August 26, 2016
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
August 25, 2016
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
August 24, 2016
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
August 23, 2016
When 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
August 21, 2016
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
“Little Bones” *
No words: Farewell to The Peg
*Little Bones Guitar Lesson
Bobcaygeon ~ Bm
August 20, 2016
Mesdames et Messieurs, le pays est maintenant fermé :
Closing Time – Leonard Cohen
Or from my old Manitoba home:
Daniel Lavoie – Je n’y suis pour personne
une iasion poste
August 18, 2016
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.
Remembering Levon Helm – When I Go Away 2009
post by Odie Cleghorn