I really like Joe Henry. He was performing on Morning Becomes Eclectic and you can listen to it here:
My favourite album of his is Tiny Voices. It probably has mostly to do with all the crazy ass improv horns, weaving all these layers behind his songwriting. I enjoy his lyrics as well. I think my favourite song is Flag.
I've created a new website full of my photography. Not that I'm a professional or anything, but I've always loved taking seven cameras with me wherever I go. Click on the image below to visit the site.
call it in the red I forget, but carry weathered memories of outdoor evening wind whirled times running through mysterious grass to landings where the moon could not be higher
call it in the red I forget all aside from the dodging disasters with skin as thick as leather trenches so wide, with the eyes of 100 neighbours watching waiting for mistakes and stories
I don't need stories the drama within them I stand at the epilogue with plans for you yet if your palm remains so flat and smooth and open as it did in the sun that day
I have been absent from this blog for so long, I doubt anyone will be around to read this!
September has always been my favourite month but the universe went and doggone spoiled it this year round. Cars being smashed by thieves, the office where I work being closed, more car problems, it was a bit messy.
Needless to say it has been uninspiring, as I'm probably sucking the inspiration out of you the more you read on!
But we all have our bad days. I'm looking in books, buying records, hanging out surrounded by fall breeze through windows, the vertical blinds in a frenzy, waiting for something to come along worth elaborating on.
I hit 27 years old this month. AH! This year appears to be an exciting one, as there are some things just beyond the horizon that will exhilarate my tired bones.
I hope to be coming back at the world with more energy then when I was five....real real....real soon.
And last but not least, concentrating hard on stage, while Fredericton buzzed around me. Our hotel in Fredericton had dial up that didn't work. I had a shower and all that was left to dry off was a hand towel. But it was fun.
What a great time we had out east. I wanted to get a blog entry up quickly. Here we go! Wakefield, Ottawa, Montreal, Quebec City, Truro, Halifax, Fredericton, Antigonish
Wakefield, QC Ottawa Bluesfest - Barney Danson Theatre Devon in stylish raincoat Ani Difranco at Bluesfest
Quebec City - Park Drinking Devon Quebec City - Waterfront Backstage - my mom would be so proud if she saw where we hang out before shows. Halifax Harbour Lady wants Dan's fish Devon enjoying some Keith's on the Valery Gore Tore (said in east coast accent)
Evolve Fest was dead. I think everyone was still sleeping. Oh well.
Lobster at the Hendersons! My lobster wound Ken Henderson! The one and only!
I found the song I want played at my funeral! You know how people sometimes write that down for reference? Well this is it. I discovered Laura Nyro in high school and when I did, it was as though someone was saying "Girl, why so weak? Holler! Let it out! Holler! Bellow to the silver moon!". Laura Nyro never held back. And her positivity radiated from almost every single song.
So She's invited to the funeral. Which won't be for a long time. Just sayin'. Funeral song!