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Sometimes I find myself with musicians or students who have not yet done the work they say they are going to do, yet they still want my opinion on whether […]

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No one expected the monks to walk into Smokey Joe’s Stage last Monday. It attracted the usual suspects. Dana Lalonde who now calls her self DL, Robertson who plays instrumentals […]

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Thanks for listening to my music this year. December had a nice four city tour of Montreal, Brockville, Chelsea and Burritts Rapids…though I forgot my merch in Montreal. oh well. […]

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In a neighbourhood filled with kombucha bars and cafes that only sold beverages made with turmeric, there lived a flute player named Lisa who had not slept in nine nights. […]

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To her, these were songs about the world being wrong. About gatekeepers misunderstanding originality. About experts mistaking sensitivity for weakness. She took pride in her resilience, in the fact that […]

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I did 20 shows this year. But next year already has 50 dates confirmed + perhaps I will also be accepted to some folk festivals I applied for (one finds […]

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Thelma played the cello. Every morning before she talked to anyone, like checking the weather. She was married to Fred who was a decent man. Reliable Fred. The kind of […]

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He found the best lines in bathrooms. In the cracked stalls in clubs and bus stations, places where people had something to unload. The writing was uneven, hurried, often cruel. […]

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For years the musician booked his own tours, which in retrospect was either a noble experiment in independence or a slow-motion financial crime committed against himself. He did everything right. […]

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Some lower their voices when they talk about AI, as if it might be listening. Some speak of it plainly, like weather, like rent, like another instrument added to the […]