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I played imaginary concerts growing up. They were on the piano in the living room. Best performed when my parents went out of town and after my older brothers moved […]
I played imaginary concerts growing up. They were on the piano in the living room. Best performed when my parents went out of town and after my older brothers moved […]
My Big Kahuna Burger t-shirt came in the mail today. I’ve wanted to buy it for a long time, at least since the 2cnd or 3rd time I watched Pulp […]
We’re making a tribute/ memorial night at the Tranzac for Mendelson Joe. Tuesday March 28th. Maybe people will bring their paintings by Joe and place them on the stage, in […]
There was a little mouse in the house. My live traps just didn’t interest him partly because he has a tumor growing out the side of his face and the […]
There is an exquisite interview with Wayne Shorter somewhere on the tubes of You. He tells the story of meeting Lester Young in Toronto at the Towne Tavern. A lot […]
I have a piano student, a girl who surprises me. Just when I think she isn’t that into it, she shows up having obviously worked on it enough to display […]
I wrote to David Lindley one time, I wanted to ask him questions about Warren Zevon. I wanted to play with him too. I loved his work. He never replied […]
An unusual dream I woke up from and wanted to write down before the waves of memory dissolve back to the ocean. I was performing in Newfoundland, myself and others. […]
Trying to figure out how to make my daughter’s lunches more game changing. She won’t eat salad but she will eat cucumbers, lettuce and tomatoes separately. Took me a long […]
The musical trends of various times and places fascinate me for how people embrace them. How they get imitated, perpetuated, believed in even if privately some make critical remarks or […]