times flies

not a very inspirational title, but i'm rushing at the moment, and the library is going to close.

just a few precious moments.

well, nothing new. Ha ha.

Zootcase will be playing in minden, ontario this saturday night, the fourth production, and we're expecting a huge and wild audience of true north strong and free peoples who like to have fun, and enjoy good music, not to mention stories.

so see you there, if you can make it - the legion at 8pm

hey! there's beer too.

it's a happy day

that's a line from one of the songs in my show 'zootcase', which had its opening night on saturday past.
lots of nerves leading up to it, and thankfully, they all fired in the way we wanted them to.
show was fun, and successful. great audience in bancroft, ontario, and people that really appreciated the music and the story.

so today it's happy....and getting ready for the second one in bala, coming up wednesday.

got those nerves on standby....

help me, help me!

i'm crying a little wolfette, there - there's nothing really wrong, but i'm just a little overwhelmed with all the stuff to do to do tout doucement, as blossom dearie once sang...
zootcase is going to be opening soon; that's scary and exciting - lots of things going on to get it ready.
a gig at gate 403 on july 31, 9pm roncesvalles ave. in toronto, if you're around.
also will be celebrating my birthday - well, i'll probably just mention it a few times, so everyone can wish me wishes.
had fun last night at george's birthday bash in haliburton, ontario. good band, and i sang a little twelve bar.
too late to talk more. i've just recorded two more of the blues show that i host on canoe fm. check it out on their website (.com)

alors, a la prochaine

New Moan - yeah

Well, didja think i was dead?
I sorta did – i was hit with a surprise (body) terrorist attack – I, who very rarely gets sick – laid low by PNEUMONIA – ya, that's right; unable to breathe or walk or work, or practically anything. I must say, it's a very good reminder of how lucky we are when we are healthy, and how great it is to not have to be dependent on others for the simplest things. My simplest things were taken care of most kindly by those close to me, and i thank them profusely for that. You find out who your friends are, n'est-ce pas?

So, in contrast with the above title, and in keeping with the profound insights and promises that i made while lying in the back garden, letting the warmth of the sun penetrate deep into my body, past all the blankets, (not to mention the anti-biotics), and while i did nothing but watch clouds drift by and listen to the sounds of the birds, trains, and occasional emergency vehicle, i hereby state my intentions to move on, folks, to a new place – one which has no room at all for negativity (in thoughts or in other people), one which is dedicated only to finding that space where everything is possible, and finding the person that deep inside myself i was truly meant to be – full on, no stops, righty-ho, top notch, and all that - if i only had some courage. Since I am a leo, I am more like the lion than the tin man. I'm going to call this land, NEW MOHNEEYA, and attempt to go there often.

So wish me well, all ye who would search too for the real potential of which we are capable.

And try to avoid all the crap that's out there, polluting the air, the water, the radio and tv waves, and your mind. What was that frank zappa said? The ugliest part?

Before i forget: gig on saturday, june 26, at the black swan, toronto. 9pm. I hope my lungs work for all those tunes....

almost asleep

can't say where i am; i'm supposed to be working, but the group that was scheduled to be here, isn't. it's not my fault.

in the meantime, however, my head is being hypnotized by the dull white noise of whatever systems are in the building, and my eyelids are dangerously close to closing.

how's this for gripping content?

haven't even got any new or exciting dreams to report.

oh hey! yes, i do. not dreams, but actual, real life coming up soon. singing on sunday at gate 403. if you know toronto, you can find it. start time 9pm; no cover;

gotta go.

apologia

isn't that a kind of horse? no, that's horse you know that. well, it's a mountain range in the north eastern US, right?
sorry, wrong again. some people don't like to say 'i'm sorry'; something about love, and never needing to....
not my kind of love.
myself i'm just sorry all the time; at the moment, it's because i haven't been able to get myself to update anything, what with the weather being so lovely, and the back garden calling. something about those little bits of colour after the cold of winter, that just makes me want to say screw everything else.
i'm sorry about putting up the barriers too, under the bottom of the fence in the backyard. i know all the cat and dog lovers will be offended, and i'm sorry, really i am, and it's not that i don't like those little pets, but the smell of cat piss is the worst smell in the world, and i really resent piles of steaming dog turds on my lawn.
so again, - sorry.
well you're probably thinking that's not so bad, not so much to be sorry about. but i've got more: i'm a sorry excuse for a performer when i'm not appearing six times a week, and travelling the globe with my musical creations. i'm waiting for the right moment, i think. or a very wealthy and generous benefactor.
and in my defence, i wouldn't have got very far in the past little while, with that big cloud of volcanic ash putting all air travel on hold....
which reminds me, i'm sorry to interrupt, but i was singing one of my tunes today, called 'mamarocks', and thinking that it could be applied very well to mama the earth, as well as your typical human mama, which was the original intent.
but mama the earth is perhaps getting a little pissed off with the way her 'children' have been treating her, which means abusing her really. so she is 'rocking' us with earthquakes and volcanoes and such. maybe we gotta get it together faster.
and now i'm sorry, but they're turning off the lights here, so i gotta go.

write and wrong

they seem so well related when you see them like that; much more so than their "real" relatives, who are, like most relatives and their annoying ways, opposed. right and wrong, i mean; they don't appear nearly as well matched as the two wr words.

so obviously, i haven't a lot to say today; it's the day following a weekend (yes, i know it's tuesday, but some people didn't work till today), and the weather was sublime, and i had a lot of lovely moments with a friend, and some very good dinners, and a movie i enjoyed, and gosh, don't i just sound like a contented cow.

the trouble with having the occasional happy period is that one becomes somewhat restless afterwards. no, i retract that, because in fact all i really wanted to do all day was rest - and become more restful. to wit, i did not want to work, and was very hard pressed to get myself at the computer or the piano or the recordings for my shows, or ANYTHING. hard pressed by my conscience, but to no avail.

foolish squandering, some might say, and i might agree too, but you know, some days are just like that. i have to assume that something is working its way up to the surface of my mind, and i will have a mighty (i might) insight.

so i won't worry, but i will stop now, since this place is closing down, and i must away.