I almost forgot to recognize the 1st b-day of this blog (on the 24th to be exact)….The nostalgia-overdose hit me yesterday when I was on Green Room duty for the new crop of interviewees. Sheesh, too bad we couldn’t do it in the ‘real’ Green Room off Bloor, dunno if the interview clothes’d ever meet the upholstery in that establishment….
One year - who knew my post-ATX time would fly by so fast? Who knew that I’d be on the other side of that table with a sweaty water glass? Who knew that I could only put off the ‘come to Jesus’ talks with parents, potential employers, friends & end up spewing the same noncommittal b.s. over & over again…(”I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.”)Who knew that in this year the media would change with: A zillion of Humber kids on TV with comedy & acting gigs (& Dorothy getting back on the standup scene - Sunday she takes the crown @ Einstein’s!); Waub working for the Ceeb; Martine’d as an online radio maven; MySpace bought out by Fox; CIRPA losing face; copyright changes delayed; & that my attention span’d last this long?…Tho posting has certainly dwindled considerably….
Speaking of ATX-departures, Toshi’s leaving ATX has done wonders for his squash career…He kicked royal ass & won the top level tourney last weekend & North American buds everywhere are just relieved that he didn’t hurt himself (just kidding, Toshi - no more Mexican Martinis in your training regimen should ensure more wins).
And, Tucker is back & safe from his trip to Sri Lanka. The country music festival he partifipated in was a benefit for UNESCO, & ended up buying a million mosquito nets for a million children. Man, playing music & giving kids protection from life-threatening illness - makes my recycling seem pretty lame. Not that they recycle in Texas….Doubt the karma evens out…But maybe my donation to Rob&Justin’s climate change thinge will improve my enviro-socio-chakras.
For laziness & business & humility factors I have little more to add today - maybe some Beau updates from Dublin as they come in - should’ve given him my digicam, bygones, bygones, boo - So I’ll leave you with Tucker’s amazing story of a chance meeting in Sri Lanka:
“I glance up from the photographs and her eyes are shining, happy. I had brought my guitar, she offered me tea, and I sang her songs. She had an ancient, beaten up guitar, falling apart in a back room, she said she used to sing songs in the south of France. She brought it out and I helped her tune that old guitar, somehow it still worked, and I carefully handed it to her. And then this sweet woman, so shy, softly singing in nearly a whisper in falsetto and with shaking, tender hands, strummed a few chords- and told me, this is a song that warns when, in the time of ripening fruit, beware the young maidens who will take your heart. She sang a few verses in french, then trailed off, stopped, laughing, and handed me the guitar back, eyes bright with tears.
And I saw myself not so far from now, having become what I am gazing upon, to have made that passage through time, to perhaps one day hand a guitar back to some young man and tell him- I can’t remember the rest of this song, please play me another one, sing for me in the twilight.”
I miss you, T - watching you play your guitar with such intuition & heart, listening to your thoughtful lyrics & having your Lightfoot covers chase away my homesicknesses. I don’t miss trying to transcribe your interview for the Incubator programme, tho. Tour up here a.s.a.p. - we like our folkies & you like Ron Sexsmith - it’s a match made in heaven.
peace
meegs
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