UPCOMING GIGS

  • Sept.30,2017 All That Jazz & More, at the Minden Legion
  • 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

Friday, October 31, 2014

THE OLD MILL, TORONTO, OCT 30, 2014

It was a lot of fun.
Great audience, great musicians, and great tunes.  Also great staff at the Old Mill's Home Smith Bar, too.  Cheerful and quick.
So another good night of la la la - I do like to sing, escpecially when accomanied by such talented musicians.
The only bad part was a lack of photos with my own camera.  (And I also forgot it altogether at the previous gig.  Guess I need an official photographer.  As well as secretary, press agent, manager, etc. etc. etc.)
But we get along without that very well. 
Of course we do.
Except on radio jazz shows
Why that is so, well no one knows
But it seems that airplay is a crazy dream
Of course it is.
But we get along without that very well.

For those unfamiliar with standard jazz tunes, the song "I Get Along Without You Very Well", is a most gorgeous one, and it's the one I'm making my own lyrics to there, just above.

Only two pics; maybe more later from audience members

moi, Ron Johnston, bass; John Deehan, sax; Peter Hill, piano
the second costume

Sister Marianne and behind that mask, yours truly

Don't seem to have a copy of the first outfit....


Monday, October 27, 2014

AND ON THURSDAY...


The 2014 Year ‘Round Jazz Festival Continues at

THE HOME SMITH BAR – THE OLD MILL TORONTO

21 Old Mill Road, Toronto - www.oldmilltoronto.com

THURSDAYS, FRIDAYS, SATURDAYS 7:30 to 10:30 p.m.

 

No Reservations  -  No Cover  -  Full Menu  -  Free Parking  -  Steps to the Subway

 

Every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday right through the Fall and Winter,

the Home Smith Bar at the Old Mill Toronto showcases some of

the most important instrumentalists and leading vocalists on today’s jazz landscape

performing for your pleasure amid the cozy charm of one of Toronto’s best-loved lounges.

__________________________________________________________________________

 

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 30

Award-winning vocalist ZOE CHILCO is a Canadian singer and songwriter performing and recording jazz and blues, standards, and originals. Currently working on her ninth CD, her voice has been described as “velvety and romantic…but at the same time, full of power”.  Chilco wrote and continues to perform a loving and intimate tribute to the great Zoot Sims featuring songs she wrote in homage to him, and a firsthand narrative of the time they spent together.   Her song ‘Havelock Street’ is a finalist at www.songwritingcontest.co.uk/2002.html.

Award-Winning Vocalist  ZOE CHILCO Headlines
with JOHN DEEHAN (saxophone), PETER HILL (piano), RON JOHNSTON (bass)

 

Saturday, October 25, 2014

TONIGHT! TONIGHT! and other stuff

Tonight we're playing at Gate 403, on Roncesvalles Avenue, Toronto  9pm and on....

It would be so great to see y'all. C'mon out.

And for your current amusement, some photos:

Ian Pay, bassman, and myself at the illustrious Dominion Hotel in Minden, winners of the CD and Baby Duck

a few years back - so young and innocent I was



the sullen and cynical later view of life

and in 2012, I'm back to my child-like hope

2013, hey, I look the same as the little kid, don't I?


video
 Keep on truckin', and don't forget to walk by the water to stay real

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

SINGING THE BLUES AWAY

Yes, Ma'am.  I believe in music. I believe in its holy power, bandman!! In its messages to the world to shape up - by dancing, perhaps, or by listening to some good alternative to the corporate-controlled media and corrupt politicians and CEOs, or by simply relaxing your mind and floating downstream - always good for the soul.
Last weekend we got the band together and preached our best chords and melodies to the believers and dancers in Minden, Ontario.  Good times.  Minden Times (an inside joke).
Here are some pics:

John Deehan lying down on the job (I fixed it once, but it's reverted)

Ian Pay, likeways, sideways

Paul Chlco, following suit

Paul Greco, fuzzy from uprighting himself

Myself and Paul insisting on performing as if in a space capsule

Back on our feet

Well, wasn't that a crazy trip?

