Deep Woods On It

August 26, 2016

Statues of Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox

I was just in Hockeytown, USA (Warroad, Minnesota) home of the Christian brothers and numerous Olympians. If you start in this town of around 2,000 found just south of the truncated North West Angle, go straight south a few hundred miles,  past the land of Paul Bunyan and Babe,  past the Mississippi headwaters , past 10,000 lakes, through woods so deep you can’t see the trees, you’ll arrive at the Twin City base of this band.

From the Minnesota wild:

Farewell Milwaukee – True Love Don’t Leave Scars

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A friend of mine, a writer living in London (the real London), always gets Canadians and Americans confused. By using long words.

So it goes.

So where do writers go when they’re not creating songs, manuscripts, novels, Harlequin romances or IKEA instructions? To writers’ heaven in residence of course……like the one in this story. Gotta love it.

John K. Samson – When I Write My Masters Thesis (LIVE on Exclaim TV) – 2012


christine fellows – souvenirs – from paper anniversary – 2005

Candles Thick as Pillars

August 24, 2016

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I was at my daughter’s today doing some maintenance and she popped on this retro song from the nineties. Very appropriate given the massive shake-up in Italy this morning.

Vancouver’s celtic influenced (almost Newfoundlandesque) Spirit of the West:

From 1993’s album: Faithlift – And If Venice Is Sinking

post by sotwcanada


chords from lindesign.se

(C)Jesus hangs behind the glass
(F)Above venetian doors
(G)His window box boasts crimson (Am)flowers fresh cut the (G)day be(C)fore
(C)And you couldn’t find a smile
(F)If you nailed it to his face
(G)But Jesus Christ (Am)hangs his head with (G)grace
Chorus:
And if (F)Venice is sinking
(C)I’m going (G)under
(F)’Cause beauty’s religion
And it’s (C)Christened me with (G)wonder(C) C – F – G – Am – G – C
Verse 2:
They come in bent-backed
Creeping ‘cross the floor all dressed in black
Candles, thick as pillars, you can buy one off the floor
And the ceiling’s painted gold
Mary’s hair is red
The old come here to kiss their dead
(chorus)
Bridge:
(F)Ve-rs(G)e -3:F – Am – G – C
We made love on a bed
That sagged down to the floor
In a room that had a postcard on the door
Of Marini’s Little Man
With an erection on a horse
It always leaves me laughing, leaves me feeling that, of course if
(Chorus)
From: drake@sgl.ists.ca (Drake Hirasawa)

Warsaw Times

August 23, 2016

sadWhen I was about sixteen I came to town and visited my cousin.  He was eighteen and was writing for a local newspaper. He lived on Warsaw with a few other media guys. We walked up the stairs into the front room. Books by authors like J. R. R. Tolkien, Kurt Vonnegut & Douglas Adams, hash pipes and pizza boxes were everywhere. They had an awesome sound system and more albums than I had ever seen in one spot. This was cool.

Another thing that struck me was that the front door wasn’t locked. I asked him about it and he replied that if someone wants to come in and help themselves they were welcome to…….I still scratch my head about that one. Cool but kinda weird in a ‘hippie commune’ kinda way.

The thing is; years later, when I got my first place in a small rural town, I always left the doors unlocked – my friends from the city were always in disbelief.

Anyway….he pulls out an LP with a cartoon grin on the cover and asks me if I’d ever heard Grin and a guy named Nils Lofgren before……

Onto the turntable it goes and I’m hooked.

From the album All Out – Sad Letter – Grin ~ 1973

post by Tim Gorman

 

Ready. Set. Go.

August 21, 2016

set

Just for something to do – here is the set list (with links to the songs from a variety of sources over the years) from Tragically Hip’s closing ceremonies in Kingston last night.

Tragically Hip – Kingston, Ontario August 20, 2016

“50 Mission Cap”

Courage

Wheat Kings

At the Hundredth Meridian

In a World Possessed by the Human Mind

What Blue

“Tired As FUCK”

Machine

My Music at Work

Lake Fever

Toronto #4

Putting Down

Twist My Arm

Three Pistols

“Fiddler’s Green”

Little Bones” *

The Last Of The Unplucked Gems

Something On

Poets

BobcaygeonLesson

Fireworks

Encore 1

New Orleans Is Sinking” or from the Kingston performance

Boots or Hearts

Blow at High Dough

Encore 2

Nautical Disaster

Scared

Grace, Too

Encore 3

Locked In The Trunk Of A Car

Gift Shop

“Ahead By A Century” studio live / Excellent tutorial by Shutup & Play with your guitar tuned in an open C (C,G,C,G,C,C) capoed up two to D

Pause…….

No words: Farewell to The Peg

*Little Bones Guitar Lesson

Bobcaygeon    ~ Bm

[Bm]When I left your house thi[C]s morning
G A*
It was a little after nine
[Bm]It was in Bobcaygeon I saw the [C]constellations
G A*
Reveal themselves one star at a time
G A* G A*
G A* G A*
Drove back to town this morning with working on my mind
G A*
I thought of maybe quitting
G A*
Thought of leaving it behind
[Bm]Went back to bed this m[C]orning
G A*
And as I’m pulling down the blind
[Bm]The sky was dull and hypo[C]thetical
G A*
And falling one cloud at a time
That night in Tor[Em]onto with its [C]checkerboard floors
Riding on [G]horseback and keeping [D]order restored
Til the men th[Em]ey couldn’t hang
Stepped to the [C]mic and sang
And their [D]voices rang with that Aryan twang
G A* G A* ( X 2 )
((I think you get the point now))
I got to your house this morning just a little after nine
In the middle of that riot
Couldn’t get you off my mind
So I’m at your house this morning
Just a little after nine
Cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations
Reveal themselves one star at a time.
END
HIPPP

 

Closed | Fermé

August 20, 2016

Mesdames et Messieurs, le pays est maintenant fermé :

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Closing Time – Leonard Cohen
LC Vevo:

Or from my old Manitoba home:
Daniel Lavoie – Je n’y suis pour personne

une iasion poste

from wildernessphotographs.com

Of course y’all know one of my ‘Top 5 favourite places on the planet’ is anywhere in New England (with particular emphasis on Vermont). But even I have forgotten about the role that Upstate New York played in my youthful, whimsical fantasies of carefree living. As a child some of my earliest memories are from family vacations that stopped in places like Schenectady, Ticonderoga and Glens Falls. And of course the Adirondacks – the colors, lakes, green/red/orange and white mountains, campgrounds, ski runs and towns that mimicked Mayberry. Ahhh – good ole ‘Plattsburg/North Pole/Burlington’. Life was so freaking simple back then.

This was the time of Big Pink and Woodstock. There was a spirit here. Music oozed out of it’s pores. But for some reason I have never been back Upstate – at least not since my teenage years. I have flown over it many times. Watching the peaks poking up through the sea of clouds below. Seems like I’ve passed it by too many times. I’m going back; before I go away.
Cheers to memories, Upstate NY, and to Levon Helm – as folks say “one of the few people in the industry you can turn your back on”. But I won’t.

This song is from Electric Dirt, recorded at  The Barn – Levon Helm’s studio in Upstate.

Remembering Levon Helm – When I Go Away 2009

post by Odie Cleghorn

 

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