Jeans, t-shirt, bare feet, guitar draped across his body as he lounges on a couch, fingers dancing over the strings. Gerry Wall seems worlds away, lost in his cocoon of music.
It‚Äôs the look that seems to fit him best, though he‚Äôll admit to having to wear a suit once a month. He‚Äôll even admit to having a PhD in Economics, though it‚Äôs unlikely he‚Äôd ever ask anyone to address him as Dr. Wall. There‚Äôs certainly no hint of formality as the other two members of the Gerry Wall Trio, Nigel Troop and John Witherspoon, wander in for a practice session on a summery Monday evening. Soon, the microphone stands are in place, the guitars are strumming, the amp is tuned up and the music is playing. Feet are tapping. One set is bare, one in old socks, while the third feet tap time in well-worn Birkenstocks. Not your typical garage band. No piercings. No tattoos. Just a little grey hair, some balding. The ‚Äústudio‚ÄĚ is a cozy, glass-leaded, window-lined sunroom nestled at the back of a sprawling and very formal Rockcliffe home. A little bit of escape ‚Ä" an hour to lose themselves in their love of music ‚Ä" before returning to other life commitments: work; a son‚Äôs birthday dinner; preparations to send kids off to university. They probably wouldn‚Äôt appreciate the comment, but they‚Äôre just three middle-aged guys having fun ‚Ä" and churning out some pretty decent music while they‚Äôre at it. After playing at a charity event for the Ottawa Heart Institute a few years ago, they started playing actual ‚Äúpaying‚ÄĚ gigs at easy-listening venues like the Elmdale Tavern and the New Edinburgh Pub. ‚ÄúWe practice because we want to play it well and when we play it well, we want to play it for people,‚ÄĚ explains John. With four CDs to his credit (performed with a coterie of performers and back-up musicians), Gerry is the ‚Äúmusical brains‚ÄĚ behind the operation. He, along with his brother-in-law and friend Graham Knight, has written both the lyrics and the music for all the albums‚Äô songs. It‚Äôs hard to actually pin a label on the sound. Gerry calls it Canadiana with an emphasis on the lyrical. ‚ÄúIt‚Äôs got elements of Americana, folk, roots, jazz, country,‚ÄĚ he laughs. With his warm voice and pop and country-tinged melodies, it‚Äôs catchy, easy listening. Pretty impressive stuff for a guy who never had a formal music lesson in his life. ‚ÄúI was a child of the late ‚Äė60s,‚ÄĚ he shrugs. ‚ÄúMy sister had a guitar and I‚Äôd sneak it out of her room. Then I finally found a bass guitar in a pawn shop and put down a $5 deposit hoping my Mom would lend me the rest.‚ÄĚ She did. And he never looked back. (He owns 12 guitars now.) Growing up in Saskatoon, he‚Äôd often spend Saturday nights in the public library finding music to listen to that he wouldn‚Äôt otherwise get a chance to hear. It was a group from Moose Jaw playing at his high school dance (they were called the Mozart Group) that finally kick-started his desire to become a musician. ‚ÄúThey were playing ‚ÄėChain, Chain, Chain‚Äô as I walked into the gym and I can still hear the soaring falsetto harmonies and cavernous Motown groove,‚ÄĚ he recalls. ‚ÄúThey were Prairie boys playing music that would turn heads in any club any place in the world. That‚Äôs the first time I said ‚Äėhey, I want to do that.‚Äô‚ÄĚ He played in a high school band and even did a little touring. It didn‚Äôt lead to fame. It lead to the very sober realization that life on the road wasn‚Äôt something that appealed to him or his bank account. The guitar still rarely left his hand. But academia lead him to study English literature before ‚Äújust getting into‚ÄĚ economics. With a PhD from the University of Toronto under his belt, he held a variety of positions in the private and public sectors before founding Wall Communications, an economic research and analysis company. While his real job allows him the tools (financing) with which to pursue his passion (and support his family, wife Karen and 18-year-old son Kyle who has just started university in Guelph), you almost wonder if any of his clients ever get a few sheets of lyrics tucked into their reports by mistake. Says Karen lovingly, ‚ÄúSometimes I don‚Äôt know which part of his personality I am dealing with, extreme intellect, absent-minded professor or Jimi Hendrix. But it does keep life interesting.‚ÄĚ
He is never without pen and paper in case a lyric or a melody pops into his head. ‚ÄúSometimes it‚Äôs the words first, sometimes the melody comes first. Sometimes they come together. But you don‚Äôt just turn on the tap. So when it does come, I dedicate myself to the moment,‚ÄĚ he laughs. He‚Äôs modest, but he‚Äôll also freely admit that he‚Äôs lucky. Not everyone has his gift of music. Not that he‚Äôs expecting to hit the charts anytime soon. He loves Ottawa for its great collection of festivals, like Jazz Fest, Bluesfest and Folkfest. And sure, he admits he‚Äôd love to play at one of those venues one day. But, is that what all this is leading to? Who knows. ‚ÄúGerry is a talented musician who puts his own music out there for all to enjoy,‚ÄĚ says John of his band mate. ‚ÄúI like it and I‚Äôm enjoying the ride.‚ÄĚ ‚ÄúAs long as the music keeps coming to me, I‚Äôll keep doing it,‚ÄĚ smiles Gerry. ‚ÄúI just love writing and recording. And that makes me a happy guy.‚ÄĚ ‚Ä" Written by Andrea Douglas