THE FRUITS OF OUR LABOUR SKABOUR!

"Paaarsley Saaaage Rosemary and Thyyyyyyyme!!!"
he he he

Our garden is planted! Two days of labour in the sun, listening to a steady dose of motown classics. It was so exciting. My sister and mom would have doubted my green thumb abilities but I may just have enough vegetables for a vegan feast by the end of the summer. Of course we'll also have a mean sausage or two along with our vegan feast.

The garden includes:

• cauliflower
• broccoli
  
• beans
• strawberries
• red, green yellow bell peppers
• jalapeno peppers
• squash
• cucumbers
• one stock of corn
• zucchini
  
• oregano
• basil lots of it
• cilantro
• three kinds of tomatoes, including some called 'Early Girl'. weird.
• brussel sprouts
• three kinds of lettuce! a lettuce fiasco!
• sage
• rapini
  

In other news, recording is NOW completed!!!! weooooo! We finished off with the magic of Devon and my hand claps, and Devon's tambourinal motivation! And some mellophone! And some geee-tar! Yes, that's right! ONE of Val Gore's songs has guitar on it. Hallelujah.

shoes of glass and other materials.

this guy is amazing

Mr. Carl Krull. Pretty awesome. If you have a few minutes, he'll blow your mind. Click on the image:

fresh cut grass

fresh cut grass
fresh cut grass
today I smelled what?
fresh cut grass

the tractor wilts off
the side of the road
his service is sold

I walk by and
feel refreshed
a deep inhale

fresh cut grass!

weeeeeeeeeee!

So I played Dundas Square today, which was pretty fun, except for when I said "Sing it, Kate Moss" (referring to one of the jumbo-trons advertising Rimmel eyewear) during an instrumental part, distracting myself with the uncool joke, and unfortunately messing up the chord changes a little. Nice people running the shows there, in DS.

It was slightly chilly but overall, nice to be outdoors. In fact, this summer I'm going to do a lot of practicing sideline to the garden I will be growing. I'm going to take my headphones and practice some killer riffs while watching the birds and crazy people.


































Speaking of crazy people, there was a crazy animal attacking some poor, innocent and whimpering animal outside my house while I was trying to sleep last night. The one animal sounded like a werewolf or some sort of blood sucking monster, and was being all snarly to the saddened cry of the other. Eventually the whimpering died down, but not before I tried scaring the monster away by yelling one quick word out the window. I know, lame, but this thing sounded so insane, that I was scared to take a step out of the house to try to break up the late night street brawl in the lurking shadows.

















The saxophones and clarinets have now been recorded for the album. Trent Reschny came in and did a fantastic job of playing ALLLLL the parts set out for sax and clarinet. Now there's talent! I was excited when he agreed to play for our show on August 28th at the Rivoli. Should be awesome having him and Ben Bowen on trumpet, along with the usual gents.

a shoulder made of metal.

I had a really weird thing happen last night. I dreamt about being in a public washroom. As a crazy man walked down the hallway outside the door, growling and making crazy person noises, I realize the door didn't quite lock. Just as I'm pulling up my pants, I premeditatedly plant my shoulder hard against the swiftly opening door. The door flies full force into my metal shoulder! A man is punching and scratching at my back, wailing. I wake up. 1 am. I never usually dream at that hour.

Three seconds of reality and I hear this man screaming at the top of his lungs, cursing at all the sleeping people of the world around him! He is MAD!! He gets closer and closer to the house (I've heard him pass our house before, in the same manor). He kicks something made of metal. I wonder if it's my car, as if he knows I was dreaming about him. He stops. I go back to sleep.

you know it's summer when.....

Linda and I
five feet plus change and a few short of six
collect sun on a Sunday for the
sake of our wintered souls

but reverse the order of our path
take me back to the kitchen
three hours have passed
since I
plugged in the kettle

burn down the world for
a bowl full of jello

an aging reflex
a stop off to stupidity
there is no vapour left
only metal and energy
and a tick tick tick like the
inside of pipes
as though the hollow shell will
crumble when lifted

just take me back to the kitchen
three hours expired
so I can save all the memories
tucked into drawers

there are things that you
can and cannot control
fate played a hand with my
uncontrollable haste
to the door

there was whistling
that leaked from the open
windows
as though
the roof was about to
pop off the walls
someone could have thought
I was dead on the floor
or dreaming in the shower
for over an hour

while really I was foot to concrete
turning my blind eyes to the sky

After The Rain

green green green.
weightless as you seem
you are heavy with
new season
and new beginnings.