UPCOMING GIGS

  • Aug. 5, 2017 Private Party, Carnarvon, ON
  • Aug. 4, 2017 Music by the Gull, Minden, ON
  • Aug. 2, 2017 The Nice Bistro, Whitby ON
  • May 17, 2017 The Nice Bistro, Whitby, ON
  • April 29, 2017 Minden Cultural Centre, Minden, ON
  • 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

Monday, February 25, 2013

Looking Forward

I'm letting everyone know now about the big, crazy, fun CD release party at the end of April.  Never to early to start preparing for a good time, and to mark the calendar.  Besides getting the new tunes out there, winter will be over, hurrah hurrah, and we should be enjoying the beginnings of spring.  So here it is, and I hope you can make it there:
SATURDAY, APRIL 27, 2013
DORA KEOGH IRISH PUB
141 DANFORTH AVE. @ BROADVIEW
TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA
8:30-11:30PM
with Paul Chilco, guitar; John Deehan, sax; Ron Johnston, bass 

See you then....

Thursday, February 14, 2013

LOVE, where are you?

     Thankful to be well again, but just a little slow in returning to the fold of life. Got myself in the swimming pool – lovely; and walked – very nice; then thought about going out – RAD!  Said praise god I'm now freed from reading the bad and boring writing one is forced into when ill, after going through all available material at home. I picked up a free health food magazine while I got my herbal teas for my lungs, and it had these deadly “wholeness' articles that are excruciatingly awful. Besides the fact, first of all, that they use that word 'wholeness', which, along with 'wellness' makes me even sicker, (I thought the word 'health' was a good one for many years), they go on about spiritual journeys that are nothing more than the time-honoured tradition of just paying attention to yourself, being patient, trying to understand others, and recognizing that life is full of changes. In other words, good old common sense. They talk about the 'violet flame' and messages from ascended masters, in esoteric courses. But we don't need to purchase fake cosmic contacts to guide us. We are our own masters, or should be. We should be nurturing our internal guides, along with our bodies, to keep the big, connected picture. How 'bout we just eat right, share with friends, work hard, blame no one else, and – here's another old nugget: 'live and let live'. No hate.
   Oh, well, now I've run into a little problem in my own philosophy, because my second complaint is those _____ (leaving blank the adjective I won't use because this is a family blog, but they're idiots) – those strange beings in the American NRA – not humans, not the kind of people I'd want to have in my neighbourhood – “If anyone tries to take my gun, they can drop dead”. Ya, and you'd be the guy to see to that, wouldn't you?. Or: “you're gonna see 1776 all over again!!!”, etc. etc. They are people filled with a lot of hate, it would seem. And the problem for me, of course, is living and letting them live, although one doesn't have a real choice about that, just the hope that you never run into one of them.
   Getting back to the bad and boring reading: in the magazine I saw an article entitled “Breath Test Can Detect Colon Cancer”. Science finally catching up with what any girl has known for years when some evil-breathed dance partner spews the foul air of his rotting innards all over her. Very often bad dancers too.
    Am I going onto too many tangents? I'll come back to the important stuff. Had one gig in January before the sickness came on me. The most recent one last week got canceled because of the huge snow dump that landed on the city, and I have one coming up next week, but it's a private affair, so I can't divulge any details to you.
However, I'm still keeping the music alive, and just discovered a song I wrote in December of 2011 that got lost in the shuffle somehow, so working on that.
  All the holistic or spiritual beliefs or good living can't help us escape the reality of death, and nobody knows what really happens afterwards, but even without its being imminent, life should be a kind of 'preparatory' time, - a kind of pregnancy, during which our only job is to incubate a new life within ourself: the self that will live on, or if it doesn't live on, at least reflect during life the self that is our true one, the one we need to know, deep inside, so that it becomes familiar and we connect with it and express. It's important to do every day, but most of us don't, in the craziness of life.
I did part of my duty yesterday, and gave myself an early St. Valentine's gift; got my body and my soul taken care of by having a wonderful massage. Now I must remember to pass on the glorious feeling, along with that of getting the red enveloped card in the mailbox this morning. I'll send the 'spiritual' red envelope to all the hate-filled people, in hopes of world peace.
Meanwhile, I will pass on this picture, with my best wishes for lots of love. It's in the air today, so grab it.