It didn't matter how hard we tried

I've seen you stumble
I've seen you fall
I've seen you brought down
Feathers and all
Picked your self up
For the ones that you call
Your best friends

I know you've been fighting
What we can't see
Sometimes it takes many faces to be
It takes a time and a place to be free
But in the end

Who would be so cruel
To someone like you
No one but you
Who would make the rules

For the things that you do
No one but you

I woke up this morning
Looked at the sky
I thought of all of the time passing by
It didn't matter how hard we tried
Cause in the end

Who would be so cruel
To someone like you
No one but you
Who would make the rules
For the things that you do
No one but you

-Doug Paisley

Tigran Hamasyan

I just discovered this jaw-dropping pianist Tigran Hamasyan.



Yeah, I know right?

White Denim

I absolutely LOVE this record! It screams road trip. The musicianship is super smart and catchy. New favourite band!





I've been editing photos all night from a clothing line called Las Valentias I photographed last weekend. My eyeballs are ready for bed. "Some Wild Going Outward" is a good signing off song. Night.

Blalock

My Great Grandma Lil and Papa Gore

Today was a great day. It started with the evening before last and the evening before that. Songs are coming to me in gangs. Ideas are here. Ways to go. It's always a relief.

My friend Ross introduced me to these mixtapes by Blalock. They are all so fantastic. My favourite right now is available here.

There's a lot more to come.

V

Part of a postcard book I found in China

Land Of Talk - Troubled

Now he is gone
as you are gone.
But he belongs to me like lost luggage.

-anne sexton

The Shriners

My favourite part of the Santa Claus Parade in my hometown of Fort Erie: The Shriners. Shriners on go-karts, on boats, on the back of cabooses dressed up as frowning clowns. They sure had me laughing.


There were one hundred firemen at the front of the parade, convenient for any Shriner emergencies. But they had emergencies of their own when an antique firetruck broke down in the middle of Catherine Street.




My Nephew Elliott enjoyed the horses most.



You gotta love those barely washed marching band uniforms from the 70's that make you look like a life size Christmas ornament. My high school's float was lead by at least twenty cheerleaders this year, a real school spirit improvement from the pre-2000 years when we had about four (before the squad folded under the weight of assembly harassment).




There were a lot of tow truck companies in the parade because I guess they're the only ones with flatbeds.






These photos are from my first roll using a 1950's Soviet FED-2 camera I bought on Kijiji. I had been eying this camera online for a couple of years and finally found one that didn't need to be shipped from Russia.

Tommie, I Sure Feel Sorry For You

My Great Grandmother (upper left) at the lake with friends. Her girlfriend on the right must have given her and her husband Tom this photo (her friend is on Tom's shoulders). The back reads "Tommie, I sure feel sorry for you."

I was passed down a box of my Great Grandmother's photos. I find half of them familiar, having rummaged through them many times growing up.

This is the first thing I've wanted to share on my blog for a very long time.

Godzilla Haiku

This site is so fun.