Carl

Carl Current mood: sore head tired body
Elliott Brood blew my mind last night
So did Jim Beam
which was reintroduced in honour of my friend Carl.
Some people live hard for so long you figure they ain't ever gonna quit. But you figure wrong.
He was a sweet sweet man. He was so used to rough side of things that he was always grateful for the little things. Your time, your friendship, a beer. When really it was me who should be thanking him for his time, his friendship, his wisdom and his music.
Thank you Carl.
I had the pleasure of picking and singing with him quite a few times around the fire and on the porch at the crew house, even a couple times on one of the stagey things. He lived, played and sang hard and with emotion.
I am not sure if I ever saw him without his guitar, 'cept for the brief period when his got wrecked in dubious circumstances.
I am not sure if I ever saw him without a beer, 'cept for in the morning when he woke up on the couch, and the store wasn't open yet, or maybe he needed to busk for some change to rectify the situation.
And I know that everytime I saw him, he had a smile for me, he always seemed so happy to se me, and I was always happy to see him.
The last time I saw him was at the crew house around the camp fire, where this picture was taken, but not by me. It was brief, but sweet, with a closing of, I'll see you next time I am in town.
Who knows, maybe I will.
I miss you Red Carl.

Waning and Rambling

Waning and rambling Current mood: Many mooded mama
I am sad....
The braemer pit stop open mic is no longer being hosted by my buddy Roger, so now I guess I need to find a new spot. bah.
I am happy...
I walked a whole bunch this weekend for the "weekend to end breast cancer" very positive enlightening experience (groovy groovy vibes Y'all). I saw parts of the city I had never seen before, parts of Langside with tiles of religious figures adorning the front wall, streets with no streets only front yards reaching a sidewalk which then leads to another front yard. pavement, cobblestone, gravel. Definitely a mind over matter sort of experience rounded off with...
A fantastic show by Andrew Neville and the Poor Choices and The Deep Dark Woods at a place which seems to lead me to the heavy drinking. With bound feet and a slow determined swagger I watched the bands, the people, and then the sun rise with the happy folks of Times. Blathering in my verbiose state about how on Sunday I will make it to the jam and play, but when Sunday rolls around I am lying in bed trying to control the evil demons with the jackhammer living there, surfing the waves of nausea, in no way making it out the door. where is that mind over matter when you REALLY need it?
I am philisophical????
to completely mis-quote some guy named Ghandi, apparently the way to find oneself is in the service of others. I don't think that I had ever really lost myself, I was there all along being drowned out by the busy. (self-inflicted of course) Even with the occasional bout of the lonelies, (did I mention the long walk was on my onesys? ) I have found myself to be surrounded by some really good hearted peoples. I just need to remember to keep an open heart, which is scary with the world full of evil heart breakers lurking behind bar stools and light posts and smiling faces. I guess it's better to have a beat up inner wild flower that everyone can enjoy, then a perfect one no one can.
I am so outta here....
So sometimes my work takes me outside to the banana belt of Manitoba, other times it keeps me trapped in a cubicle with conditioned air. While my buddies are tearing down the kids fest, in the beautiful out of doors. I am departing this land of flourescent, river bound, for a cold one. Gotta love the cold ones, with the good guys.
(I finally have taken Kent McAlisters Cd out of my car, and can listen to it here in the world of temporary walls, perhaps a revolution will be inspired to tear down the walls, or maybe build a whiskey still)
Currently listening : Memory Replacer By Kent Mcalister & His Band Release date: 05 May, 2005

So I think I might be crazy

So I think i might be crazy Current mood: ack
So
I am back from two weeks of exciting Manitoba travel. From Killarney, Morden (love them perogies), Bruxelles, Boissevain, Melita (two nights of horseshoes & BBQ), Napinka, Pipestone, Souris, Wawanesa, and a little of the Big City of Brandon, thrown in for good measure.
Brandons summer fair is kicking off, and I was lucky enough to experience the explosive fireworks from the room below. holy bang bang!
I got a touch of the sun, a bit of the road crazys and an insatiable ocd habit of tick checking. Those little fellas (and ladies) LOVE me. all this tick checking has made me much more aware of my body, which is a plus, checking oneself out thoroughly is a must, at least three times a day to truly appreciate ones awesomeness. Lets just hope that weird mark isn't lymes disease....
But now I am here, in Winnipeg, about to brave the wilds of the city streets. For the past three months or so I have managed to raise $2000 for breast cancer research and tomorrow I kick off for the 60 km over two day thingy ma-bob I seem to have gotten myself into. yikes. I am sure I will have words when I am done, hopefully inspiring ones.... maybe just really tired and sore ones. I am bailing from the overnight camping experience due to important back concerns, like a good nights sleep, to also check out a KA show at the times. The DeepDark Woods and the Poor Choices, doing her right. Here's to burning the candle at both ends, and not pissing off kind Johnny Scoles.
on another tangent
when in souris, if you hit the chocolate shop for some yummy gyro or maybe the baked spagetti, check out the back alley shanty town.
It has doorways reminiscent of windows wallpapers.....
or maybe i just like doorways.
Currently listening : Nina: The Essential Nina Simone By Nina Simone Release date: 23 May, 2000