Monthly Archives: September 2017

songwriting hall of fame

Fave moments at last nights Songwriters Hall of Fame.
 
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Stephan Venne talking about melodies, calling peaks or climaxes the money note, later k.d. Lang demonstrating.
 
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The arrangement of Lisa LeBlanc singing La Nouvelle Saison by Beau Dommage like 60s classic revealed for the first time, the horn section reassembling at the front.
 
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While Tom Power speaks he acknowledges he can’t look in Neil’s actual direction, it is too surreal to be in this space.
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Synopsis video of Bruce Cockburn’s career includes moment where Eddie Van Halen is asked what it’s like to be the world’s best guitarist. Answers ” I don’t know why don’t you ask Bruce Cockburn”.
 
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Buffy Saint Marie going off on a tangent.
 
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Neil Young explaining songs are like animals, a rabbit hiding in a hole, it’ll remain hidden and flighty, ignore it, sit far away.
 
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Playing Beau Dommage video about applying for a grant 5 years ago and correctly referring to that government as the Harper Regime.
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Don Ross’s first attempts at Foxglove.
 
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Randy Bachman referring to the old Winnipeg CJOB morning show beefs and bouquets and Neil Young’s mother calling in to promote Neil.
 
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The montage about Stephen Venne’s career and Neil Young’s response later from the stage about charisma, pitch and fame.
 
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Colleen Allen’s classy presence on stage especially clarinet solo in Only Love Can Break Your Heart.
 
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Turning to the music business lawyer next to me after a predictable version of a Neil hit, remarking it would be amazing if they did something from Tonight’s The Night. Next Tom Wilson reads a piece on how Tonight’s The Night changed his life.
 
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So that’s Elliot Roberts.
 
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Neil Young imitating people “So whatdya doin’ nowadays?”
 
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Doug Wilde leading arrangements on stage and just a guy I usually see playing the Tranzac.
 
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Photographer before the show asking Magali and I to pose before the corporate backdrop just in case we are celebrities.

heard a little too often

I just want to tell you before I play this song that it isn’t finished and I shouldn’t even be playing it.
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Please don’t judge me for the lyrics I was stoned.
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Hi please sing with me in the chorus it’s easy “you and I are traveling, far and wide, I like the tiny messages I receive inside” ok goes like this oh and any guys can you take the last part and repeat it? “I receive inside” like do that twice ok? Ok here we go.
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Don’t blame me if you don’t like the chorus.
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Hi this next song has a boring part in the verse sorry about that um.uh.. I don’t know how to fix it but just wait for the chorus. That’s certainly the best part!
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Hi this song was written a long time ago and I don’t know what I meant in the 2cnd verse or for that matter the 3rd verse. Actually I don’t know what it’s about at all, so don’t ask me later ok? Here goes – and please don’t judge me.

blips of blips wishing me happy new year

Loud large guy on the streetcar chose the seat next to me soon told me he had been drinking but reassured me he gets mellow when he drinks. Said “it’s smoking pot that gets me fucked up”. So relieved. Then Craigslist brought forth someone from the burbs with accessories in pristine condition for $60. My 90s Moulinex seen better days but this time I’ll give attention to cleaning parts I previously neglected. Amazed to finally find vintage replacements, as you get older you don‘t waste second chances. Don’t know why actors get so giddy about songwriters but it’s a thing or at least seems those in my orbit identify that way as if someone playing a song is more significant than a powerful actor. Don’t they know all of us are imposters, equally? Seems like every group wants to align themselves with idea that God is something that cares about their group uniquely. Irish setters, springer spaniels, terriers can’t get anywhere without the first order of business, an acknowledgement they’re all dogs everything else is second and not as important. You’re Jewish, your Muslim, you’re Lions fan – we’re all on the streetcar talking to strangers looking for a magical Craigslist deal and equally pretending to be here when in fact our lifetimes are less than the blip of a blip.