I’m sitting here weeping, having watched this. The horror of this day comes back to me. The fucking brutality that we inflict on one another in our lust for money and power. 9/11 was not part of a holy war. It’s about as far away from Divinity as you can get. This clip is a story of Divinity in real time. An inspiring tale of the human heart. People coming together in the face of the unknown and lifting each other, to safety and greater heights. Bless the brave and selfless, then and now. Stay brave, keep kicking at the darkness. We can live with Light and Love…
Rehearsal was a gas today. I pulled out some old covers that I haven’t sung in a few years. Good vibes. Hope to see you out on Saturday night!
Back to work in the studio today. Busting moves on vox for the record. Nice to revisit the mixes after a break to work on the live biz. Sounding sweet.
A bit of surreal Toronto Twilight Zone-esque at the gig yesterday:
I’m launching into the intro of The Ragged Ones, which is the first tune of the set. Zanta appears by the barriers right in front of the stage. He’s got his Santa hat on, which looks like it hasn’t been washed since his early days of subway shenanigans. He’s got two handwritten signs proclaiming his legendary status and twitter handle. I call him out and ask if he’s going to bust out some push ups to accompany the song. He obliges. For those of you who know the story, you know that he’s not in the same shape he was. At the end of the song, he’s grunting and groaning. Sounds painful. His back is bowed. His form has waned. I thank him for providing back up vocals for the tune. We launch into the second number, he doesn’t leave. Starts waving his signs to and fro once again. I think I’m going to have to perform an onstage intervention, as it seems clear that he’s decided to rep himself by piggybacking on my gig. My aunt Meredith beats me to it. She asks him to kindly move aside. He does so. At this time he realizes that he’s not getting any love and that folks were actually interested in the act on stage and not his vain attempt to reclaim his former glory and six pack. He found here no captive audience. He moves on, disappearing into the teeming throng from whence he came…
The gig today was SWEET! So much Love, Community and support. Props to my crew. Great to connect with some peeps who were strangers at the beginning and fans at the end. I feel blessed to have been in my element today. Loved playing the big stage. Thanks to my lovely, Adrienne, for her amazing support leading up to the gig. And, as if that weren’t enough, she snapped this amazing pic. Thanks also to the sound/stage crew, Jennifer Jones, Saverio at Si Espresso and of course, my brother from another mother Marty Stelnick who blew some mean harmonica today. Here’s to music bringing us together. Have a great weekend.
Dress rehearsal for tomorrow’s Taste of the Danforth show was solid. A quick run through and a tweak or two. Good to go. See you tomorrow at noon!
Looking forward to tomorrow’s rehearsal with Marty Stelnick. We had our first run through of the Taste Of The Danforth set on Monday and I must say, it was tres bien. Been four years since we got in a room together to make music and it was like we were picking up where we had left off, only BETTER, as we’ve both gone deeper into our respective crafts. And, Marty got to meet Ava for the first time, which is the sweetest deal around.