Downie’s Introduce Yerself serves as a fitting epitaph

GORD DOWNIE “INTRODUCE YERSELF” (ARTS AND CRAFTS)

Most people don’t get a chance to say goodbye. Despite the tragedy of his brain cancer, Gord Downie had the luxury of having one of the longest goodbyes in music history: first in the triumphant final Tragically Hip tour in the summer of 2016, and now in the flurry of music he recorded in the last two years of his life.

Details of those other final projects have yet to be officially announced, but it’s hard to imagine any will act as a better epitaph than “Introduce Yerself,” recorded in two four-day stints a year apart: one in January 2016, shortly after Downie had a craniotomy, and another in February 2017. This was what Downie wanted to make sure he left behind: 23 songs written as love letters to people near and dear to him. To his parents, to his siblings, to his children, to the women he loved, to his old friends, to his new friends in James Bay, and of course to his beloved bandmates. There’s even one dedicated to Lake Ontario.

Downie was never a writer to mine his diaries for lyrics. When he did write deeply personal songs, like “Fiddler’s Green” or “Toronto #4,” they were openended enough that listeners could interpret them a variety of different ways. “Introduce Yerself ” is incredibly personal and full of intimate details — “Bedtime” documents the minutiae of putting an infant to rest — and yet each song is a secret code to the recipient. Only if you are in Downie’s inner circle or have mutual friends could you begin to guess for whom each of these songs are written. The title track is about that old trick to cover for memory lapse in social occasions: when you can’t remember someone’s name, get an adjacent friend to introduce themselves, prompting the other person to say their name. This entire album is Downie convening the most important people in his life and introducing them to each other — but without ever saying their names.

There are a few obvious recipients of these letters, namely the ones about his children, like “Bedtime.” “Spoon” is about bonding with his son over the Texan band of the same name, of going to a show together when the boy was too young to stay up late. “Love Over Money” is clearly about The Tragically Hip, about the band of brothers who were not always the happy family they projected to the world, but who navigated a rough road and triumphed in the end — they even “deafened the husband of the Queen of England,” a reference to a command performance where Prince Philip complained about the volume.

It’s an obvious point of pride for Downie.

An album like this is criticproof, of course: what, are you going to judge a dying man’s correspondence with loved ones?

This intimate exchange wouldn’t be recommended to anyone who isn’t already a massive fan — although, as we found out in the outpouring of love last year, there are few Canadian music fans of a certain generation who don’t have a soft spot for Downie. It’s a long record; were it not for the gravity of the situation and the speed with which it was made, it could certainly stand to lose some of the less developed ideas.

It shares some commonalities with Stephen Merritt’s self-explanatory “50 Song Memoir” from earlier this year, or Greg Keelor’s elegies for his late father, “Seven Songs for Jim.” It’s like “Songs for Drella” in reverse: that album by Lou Reed and John Cale was written about Andy Warhol after his death. This is the dying artist writing about the community that has always surrounded him.

That last Tragically Hip tour was simultaneously an act of enormous generosity to his fan base, and yet it was still intensely private: we knew very little about what his daily struggle was like. This album is much the same: it’s a gift to those close to him, and by extension to his fans, but there is still so much about Downie that will always be unknowable.

Stream: “Introduce Yerself,” “Spoon,” “Snowflake”