The party was legendary. Anyone who was anyone showed up. The walls of the house were flexing to support the sheer volume of beautiful and interesting people, with their constant hum of chatter and the swell of indie pop music. So much business and importance to speak of that no one seemed to notice a girl slip quietly out the back door, get onto her bicycle, and fly far away from the grandiose event at warp speed. In the darkness she happened onto a field of swaying wild flowers nestled in the midst of urban sprawl. The easterly wind had grown strong and difficult to battle, so she paused to watch and rest a while. Bear witness to the orange half-moon scaling the edge of the CN Tower, basking the Toronto skyline in a warm, fresh-from-the-oven glow. Then with purpose and clarity, she crept gently into the middle of the field, crouched down, and lay on her back to look up at the sparse splatter of incomplete constellations in a light-polluted night sky. From her pocket she drew a bank receipt and a pen, and she wrote a song that no one but the flowers and the night sky would ever hear. It was the most beautiful song ever written.

Gifts as alarming as the talent given to Janine Stoll are rare. She is a painter of melodic lines and a sculptor of words. A self-effacing beauty and modest old soul, Stoll has been crafting songs since she was a child and singing since her tongue had the ability to wrap itself around words. It wasn’t until she picked up a guitar at the age of 16 that the legitimacy of her talent could be truly appreciated and celebrated. It’s been 10 years since then and Stoll has become a respected and envied musician among her peers. She is prolific without being redundant. She is honest, but not self-involved. She writes with wit, but not abandon. Her songs are fearless without being alienating. Her music is deep without being pretentious. And her voice has the range, lack of inhibition, and raw emotive power that no trained musician could achieve. Yet with all of these gifts, Stoll still maintains an endearing vulnerability.

Set apart from those seeking superstardom, Stoll has more interest in being uncompromising when it comes to her art. She’d much rather be personally fulfilled and purged than cater to the specific tastes of mass audiences who would prefer to put her in a box or censor her. This defiance and integrity has garnered the respect and esteem of many, and sometimes makes her the object of harsh critique. But music fans would be hard-pressed to walk away from Stoll’s music feeling complacent. The stark truth and beauty in Stoll’s words and melodies are undeniable and are a welcome relief from the inundation of empty power ballads and the carbon-copy fluff that pollutes Top-40 radio.

Stoll has two solo releases thus far: everything you gave me (2001) and This is where we bury it (2005). everything you gave me is a stripped-down collection of Stoll’s earlier, edgy material. Recorded at Chatham Garden Studio in Hamilton, Ontario, the album took form under the guidance of producer/engineer Mike Birthelmer. Just Stoll and her guitar, live off the floor, this collection of 11 varied and beautiful songs displays Stoll’s gift for turning stories into poetry and setting those poems to music.

A giant leap from the stark, bare-bones production of everything you gave me is Stoll’s most recent endeavour, This is where we bury it. These 13 songs were recorded at World Records Studio near Toronto’s High Park in an old-century home warmly known as the Gingerbread House. Musician John MacLean offered up his unconventional approach, acting as producer/engineer for the album, bringing with him the vast talents of his afro-funk outfit Mr. Something Something. This band of world-class players applied their knowledge of afrobeat, funk, and jazz to Stoll’s acoustic gems. With guest appearances from other local talents, This is where we bury it is an arresting collection of highly listenable and unconventional music that defies categorization. This record is a journey of unfaltering beauty. Each song in its uniqueness has the ability to achieve “favourite” status, though the record finds cohesion in the exceptionally strong writing and arrangements. Improvisation and hours of coddling by dedicated folks volunteering their time make this record one that Stoll is very proud of.

The Toronto music scene is incestuous. Artists helping other artists and everyone working on each other’s projects is the norm. Stoll is no exception and has several side projects apart from her solo career. In 2002 the Ladybird Sideshow was brought to life by the critically acclaimed talents of singer-songwriters Melissa McClelland, Erin Smith, Lisa Winn, and Janine Stoll. The Ladybirds knew one another and played shows in support of one another for years before deciding to collaborate and tour as a group. Each ’bird writes her own songs that are brilliantly treated with impeccable four-part vocal arrangements. A live show is not to be missed, as these occasions are rare and the performance is stunning. So much love and humour shared between these four ladies is touching and often hilarious to witness. Each Ladybird is a unique and highly talented performer, but the variety of musical styles, the energy, and the skilful collaboration is what makes the Ladybird Sideshow so unique. Available on CD is Live at the Orange Lounge, a live in-studio concert recorded at Toronto’s renowned Orange Lounge by acclaimed producer/engineer Daryn Barry. You can also often find Stoll collaborating with Erin Smith as a funkified and super-cute duo ? two powerhouse vocalists with a good deal of bounce, wit, and personality. Their great six-song demo offers proof of their draw.

Stoll is also a sometimes vocalist for Mr. Something Something, often offering tasty backing vocals to this sextet that showcases an addictive onslaught of get-off-your-butt-and-dance afro-funk music. They provide a truly worthwhile night out for anyone who loves afro-beat, funk, or just to “give ’er” and party like it’s going out of style.

Currently Stoll is busy promoting This is where we bury it, playing live, eating raw vegan, knitting, doing graphic and web design, writing new songs, contemplating plans for her next record, and thinking about moving on.

For more info visit www.janinestoll.com.

