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Kanata

by Justin Orok

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Kanata 04:24
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Brother leaving for South Korea When he’ll return I’ve no idea Singing his way into good fortune On television we’ll all be watching Secretly I am fearful he’ll build a home there Mother dreaming of South Korea Worried as ever when I’d last seen her Assures me that I’d do best to feel free When choosing a town where I’ll finish my degree I know I should go, but I can’t bear to leave her alone here
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Amethyst 03:58
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small town church for sale sold to dave and abigail at the edge of a cliff by County road it needed some work but it was all they could afford the pews were badly burned half the roof had caved but dave seemed unconcerned and he said, honey as long as we're together every day's a new adventure dave and gail forever every night that year dave and gail laughed til the moonlight disappeared and they ate breakfast with the birds each morn then one day the twins were born and dave said, honey as long as we're together every day's a new adventure dave and gail forever they raised the boys inside the ruin but gail began to doubt what she was doing she got sick of sleeping on the floor and threatened to walk out the door dave said he could change his ways and underneath the moonlight, he begged gail to stay but she said "don’t give me that tired old, 'honey as long as we're together every day's a new adventure dave and gail forever'"
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Silver Seven 04:54
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Damian 03:24
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Storyland 01:56

about

A couple years back I tried teaching songwriting. I put an ad on social media and soon had a few students. It went pretty well in the beginning. One day a hunched, unassuming young lad with a classical guitar in a soft case on his back knocked on my door. It was Justin Orok. His guitar teacher (the late Justin Haynes) had sent him. He said he was also a guitar teacher as well as a part-time florist. The weeks went by and my enthusiasm for teaching started to wane. I started to realize that songwriting couldn't really be taught. It's not some hobby or throwaway activity. It's a lifelong topsy-turvy curse, a riddled affliction and insular obsession, an intestinal, spiritual bug that will leave you shivering and hollering tied to some town square stake pole time and time again! Good luck to anyone who catches it. After a year I had two students left. One was Justin.

Justin didn’t really need much teaching, just a bit of guidance and occasional shifting of gears. He said he wasn’t a singer but I liked his voice and encouraged he sing his own songs. Every lesson I’d give a task to write a specific kind of song and he’d never fail to return the next week with another fully written and always with an exquisite melodic and lyrical vision. Always sweet and fragile and brilliant. I couldn’t quite believe it. It was unnerving. It was beautiful. He never boasted about anything he’d written. He quietly sang each new song with a humble dedication before expressing interest in the next task. We could have probably gone on forever but it was soon becoming plain to see that Justin had long left the station. I was both glad and sad to wave on the platform. He had written two albums worth of songs.

Justin has a lot of stories to tell. He’s a short story writer with a minimalist, exacting eye for the correct detail. Early on I told him to listen to Randy Newman. It’s almost like a miracle when a twenty-two-year goes batty over Randy Newman. It reminded me of me. It’s a tradition. A fold. It’s that old nightingale garden – irises blooming, shadow over the fountain, a twilight wind. Justin is there right now. He’s pulling out the deep-delved gem song. You can hear it all over ​Kanata​.

I can’t think of a better debut record.

John Southworth November 2020

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released October 14, 2022

music & lyrics by Justin Orok
produced by Jean Martin

Justin Orok - vocals, guitars, piano, wurlitzer, rhodes
Mara Nesrallah - background vocals (1, 4)
Felicity Williams - background vocals (1, 3, 4, 6, 8)
Tom Fitzgerald - violin (4)
Jesse Zubot - violin (3, 9)
Naomi McCarroll-Butler - clarinet, bass clarinet
Christine Bougie - lap steel guitar (1, 4, 8)
Myk Freedman - lap steel guitar (6)
Michael Davidson - vibraphone
Justin Haynes - piano (2, 7, 10)
Andrew Downing - cello, upright bass (1, 10)
Ben Heard - upright bass (4, 6)
Jean Martin - drums

recorded by Philip Shaw Bova (Bova Lab Studio), John Dinsmore (Lincoln County Social Club), Jeremy Darby (Canterbury Music Company), and Jean Martin (The Farm). additional recording by Jesse Zubot, Myk Freedman & Chris Ball, and Christine Bougie.

mixed & mastered by Jean Martin at The Farm

album artwork by Toko Hosoya

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Justin Orok Toronto, Ontario

Justin Orok is an independent singer-songwriter and guitarist based in Ontario. He is best known for his slice-of-life approach to songwriting, in which a diverse cast of characters navigate a maze of self-doubt, unspoken tenderness, and childlike wonder. ... more

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