi, Dan and I - we were starting to feel secure again. Monti had joined our team, and Rio shortly there after. Things with the band were finally back on track, and I had these new songs, about the way I saw it.

The Call.

We spent that year trying to reach as many people as we could through playing live. We did shows in front of big crowds with bands like Finger Eleven, we did small shows in front of no one, we got banned from a town in southern ontario. One tour we couldn't afford a car, so we carried our stuff on trains and buses, sometimes stacking guitars and combos on top of the one bass amp that had wheels while we walked to the venue. By the time we got back to Toronto, with all the time we had taken off from our lame day jobs, we had become collectively and individually broke. Great. But we wanted to make a record, and it needed to be with someone who got us. In July 2011, I got a phone call from an old friend. "Can you fly to Vancouver next week to meet Bob Rock?". It was Duncan Coutts, from Our Lady Peace. I had been trying to get a hold of Bob, so this news was more like music to my ears than actual music was at the time. Though I had never met him before, in my head it was Rock or, ... I don't know, because we didn't have another plan. It had to be a one way ticket, or no way. I wrote up a business plan, flew to Vancouver and............ "Life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once and a while, you could miss it".

A band for the people, with music we are Frankie Whyte And The Dead Idols.