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!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Beef Tongue & Podcast #3
My friend Drew turned thirty this past weekend and in honour of his aging pallet, we ate an assortment of wigged out meat between us.

Drew - Lentils & Testina (rolled pig face)
Joel - Raw Horse Sammy
Rachelle - Pork Belly
Valery Gore - Beef Tongue
As well we had a sampling of head cheese, and other strange consistency meats.
It was delicious. But I have to say (and I'm not over-dramatic about these kinds of things) that my stomach killed afterwards.

Podcast Number Three is posted on my official website. Click on the image above to have a listen (scroll to bottom of Media page)!!!

Drew - Lentils & Testina (rolled pig face)
Joel - Raw Horse Sammy
Rachelle - Pork Belly
Valery Gore - Beef Tongue
As well we had a sampling of head cheese, and other strange consistency meats.
It was delicious. But I have to say (and I'm not over-dramatic about these kinds of things) that my stomach killed afterwards.

Podcast Number Three is posted on my official website. Click on the image above to have a listen (scroll to bottom of Media page)!!!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
reading e.e. cummings
sometimes i find life extremely frustrating and other times i don't let it bother me. but dreams can really get me down. mostly because they seem so distant, some tiny dead planet with a spark. and you have only to wonder if you're really aligned.
so on that thought, i read and liked this poem while sitting in the kitchen, waiting for the chicken to marinade.
XIX
i will cultivate within
me scrupulously the Inimitable which
is loneliness,these unique dreams
never shall soil their raiment
with phenomena:such
being a conduct worthy of
more ponderous
wishes or
hopes less
tall than mine"(opening the windows)
"and there is a philosopy" strictly at
which instant(leaped
into the
street)this deep immediate mask and
expressing "as for myself,because i
am slender and fragile
i borrow contact from that you and from
this you sensations,imitating a few fatally
exquisite"(pulling Its shawl carefully around
it)"things i mean the
Rain is no respecter of persons
the snow doesn't give a soft white
damn Whom it touches
-e.e. cummings
so on that thought, i read and liked this poem while sitting in the kitchen, waiting for the chicken to marinade.
XIX
i will cultivate within
me scrupulously the Inimitable which
is loneliness,these unique dreams
never shall soil their raiment
with phenomena:such
being a conduct worthy of
more ponderous
wishes or
hopes less
tall than mine"(opening the windows)
"and there is a philosopy" strictly at
which instant(leaped
into the
street)this deep immediate mask and
expressing "as for myself,because i
am slender and fragile
i borrow contact from that you and from
this you sensations,imitating a few fatally
exquisite"(pulling Its shawl carefully around
it)"things i mean the
Rain is no respecter of persons
the snow doesn't give a soft white
damn Whom it touches
-e.e. cummings
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
back to basics
I wish there were ample hours to each day, to get back to the routine scales. Around the circle of fifths, or climbing-by-semi-tone-hypnotic-mahinery-fingers, whizzing by four octaves, working up the grit under keys. A great way to dust my favourite piece of furniture.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I think I can I think I can
Well, hello there.
In honour of the weather shaping up ever so slightly, we took our ice skates down to the rink for the first time....for me it had been two years. Small children falling down all around us, you could see the funny effects of city living on people's ability to skate. Unlike my man Joel who played hockey and glides around the ice like a gazelle. A very tall one at that.



I ventured around my parents' yard this winter and shot through the viewfinder of an old Kodak Duaflex I bought off eBay. I miss taking pictures.











Winter is on its way out, and many new things are stomping along the eaten up pavement. Do Right Music, my record label is throwing a Remix Contest for Shoes of Glass. More info is at http://www.valerygore.com.
Last week my very talented film savvy friends and I put together this EPK for Avalanche To Wandering Bear.
In honour of the weather shaping up ever so slightly, we took our ice skates down to the rink for the first time....for me it had been two years. Small children falling down all around us, you could see the funny effects of city living on people's ability to skate. Unlike my man Joel who played hockey and glides around the ice like a gazelle. A very tall one at that.



I ventured around my parents' yard this winter and shot through the viewfinder of an old Kodak Duaflex I bought off eBay. I miss taking pictures.











Winter is on its way out, and many new things are stomping along the eaten up pavement. Do Right Music, my record label is throwing a Remix Contest for Shoes of Glass. More info is at http://www.valerygore.com.
Last week my very talented film savvy friends and I put together this EPK for Avalanche To Wandering Bear.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
JAGA JAZZIST - A LIVING ROOM HUSH

I am listening to this album for the first time. It is kick ass. I first heard Jaga Jazzist when I picked up their newest album (2005) What We Must. I never knew they had an album before The Stix, and just discovered that they have plenty of other music. This song in particular is making me turn it up full blast on my headphones. What a groovy lil bass line!!!!!!!
Airborne - Jaga Jazzist
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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