• March 24,2017 The Old Mill Toronto, Home Smith Bar
  • Feb.26,2017 San Pancho Music Fest. Mexico
  • Nov.5, 2016 Radio Hall, CanoeFM, Haliburton, ON
  • Nov. 2, 2016 le Nice Bistro, Whitby, ON
  • Sept. 4, 2016 The Red Umbrella Inn, Minden, ON
  • July 26, 2016, Head Lake Park, Haliburton, ON
  • Jan. 29, 2016, The Home Smith Bar at the Old Mill, Toronto
  • Oct.23, 2015 Gate 403
  • Sept. 9 The Nice Bistro, Whitby, ON
  • August 22, Gate 403, Toronto
  • August 14, Music by the Gull, Minden, ON
  • July 29 Hugh's Room, Toronto
  • June 13, Gate 403,Toronto

Thursday, February 23, 2017


Some of the time, I simply am not..  but i don't consider that a problem.  Why should i be happy all the time?  Why should anyone?  It's not normal.  Life has ups and downs, don't you know, and seasons, and changes, all that.  Here's a poem I wrote the other day, in a down moment:
The metre fails. The melody, absented, goes unheard.
What should be, went somewhere, and words are
Stumbling clods of thought.
Stumbling blocks that fizzle into dirt, making mole-hills out of
Mountains, tick-tocking their way down the dark side.
Rocks that tip and settle like a bad throw of the dice;
The bet is swept; you thought it hidden, but everyone knew,
Except you.
If shapes could hold, be fast, and stop, so senses, shrivelling
In lightest air, might know an instant’s knowing....
But on and on we are carried by the dull haul of dreams,
To waken, and hear


the tickling, cold jacuzzi
And then, some happy moments ensued.  Some pictures:
at the rehearsal; garden
a rooftop sunset pic i took

me, sam peeking past drums, and carlos

steve goldberg, trumpet and me, pointer

beautiful statues in the garden; this and one below

the ocean visible past the garden

just so tickled

and now I will attempt to put up the video of us rehearsing "I Want to be Happy"  or maybe another day...it's taking too long.

Monday, February 20, 2017


There’s some nice window-rattling and rib-shaking bass pounding going on right now, thanks to the upstairs neighbour. Oh, no offence to them, it’s sort of de rigueur practice around here to blast your way across the airwaves at any time of day or night. Why just listen to music? Why not force it on everyone within a forty mile radius? And why be restricted to just one song? How much better if you can have five or six conflicting melodies, or in the case of the shit that’s currently playing, conflicting bass, dinning. I’m in another land, where the culture, as it’s been described to me, and using the term very loosely, is like this. This is an expression of something, so I’ve been told, and I must be respectful of their different take on things. Mmmmm. I’m in their country, after all.
Yes, I am. What crap. Crap is crap. And it is impossible to think, or talk above the noise. It’s also impossible to walk down the street in peace. It’s like being constantly assaulted. And I am beginning to resent it very much. I even resent the animals, the dogs lying like dead things in the middle of the streets, the garbage that is strewn around, the dust, the moronic roosters. I mean, I like nature, but birds make a lovely sound, and these creatures are simply stupid, and obnoxiously repetitive. It’s got to affect your outlook on life.
So obviously, I don’t belong. And I shouldn’t complain. Respect, after all. And my own sanity, which requires that I leave, and find something more closely resembling intelligence. Where would that be, I wonder, what with the world in the state it is. I despair of finding a place or people, and minds that I can enjoy. But having despaired, I must say that I just had a lovely glass of champagne with my neighbour and a friend of hers, and that was a relief, except that we had to scream over the attendant “music” of the surrounding area.

Is it just me? Am I somehow throwing myself into situations and contacts that will never satisfy me? Is it some old and repressed idea of myself that insists that I be unhappy, and never find the ground I want; never grow the way I should? Do I believe, under all the freedom and learning that I’ve had, that I don’t deserve better? Well, screw that. Or give me another drink.  Or find me a job.  Or get me a gig.  Or let one of my songs go viral.  Or, or....shet ma mouth

what i need to clear my mind

my despairing self

my champagne-sharing and saviour/neighbour kathy

Sunday, February 19, 2017


I’m writing a book. I wish. To just settle in, with my four hours of daily discipline, then walking and ruminating through remaining times of meals, and exercises, and visits with like minds. Crafting exquisite phrases, ferreting forgotten but sublime roots of language that bloom and thrill, as satisfying as an astounding and controlled physical feat, or a simple, nourishing meal taken from the plentiful earth.

I wish, but I cannot. The writers that have preceded me have eyes that see beyond my lenses, and words, knowledge, and experience that make me seem like a dog, romping on the beach diving into waves time and again, changing nothing. My brain can offer nothing to bequeath to hungry readers. I only marvel at what others produce, and prance in the freedom of the joyful dog.

But if I can't be a writer, at least I can sing a little bit.  I will be performing at the San Pancho Music Festival in Mexico next Sunday, Feb. 26, and then on March 24 at the Old Mill, Toronto. Here's an advance picture of meself on the SP stage, (more to follow after the event), and then some pics of the lovely apartment that I inhabit here:

Monday, January 16, 2017


And I'm not talking about the song, although I do/did sing it on the gig in San Pancho, Mexico; I'm talking about finally getting some of the footage from my famous CD release "DecaDance", back in July of 2015, up on youtube.
Just go there, put in my name, add "Live at Hugh's Room, Toronto", and you'll see five clips #'s 1-5 under that name.
Then you can watch the one from San Pancho too.  It's there too:

Saturday, January 14, 2017


Sort of too bad that school stops, isn't it?  Where we are safely categorized and informed and graded. Don't have to think at all.  At least that's what it was like when I attended school, back in the dark ages.