Imagine! All of us playing that way.  We're good.

But getting serious...

Earth is easy when you get used to it

Cookin' and Standin'.  Alright.

Maintaining ground control by linking arms -  Ian Pay, Paul Greco, Zoe Chilco, John Deehan, Paul Chilco.

Thanks to the great audience for enjoying the night with us.







 

Friday, October 3, 2014

COMMUNITY


            I don't have a computer at home, so I have to go to a neighbourhood community centre to get online.  It's a great service to have available, and the staff are very friendly. I go there often.

            I dropped in Monday morning after being out of town on the weekend, and saw a notice on the front door, with a photo of a smiling young man, and words to the effect of “in honour of....”   I went to the front desk to ask what it was about and was horrified to learn that the beautiful smiling man had been murdered on Saturday – shot on a downtown street of Toronto.  A co-worker told me there would be a memorial gathering there on Wednesday evening.

            I went to the centre that night, feeling a little strange and out of place.  I hadn't known the young man, called Nahom (pronounced na-home); I worried that I would seem like some kind of maudlin eavesdropper when I saw the chairs all set out in a circle; a staff member said it was meant to be an opportunity for people to express their feelings about the sad event. I thought of just slipping out before anything got underway. 

            But I stayed there, looking at photos, reading the cards that many people had filled out with comments about 'what I liked about Nahom'.  He was very well-liked, and respected; was involved in many programs; made friends with everyone, but the most common phrase was “His smile!, which apparently was magic, and lit up the world for many. 

             I waited a bit longer to add my name to a book set out in the hall, but the line-up was slow, and eventually the meeting got started.  Sitting on some stairs at the back, I was outside the circle, but was encouraged to move within the group, so I did.

            I had read the notice quoting the newspaper article, about how devoted Nahom was to the work he did, what an effective community worker he was, all the studies he had undertaken to do what he did, all the accolades.  But nothing came close to the raw emotion  that I witnessed over the next hour.  Person after person got up and spoke, with broken English and very broken hearts, telling of all the work he had done with them, the interest he had taken, the efforts he had made to make them comfortable, and the knowledge he shared to help them find their way as newcomers.  And once more....”His smile!”  I felt sorry that I hadn't met him, and at the same time felt I did know him, how bright he was, how much he gave, and how he made people laugh. One woman thanked his family through her tears for the fact that she had had time with him.  One young girl wept uncontrollably, but still managed to say, “Keep believing in him, keep loving him, keep talking to him!  And let him help you, he wants to help us now, and he will, if we listen.” There was a silence after that, a pause for everyone to recover. His sister entreated us to spread love, as he had, to let go animosity from the past. And then a young man got up and spoke of how Nahom had been like a brother to him, unlike his four 'real' brothers, who never spoke to him, or 'went out with' him.  Nahom gave him time and an ear.  He mourned the loss of this brother he loved.

            I left after the speakers were finished.  I didn't stay to hear what the official grieving team had to say.  They were sincere, and no doubt very capable, but I just felt that all their words were unnecessary, that the friends and co-workers and even people who had only met Nahom just recently, had all spoken very eloquently of his impact on them. What is there to say, really, when someone so valued and so promising and generous is simply taken out?

            As I walked along the Danforth, I was sad, and I thought, more sad than I had felt for people or relatives who had died.  I think it was that this young man had so much spirit, so much of the kind of spirit that we cry for.  And I think it was all magnified by the fact that the community who mourned him were made up of people from so many different countries and religions, all coming together with a single heartfelt sorrow and a plea for prayer. The other phrase I heard repeatedly during that sad hour was “I'll never forget you, Nahom, never!”

            You can read more in The Toronto Star, Sept.29, 2014

.  Nahom Berhane