Carter Felker’s latest album should more rightfully, more appropriately, be called “a release.” Even The Happy Ones Are Sad will be shared in 2022 (hopefully a free box of tissues will be included with each album). On his debut Everyday Life (2016), Felker’s prodigious fingerpicking guitar skills lightheartedly juxtaposed a winter darkness in his lyrics: a looming foreclosure while bills pile up at the door, being forced to work through a back injury, consolation measured in a couple of grams. This is someone who simultaneously celebrates and suspiciously side-eyes the Alberta dream. Carter Felker traffics in music, yes, but even more profoundly in essence: the humdrum essence of Monday morning alarms clocks coming round again during lifetimes ticking on through thoughtless dawn moments walking across the kitchen floor; the craven essence of sneaking wordlessly away from a relationship and feeling the mute screen door sag shut behind you; the essence of everyday struggles.
Biography by Mary-Lynn Wardle