What's In Your Fridge: Sam Tudor

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      What’s In Your Fridge is where the Straight asks interesting Vancouverites about their life-changing concerts, favourite albums, and, most importantly, what’s sitting beside the Heinz Ketchup in their custom-made Big Chill Retropolitan 20.6-cubic-foot refrigerators.

      On the grill

      Sam Tudor

      Who are you

      My name is Sam Tudor and I’m a musician living in Vancouver. I write lots of songs and perform them with a five-piece band made up of some of my closest friends. The band doesn’t have a name so we still just go by ‘Sam Tudor’, which is equal parts hubristic and confusing. We just put out a brand new ten track album called Quotidian Dream. I recorded and produced it myself from the comfort of my room over an excessively long period of time. I love science fiction books and being in the woods.

      First concert

      The first concert I attended was my Grade 4 elementary school Christmas concert. I was also in it. I was given the role of a “cool cheetah” who was morally devious. It created a lasting confusion in me; I liked being cool and I got to wear sunglasses, but it came at the price of being the villain. I feel like I learned something from that show, but still not sure what.

      Life-changing concert

      I saw Wax Mannequin at a music festival in Ymir called Tiny Lights. He’s such a brilliant songwriter, so thoroughly weird, and he just has this energy behind his eyes that absorbs you—it’s so good. It was late at night, he blew up balloons, burned a candle on his head, had wax dripping down his face, and it still felt like a cozy communal experience. I think the reason seeing him was life-changing is because I realized in that moment that a lot of the limitations I’d put on myself as a “singer-songwriter” don’t really exist. You can do whatever you want.

      Top three records

      Sheryl Crow Tuesday Night Music Club  Whenever I tell people how much I love this record and how much it informed my person they think I’m being a quirky ironic youth. I’m not being a quirky ironic youth—there’s no irony here. I love this record so much. I just love choruses that are so big and good that you just want to punch a wall; a chorus that manifests itself physically. What finer example of that then “Run Baby Run”. I keep getting evicted because I put my fist through a wall every time I listen to it in a sort of satisfying physical release. Okay, that last part isn’t true.

      Radiohead Kid A  Whenever I want to get serious about tidying up my room, I put on “Everything In Its Right Place” and just go completely to town.

      WHY? Alopecia  This album must have just been a time and place thing, because I began listening to it when I was in Grade 9 and it hit me in exactly the right spot. The production is so cool–beats constructed in the most satisfying but unexpected ways, and Yoni Wolf’s lyrics were perfect for my angst ridden teenage self. I don’t like a lot of other WHY? records, but this one is as close to a perfect record as I can imagine.

      All-time favourite video

      I know this isn’t a music video, but I love this video where an actor reads his line wrong and he’s supposed to act disappointed but he just shouts “disappointed!” instead. It’s so satisfyingly wrong, I love it very much.

      What’s in your fridge

      Spinach. Ask any of my friends, I’m not a big eater. I don’t “not like” eating per se, but I just feel like it takes up so much time. Eating is tedious! My band hates me for this opinion—when we go on tour they are so indignant about the fact that I don’t eat, and I’m indignant that we have to spend so much of our short little lives eating. Anyway, everytime I feel like I need some greens I just eat a ton of this spinach so I can get it over with in one concentrated dose.

      Sriracha Mayo. I’ve gone off Sriracha a bit since I had a friend refer to it as “the devil’s semen”. But this Sriracha Mayo sauce is just so good. I’m a sucker though, because it is literally just Sriracha and mayo in a bottle for a higher price. Only a fool would buy it, and I bought it.

      Not bananas. Bananas are not in my fridge. You know why? Cold bananas are gross. There, I said it. Someone had to.

      You can check out Sam Tudor's Quotidian Dream here.