Wednesday, May 30, 2012
I know I'm lucky - blessed beyond belief - I know that. When I am riding my bike along the lake road, in the gorgeous light of the very early summer (well, it's not even summer yet, but you wouldn't know that by the temperatures). At 7pm, it's still bright, but the rays are slanted along the road through all the pine trees (by July, it will still be light at 10pm, here in the north). Nothing like streaming along on the bicycle in all that loveliness, smelling the lilies of the valley, and the pines, and whatever else is blooming. ya, lucky. PARAGRAPH
Monday, May 28, 2012
the month of May, that is, and the mad rush of a gazillion gigs. well, almost. it was a busy month. as my old grade seven teacher used to say: "Wake me early, mother dear, for I'm to be queen of the May". PARAGRAPH Can anyone explain to me why the "improvements" in this blogging site have resulted in not being able to make a paragraph anymore? what is this, some dumbing down to the texting level, so that no one uses real English, or grammar, or style? is it too complicated? my solution is to just write it in, as above. (and below) PARAGRAPH Had the grand finale of gigs at the Old Mill Inn in Toronto's west end - for anyone who doesn't know the place, it's fancy shmancy, and it has a lot of lovely jazz lovers who come out to actually listen to the music and the lyrics. quelle joie! We played Friday night, and had a lot of fun. Pics are included. A shot of all of us at the Old Mill; myself looking pensive by the piano; two pics from our gig two night earlier - i tried to take out the duplication, but it wouldn't do that; the "big drip" which is happening even as i write, in my basement - the pump doing a slow leak. i had to add the cardinal in the back yard, just because.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Here's how our lady of the forget-me-nots looks in my garden. poor thing did not survive the winter very well. she's lost her arms, just like Venus, but i hung them back on her soldiering body with some twine, and there she stands, in all her blue beauty. In the afternoon sun, I decided to wander around a neighbourhood i had lived in many many years before; very gentrified now, and bursting with people and purple, as i was too.... here are the flowers on my piano from my beautiful, dutiful son. had a lovely visit with him and his family. and finally, last night got out for some more music with the jazz gang. here's me with bassist extraordinaire, Jack McFadden - saxman Jim Galloway is in the background.
It was the tiny tiny view that i had from my passive position on the bed. I lay face down, begging a back massage, - not even that, just a light stroking. I ached for some gentleness. He lay alongside me, stroking, but then gradually pressing himself against my leg. It didn't move me. My head was turned to the right, my hair fell over most of my face, my arms were bent and pulled close to me so that my fist was near my head, but i had this tiny window, from one eye, in which i could see his mouth kissing my hand.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Oh life! That last weekend in April I was up on the roof tearing off the old deck PVC, which was opaque, to replace it with clear stuff (the previous person who lived here didn't believe in light, it seems). Big boots, ladders, hammers, and drills. Then, this last Sunday, there I was, all angelic in my pearls even (!), and singing with the choir - some pictured here. But the cookies at break got me all wired, so when I came home, I had to jump onto the piano stool and photograph myself in various black dresses, trying to decide what to wear on my next gig. Quel probleme! My riotous time also pictured here. (Sit down, you're rockin' the boat!) You could help me by voting for the outfit you like, and emailing me: firstname.lastname@example.org That's if you're really bored. next gigs are: Whitby, Ontario at zee leetle frensh place, The Nice Bistro, 117 Brock St. May23 7-10pm then The Homesmith Bar, at the Old Mill, Toronto May 25 7:30-10:30pm
Friday, May 4, 2012
they can't leave well-enough alone, can they? it was all fine, and now, every time i sign in, i get a whole page of crap, and i can't find the place to click on for a new post. but i got here, pissed off as i am. what else is new? the other day i was far from pissed off; i was, in fact, very happy, just singing my heart out, and enjoying the piano of Norm Amadio, and the very appreciative audience at the Princess Margaret Hospital in Toronto. a one-hour concert at noon to relieve the tedium and strain of hospital visits and stays. we had a lovely time.