Sitting in a coffee shop with many seniors in Nanton AB one afternoon while touring that area and a Chris Isaak song came over the little restaurant speakers. The clientele started to argue about which Blue Rodeo song this is. At a certain point I couldn’t take it any longer and piped in that it wasn’t Blue Rodeo it was Chris Isaak. One guy with anchor tattoos and Popeye forearms looks me in the eye expressionlessly and tells me it’s definitely Blue Rodeo. Imagine the ace I held up my sleeve which if I tried to use would only confirm to him and his pals that I am a delusional fool, cruisin’ for a bruisin’.
One time I showed up to a place where another artist was rehearsing who knew some of my work. He was excited to meet me and to show me his imitation of me. It was basically an imitation of a rotten singer which perhaps I am but even weirder was that the guy expected us to be pals after that.
The air in the study room is dense from microwaved meat. Now might be a good time to try playing the trumpet. Just cover your ears man, enjoy your food. Soon I’ll have my winter hat on. Soon the dead cat buried last summer will just be bones and fur. Soon we’ll join her. No time to exercise but I believe if Sherlock Holmes was here he would see it differently. Probably he would circle “no time” and add a question mark. Must be vigilant about keeping him away. The war to change society continues receiving lip service but it’s only as real as other apparent wars. Vegetarian Omnivore, Liberal Conservative, Apple PC, Heaven Hell, Coke Pepsi. Sherlock Holmes correctly circles apparent with a question mark. When I lived in the country took 90 minutes to get there from Toronto. A zillion people told me they would like to see it. Jumped on that curiosity and invited them over right then right now. Then they would say they had “no time” but maybe later. All but one time that is.
“Hi I wasn’t sure if I would get you or an answering machine. Heard you moved outside the city.”
“Ya it’s 45 minutes passed Hamilton.”
“What is it exactly that you bought?”
“It’s an old blacksmith shop.”
“So your making horse shoes?”
“Not exactly (both laugh) I have a studio set up. You want to come over? I could put you to work engineering.”
“Like right now?”
The Juno committee never acknowledged Gord Downie’s technique for pressing record and play, on my Tascam MXR 16. But me, Sherlock and now you know he should have been nominated in two categories. Best Impromptu and The 1995 Mensch Hall of Fame.