Earlier this month, I wrote about Voyageur, a storied, marvellous guitar pieced together from emotionally charged physical objects from across Canada, from the local to the national. Voyageur is a remarkable thing, a deliberately created talisman that was created by selecting 64 significant objects, combining them with skill and craftsmanship, and then bringing it across the nation, back and forth, back and forth, to draw out the personal magic of all kinds of Canadians.

Voyageur's story is collected in a remarkable book, Six String Nation: 64 Pieces, 6 Springs, 1 Country, 1 Guitar, written by Jowi Taylor, the guitar's overseer. Both the book and the guitar are quintessentially Canadian, attempting to unify a nation that is inherently synthetic, filled with people whose claim to "Canadianness" is recent, contingent, and fraught. It's not just non-indigenous people; Canada's "First Nations" struggle just as much with identity, the result of a combination of state policies that ranged from the merely discriminatory to the outright genocidal and the diversity within indigenous communities, whose makeup includes Cree and Six Nations and other "original" indigenes; Inuit people who found the continent much later, and metis and other "mixed" people who lay claim to multiple heritages.

Growing up Canadian, I fully internalized the idea that countries are just arbitrarily delimited places filled with people from all over the world, that prejudiced nationalism wasn't just ugly, it was nonsensical. "Canadians" aren't Canadian because of where they were born or because of who their parents were -- they're Canadian because they call themselves Canadian. It's no wonder that the winning entry in a famous CBC contest to finish the phrase "As Canadian as..." was "...possible under the circumstances."

Jowi Taylor's book, his guitar, and his remarkable quest to bring an object "made from hockey sticks and canoe paddles and grain elevators and baseboards and boats and antlers," to as many Canadians as possible, to have it played by as many Canadians as possible, are a uniquely Canadian endeavor, a synthesis of all the different ways there are to "be Canadian."

Structurally, the book is a great mix of short reminisces, portraits of the guitar and the many people who've honored it, and an inventory of the pieces that form it, from ancient rock to Rocket Richard's Stanley Cup ring to Pierre Trudeau's canoe paddle to a piece of the sacred Haida Gai tree to a piece of John A Macdonald's sideboard to a piece of the Nova Scotia Home for Coloured Children to a bit of a soup paddle from Hoito Restaurant, a worker's co-op started by Finnish trade-unionists in Northern Ontario. Braiding the stories of the guitar, its pieces, and its fans makes for a powerful back story, a kind of magic that is positively galvanizing.

Whether or not you are Canadian or care about Canada's endless identity crisis, "Six String Nation" is a remarkable account of how humans infuse objects with meaning and story and turn them into powerful, awesome symbols.

After writing my earlier post, I heard from Jowi, who reminded me of a delightful personal connection, as his mother told him, "You and Cory Doctorow played together in [Toronto's] Earl Bales Park at the NDP [New Democratic Party] Picnic when you were little"! It's a small world and a small country, indeed.

Six String Nation: 64 Pieces, 6 Springs, 1 Country, 1 Guitar (Amazon Canada)

Six String Nation: 64 Pieces, 6 Springs, 1 Country, 1 Guitar (Amazon US)

Six String Nation (site)/Guitar Explorer

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  • EeyoreX

    I dunno. Love the project, but why a book?
    Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.
    This is supposed to be the 21st century: where is the sing-along DVD allready? Or the AVI-file, even.

  • David Newland

    #7 you’re missing the point – the book is how the many stories collected around the guitar get shared with the world at large, whether they’ve laid hands on Voyageur or not.

  • error404

    Cory, I’m not a Canadian, but the heart of this piece struck me.

    It’s the best you want for your own country, the reason why I swell with pride when as a Scotsman I find that there are Singh and Patel Tartan’s, that Chicken Tikka Masala was invented by Pakistani Glaswegians.

    We are all just making it up as we go along, and the new African Scots are just as much Scots as Jimmy Shand.

    Lovely article.

    • Antinous / Moderator

      Fixed.

  • Anonymous

    Is there candy in Candia?

  • iamanumlaut

    Bah, I was hoping for a sequel to Six String Samurai.

  • Individual

    You homepage is still making my cursor hide.

  • pAULbOWEN

    O Canda, eh?

  • Anonymous

    Ha! What identity crisis? Being Canadian has always been about having the most pristine wilderness per capita on Earth and taking full advantage of it every goddamn weekend. Preferably in a canoe or mountain bike. Or ATV. Or powerboat. Or plane. Or whichever way you see fit.

  • Anonymous

    In addition to being an an amazing visionary and talented radio producer/host, Jowi is an incredible speaker. You can hear excerpts of a talk he gave at a recent conference (including discussion about the Six String Nation guitar) at http://www.canadianpodcastbuffet.ca/?p=274.

  • David Newland

    Like many Canadian musicians, I’ve had the privilege of playing Voyageur, and it’s a good feeling to make a little music with it before passing it along.

    But what’s far more important about the guitar is that tens of thousands of Canadians have had their pictures taken with it as Jowi’s taken it across the country and all over.

    People think they’re interacting with history when they hold it and pose; what’s really happening is that they’re becoming a little piece of the mosaic that is our history in the making.

  • NeonCat

    I don’t know, this is like how Project Satan got started…

  • brian corcoran

    Great post Cory, you nailed it.
    I’m curious to know if there’s anything you’ve taken with you from the States to the UK that serves as a Canadian touchstone of sorts?

  • Cory Doctorow

    My most Canadian possession is my stash of Buckley’s Mixture, the uniquely Canadian, vile-tasting, industrial strength cough syrup. I renew my supply every time I go home.