"Maybe she'd get the Order of Canada someday, if she weren't so naughty. She's a poet man. She's the new Leonard Cohen, Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Lucinda and Victoria Williams.... She's got these amazing stories of love, sex, religion, wild youth, life on the streets of Toronto. Such creativity and imagination. I'm devastated."
- Spill Magazine
The Big Q&A
Q: If you were a bowl of soup what kind would you be?
A: A warm and spicy puree with some hunks of chocolate in it.
Q: Thongs, grannies, lace, La Senza cottons or boycott?
A: La Senza cottons
Q: Who is your role model?
A: Anyone who lives well without material possessions and manages to see the world while enriching their own and other people’s lives. Jessie Platz for her compassion, Jason Stoll for his bountiful determination and vision, the Ladybirds for their various talents, Ben Laurence for his ability to exist without pretense and Chris Wicke for being so challenging.
Q: Diet of choice?
A: 100% Raw Vegan… maybe someday I’ll get there.
Q: Earliest childhood memory?
A: Likely too scary and fuzzy to share here.
Q: Who would you most like to sing a duet with?
A: I would probably lose my shit if I ever got to sing with Patty Griffin.
Q: Do your hands smell like mustard or chocolate milk?
A: Chocolate milk… I guess.
Q: Are stuffed animals alive or just fuzz and fluff?
A: I still talk to mine and get offended if my friends make them masturbate.
Q: If you could play another instrument, which would you choose?
A: I would love to play cello and piano.
Q: If a major record label offered you a multi-million dollar contract to become a huge pop star, sing watered-down power ballads, wear skimpy clothes and do dance routines would you take the bait?
A: I would probably do the skimp (if they invested in a personal trainer for me) and dancing could be fun (if I didn’t have two left feet), but I think I would off myself if I had to sing shitty songs. The stress alone that someday people would discover that I’m a fraud would be enough to push me over the edge. So I think that they can keep their millions and I’ll kindly keep my soul. Besides, even if I did have a truckload of money I’m pretty sure I’d still go “furniture shopping” on the night before garbage day.
Q: If you were offered contracts to play the Casino circuit, would you do it?
A: I think it would be awesome money and funny, to boot! So hell yeah!
Q: Peanut butter or jam?
A: That’s tough. Jam. More variety of flavours.
Q: Which Spice Girl do you think you’re most like?
A: I once dressed up as a Spice Girl for Halloween. I taped Smarties to my nipples and went as Nipply Spice. That’s my choice.
Q: Which character from Sex and the City is most similar to you?
A: Even though I don’t have a keen fashion sense (someone probably has died in half the clothes that I own… second hand), nor do I have an obsession with shoes (I was born with impractically wide feet), I gotta say Carrie. She’s neat. I like to think that I’m more neat than I am neurotic.
Q: What would you do for immeasurable fame and fortune?
A: Wait.
Q: What was your favourite Ladybird gig to date?
A: When we played C’est What after we came off our Crotch-Canada tour. I felt like a total star that night.
Q: Reincarnation… which animal would you want to come back as?
A: A Wuzzle.
Q: Who is your favourite Ladybird fan?
A: Thom Fairley.
Q: What’s your favourite Ladybird song to perform these days?
A: I love performing My Attention because the ending makes people freak out. I also like singing our version of Hyper Ballad ‘cause it’s a slayer and makes me ache with sadness. Being sad is fun.
Q: Describe each of the Ladybirds using one word (including yourself)
A: Erin - Adorable, Melissa - fascinating, Lisa - selfless, Janine - bored
Q: Where is your favourite place to shop?
A: Dollarama...
Q: Any vices?
A: Chocolate. I can eat pounds of it and keep eating even when I start cramping up from lactose intolerance and the walls of my stomach start to split. I'm currently doing a no-chocolate challenge and I haven't had a bit of it for well over two weeks. I needed to see if I could live without it. Apparently I can, but I'm really sad....
Q: What is your favourite insect?
A: I dig caterpillars.
Q: If you were on the TV show Survivor, what would you bring as your one luxury item?
A: This is a tough call. I would say my guitar, but I'd worry terribly about the elements fucking it up. I'd like to bring my dictaphone, but the battery life wouldn't be long enough. So I think I'd have to bring my journal. Or a big, sharp knife.
Q: Who is your pretend boyfriend?
A: The cute boy who works at my neighbourhood video store.
Q: Who is your pretend girlfriend?
A: Donna from That '70s Show
Q: It's Friday night and you're dateless. What ever will you do?
A: Call my friend Chickenball and go out on the town looking for guys with ass tattoos and penile peircings, hitchhike on Queen Street, drink a bubba in the backseat of a rice rocket, dance with a tiny old Chinese man and a Michael Jackson look-alike (the one from the '80s) at a Polish discothèque and still have the photos to prove it.
Q: Who are your favourite bands/musicians to listen to these days?
A: Erin Smith, Feist, Mr. Something Something, Jack Breakfast, Martin Tielli, Zero 7.
Q: Do you have a freakish hidden talent?
A: The morning after a night of partying or performing I have the deepest, scariest man voice you'll likely ever hear coming out of a woman's mouth. I can ripple my tongue.
Q: Favourite record of all time?
A: Ella's Moods (Quiet Now series)
Q: What is the most vile thing that you've ever eaten?
A: I once tried cow tongue at an Italian wedding. Not really my thing. One time I had these antijitos that tasted exactly like stomach acid. Also not so pleasant.
Q: How cool is Melissa's yellow terry muumuu with the frog pocket?
A: Uber-excellent. I envy her ability to pull it off. And I also want one. But I don't think I'll ever be cool enough to make it look good.
Q: If Skee were a pair of pants, what kind would she be?
A: Flashy pink and red MC Hammer Pants with rainbow sequins and enough room to fit three of your closest friend in so you can all have a dance party together in Erinpants.
Q: If Lisa had a flavour, what flavour would she be?
A: Honey.
Q: If Janine asked to borrow your underpants or your toothbrush, would that be ok with you?
A: Ugh... she's fucking disgusting. I wouldn't lend her any of my shit.