Metric’s Emily Haines on Finding Hope in Formentera
Photo by Jim Broadbent
Emily Haines has had many opportunities to expand her musical palette over the years. Born in New Delhi, where her mother ran a school for at-risk Indian children, she grew up under the adventurous auspices of her Canadian poet father Paul Haines, renowned for sonic experiments like Elevator Over the Hill, a late-‘60s jazz-opera collaboration with Carla Bley, for which he penned the libretto. She also drew inspiration from studying drama in college, where she met two musicians who would play key roles in her life, Amy Millan and Kevin Drew, with whom she still collaborates in the band Broken Social Scene. Meeting guitarist Jimmy Shaw in their native Toronto ’97 would prove even more influential for this keyboardist/vocalist—after testing the nightclub-performance waters as the duo Mainstream, they changed their moniker to Metric, added members Joshua Winstead on bass and Joules Scott-Key on drums, and began exploring the junctures where pop, dance, electronica and retro-playful New Wave crossed aesthetic paths. Haines’ Blondie-pneumatic singing was often at odds with Shaw’s growling punk-metal guitars, which only added to her options, through seven Metric missives and more ethereal, piano-buttressed diversions on her own with Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton.
The Canadian crooner probably thought she had her sound polished to patented perfection. But the pandemic had other ideas.
For Metric’s dark, but ruthlessly inventive new album, Formentera, their eighth, she didn’t make any attempts to lyrically gloss over the sense of ennui and existential dread that everyone had. She faced it, head-on, in its thumping opening processional, an ominous 10-and-a-half-minute epistle called “Doomscroller,” a sign of the sinister times if ever there was one. Given that “doomscrolling”—compulsively scanning online news for the worst headlines lockdown could offer—was one of the Oxford dictionary’s most popular new Words of the Year for 2020, vocalist/keyboardist Emily Haines doesn’t blanket the truth with sunny sophistry and instead implements subtle, repeated Sprechgesang observations like, “Was it an act of God or an accident?” and the chilly societal comparison, “Salt of the Earth, underpaid to serve you … Scum of the Earth overpaid to rob you.” Remember those early coronavirus days when we suddenly realized how much we relied on—and often took for granted—those blue-collar cogs inn the workplace machinery? And Shaw had just completed work on an intricate hometown studio, where Metric captured the Wagnerian spirit of this zeitgeist track, and others, like “All Comes Crashing,” “What Feels Like Eternity” and an elegiac, shimmering closer, “Paths in the Sky,” which attempts to “cure the blues that seemed to be destroying me.”
The title cut alone has multiple meanings. Formentera is actually a real exotic getaway, a Balearic island that the band stumbled across in a travel magazine. But it also came to symbolize an oasis, a haven, something to hope for once this pandemic finally passes (“I’ve got so far to go/ So give my soul some peace,” the vocals plead in the six-minute prog-tinged opus). “And doomscrolling? I think a lot of people have experienced that,” reckons Haines, a seasoned and remarkably confident 48. “And that isn’t going anywhere, that feeling of … of powerlessness. But it’s all within the scope of what you can control, and what you can have an impact on.” Something shifted for Haines in the process, and she now has honed her creative focus to an almost laser-like precision, Covid be damned. “I have one purpose, and that is to write these songs and sing them, and in doing so be reasonably useful,” she adds of her new Metric mission statement. “So I hope that’s the case with this new music, that it’s useful to people.” Haines checked in during a recent press week in Toronto to elaborate.
Paste: What hobbies kept your mind occupied during lockdown? A lot of folks got into gardening, some got into jigsaw puzzles …
Emily Haines: Yeah, I was just gonna say gardening really happened for me. I have this property that’s beautifully populated with trees, and I just kind of wander out there. There’s this whole big stretch called The Meadow, and it amazes me, every time I go out—something else is in bloom, every tree has an identity, and there’s that thing where a tree will look dead, but other saplings will be coming up around it. And I feel so blissed out. And then in the garden, similarly—I just cannot believe, after a Canadian winter, that things bloom. But they do.
Paste: And you’re outside of Toronto, right? Is there nature around?
Haines: Yeah. Yeah. It’s a beautiful area called the MOMA Hills, and I got a place that’s just rolling, beautiful, untouched forest and rivers. And I run from this dirt road, and then my neighbor has a pond that I can jump in—it’s fully Huckleberry Finn kind of bullshit, but I love it. And there are coyotes, which I’m not into because I have a dog. But I see this one thing, and I’m convinced it’s the same guy, this porcupine, which is a very cool creature. And I saw a fox recently, and I see deer quite commonly. There is one fawn which took up residence right by my front door, which I also thought was an amazing metaphor for the whole, like, just don’t do anything. Because you can be like, “Oh, my God! What do I do?” And you Google a million things, but it’s like, “Leave it alone. Let it do its thing. Nature is doing what it should do—you are not useful. ” So that’s a pretty stunning thing to see and witness.
Paste: So what was—and is—your daily ritual? Do you get outdoors immediately in the morning? Or wait until the afternoon?
Haines: Well, I’m pretty bad in the winter because the cold is tough, even though it is beautiful, more in the natural world than in the slush. But in the springtime, normally I take the dog out to The Meadow first thing in the morning, right after my run. I’ll have a nice run on that dirt road, and if it’s summertime, jump in the pond, if it isn’t, just come home, get the dog, go out to The Meadow with a coffee. And he’s a toy poodle named Romeo. Of course.
Paste: What if you have a song idea, forming in your head out there, like in Time Bandits? Do you carry a notepad to jot it down?