June 28, 2017


Spotted in The Exchange District: From imgur – rab1t

Time to celebrate!

They played this song a lot on CHOM back in the early seventies.

An Italian band from the early years of electronica.

Click here for studio version.

Premiata Forneria Marconi PFM – Celebration – Live TV, 1974
Yt post Sholingbr

Otter Tales

June 26, 2017


We are stardust. Acahkosak.Aswēhta.

In the sixties we were sorta on the right track. We wanted peace. We wanted equality. We wanted to ‘lose the smog’.

People had developed the capacity to question what was going on around them.

But something happened. Those unselfish sentiments are now commonly mocked & ridiculed (kakēpātis). And over a half century later we have none of those things dreamed about. Just plenty of lip service. We still find ourselves “caught in the devil’s bargain”.💣

There are, however, some sparks and embers glowing beneath the burntwood. Some signs that we are coming to our senses.

Take this story highlighting an (Anishinaabe) Indigenous creation story.

Fifty years ago this would never have become a reality. We could very well be back on a different yet adjacent, track headed toward the same fractured light. We still have a long way to go though (Pamēpicēwin).

Some feel themselves a “cog in something turnin’.”

Or are we satisfied with “dust to dust”?

Overcome the numbness and open the mind. (Or something like that).

Take this song by Joni Mitchell:

(Primarily E:m, A:m with a G and F#m thrown in for colour/color/kuller.)

Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, Tell me, where are you going
This he told me
Said, I’m going down to Yasgur’s Farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well, then can I roam beside you?
I have come to lose the smog,
And I feel myself a cog in somethin’ turning
And maybe it’s the time of year
Yes and maybe it’s the time of man
And I don’t know who I am
But life is for learning
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes
Riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devils bargain
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Matthews Southern Comfort – Woodstock 1970

Yt post by Andy Leigh

Individual Necessity

June 26, 2017


Art by QueenRobert from deviant

Btw, how’s Turtle Island doing? (Don’t bite the land that feeds you!)
For some reason I have this song/video stuck in my head. Guess I have this sinking feeling in my gut.


Spirit of the West – Venice is Sinking

Yt post by Sotwcanada

Living the Lie

June 24, 2017

Ignorance is blasphemy:

The more people talk, the more bullshit fills the air.

There are many who purposely distract from important issues of the day: the continued struggles faced by indigenous peoples, poverty & starvation, the war on terror & drugs, guns, black lives, climate change….to those who want to believe what they want to believe… learn to understand:

Admettez que, bientôt, vous serez submergés
Et que si vous valez la peine d’être sauvés,
Il est temps maintenant d’apprendre à nager
Car le monde et les temps changent

We have to be willing to learn new things – and there are many who refuse for their own selfish reasons. Pity.

How long can we tread water? Better learn to swim cuz the times are changing quickly.
Richard Séguin – Les temps changent
Yt post by Rosebelle GX



A Nish

June 24, 2017

I tip my bass guitar to the memory of an old Rennie friend…Ian.

Snowaxe – Harlem’s Screamin ~ 1980

Yt post by wagon666

Jig Band Music

June 23, 2017


Q: Is there a storm a brewing or has it blown over?

Beware of the dangers of dance, Métis style.

Á la Reg Bouvette:

Red River Jig

Yt post by canadienneshitface

Ravens and Eagles

June 22, 2017


From @lawladyimn

It has been observed with joy “that the holding of dances by the Indians on reserve is on the increase”.

My folks lived on Haida Gwaii and the islands were the birthplace of my sister. As I grew, I heard many stories, shared photos and saw the creativity of the islands. It is a special place. Ravens and Eagles.

Raven Dance


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