Well, now I'm on my own, and still stupid a lot of the time.  I received an email the other day, which was asking for stories; 'write for a better world', and because youtube was taking nine hours to upload one lousy video, I decided to write by bit.  It wasn't until I finished that I scrolled farther down on the email to see that the invitation was to kids in grades five to eight. Dang!!

Not that what I wrote was going to make a better world anyway; just me rambling on as usual.  But because I went to all that trouble, I will share it here (after letting you know that now on youtube there are six new videos - the first five uploaded with ease; - the five are live at Hugh's Room, and the 6th is in San Pancho, Mexico). Just search under my name.
  Nope, just the five are up.  the computer is going to shut down before #6 uploads.  oh well.
Here's my blather:

I was watching one of those American sit-coms the other night, which in general are silly, with their laugh tracks and obvious jokes, but this one was presenting some thoughts on the very real dilemma of the world today, in particular with the government recently elected in that most powerful country.

At the end, they ran a piece of the speech given by Martin Luther King, the famous “I have a dream” part, and as that old black and white footage reeled on, I suddenly was overcome with tears.  “Hey!” I thought, “Have I lost it?  Watching too much TV?, and not getting enough exercise?”

But I realized pretty quickly why the sadness was so overwhelming.  I had been alive when King gave that speech; I was a young adult, pregnant with a child, and pregnant too, with all the hopes that the 60’s generation had engendered. There was so much then to be hopeful about: the civil rights movement; the women’s movement; the changing freedoms in society; and of course, the music, which had us all singing our truths and idealism.

What a changed world it is now, with not only the actual climate, by our own doing, wreaking havoc everywhere, but as well, the climate in people’s heads being so frightening. Terrorism, yes, intolerance, greed of the corporate world and the rich one percent of the population, children murdering each other in schools for a mobile phone, police brutality, the endless hate and wars that are perpetrated.  It’s too much, sometimes, and I realized that in my heart I felt like it was too great a loss. What happened?

Greed and ingratitude happened; selfishness, power of a few, lack of caring. It seems as if no one wants to take time any more. Well, most working people don’t have any time, since their salaries, and those of the CEO’s are so disparate, and families go without basic needs. And those who do have some extra cash spend it on every new gadget that comes along to further reduce their time with real people; gadgets that allow the big interests to follow our every move and control us even more with the information they glean from us.

What happened to us that we no longer think for ourselves the same way; or feel connected the same way?  Maybe some people would say they are more connected via the internet. I hope they are, in good ways, keeping the things that matter most to us as the priorities. Maybe it’s just me, needing to re-involve myself as I did back then. Maybe I need to have a virtual pregnancy, to give birth to some new hope.

There are many people and groups who work tirelessly to change all the evil in the world, and I appreciate and support them when I can. I like to make music, write songs, connect with people via the melodies and emotions and thoughts. I can use my compositions to get the messages out there to people in language that goes beyond borders. I can remind people to feel what they feel.

Thank you, Martin Luther King, for living and informing and acting. Your dream lives on in many hearts.

Monday, January 9, 2017


We're well on our way now, since it's already Jan. 8, and so far, it's an OK year, but the bad things keep going on, as I guess they always will.  Thankfully, the good things last too (as I say in one of my songs).  Let's hope the good outweighs the bad.  Wishing you all a great 2017.

Here's a picture of me-by-the-tree on Christmas Day,
and then some photos of the last night of the year at Hugh's Room, in Toronto, which unfortunately, may be closing permanently.  Let us pray that it doesn't; it's such a great venue.

And by the way, I am finally starting to get some clips of my DecaDance CD release, which took place at Hugh's Room, all the way back in July, 2015.  So much footage; so little time (not to mention I don't have any editing tools, and didn't even get the footage until Dec. 2016).  Just try and stop me now.....May get a few songs up this week on youtube. 

Meanwhile, the photos:
Chris Whiteley, lots of instruments; Zoe, John D., sax

O Tannenbaum.....

Michelle, Beatrice, Zoe

Ron J., Diana Braithwaite, Zoe, John D., John Sheard, piano, Michelle

Ron Johnston, bass; Vine Maccarone, drums; Beatrice; Zoe, John Deehan, sax.

Friday, December 16, 2016


I'd like to see Gene Kelly manoevre and tap dance through the slush and snow piles we have today.  and there's more to come....
oh, he probably could do it with ease.  meanwhile, it takes me forever to go around the block.  Going around the bend, however, is easy peasy.

I've been very slow in getting footage of perfomances out there, and it's all because i have a very shitty computer, but i just sent away for a new (refurbished) one, and i'm hoping that very soon, i'll have the footage from my DecaDance CD release (last July 2015), up for your viewing pleasure.

but today we can all celebrate last January, 2016, with this:


Well, I thought that would show automatically, and it doesn't, but you can get there via the link anyway.

Stay tuned for new gigs coming up in the new year.  We are playing January 1, 2017, but it's a private party.

Here is a memory of San Pancho in Mexico, where it's sunny and warm, even as I type:

Why is this next one so big????   Click on it if it shows only half a face.
Merry Christmas.   Happy New Year.  Hasta la vista.