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Happy Birthday, Lynn
29/12/09 08:12
I have a pretty great family. While we're not huggers
of the highest order and we don't get all touchy
feely every time we talk, I think we all know we can
count on each other when it really matters. I'm the
youngest of my mother's five children and, as I
approach my 45th birthday, I can look back on a life
in which every one of my four older siblings has, at
one time or another, done something extraordinary to
help me out.
Oddly, it often revolves around motor vehicles. For example, three of my four siblings have lent me a car for extended periods of time (months, years even) at one point or another in my lifetime. Just as law school came to an end, Janice gave me her old Toyota Celica. Just handed me the keys and said, "Here you go."
Then, when I was just starting up my law
practice and the Celica had given up the ghost, Klaas
basically parked his second car, a Volvo sedan, in
the driveway of our law firm and left the keys with
me. He or his wife would "borrow" it from time to
time but, for the most part, it was at my beck and
call. And this went on for months on end.
And Michael, well, he's lent me both his Chevy Nova and, later, his Honda Civic for extended periods of time while he travelled (or was posted) overseas.
Many of us have lent money back and forth, offered each other short- and long-term places to stay and provided friendship and support in the tough times. Amazing.
As many of you know, this past year has been the toughest of times for me and my family. After a very long battle with lupus, our beloved mother passed away in April. It was a time when many families can get pulled apart. But we managed to tough it through. And stand by each other. And honour our Mom.
At the centre of all that was my sister Lynn. Just 15 months older than me, Lynn has been a rock for all of us for many years. And, in the toughest of times, she continued to be a wonderful support even as she dealt with her own loss.
I am grateful to Lynn for many things in my
life (IKEA cots in bachelor apartments, pizza and the
Y&R, 30 boxes of Shreddies with Star Trek toys in
them, introducing me to U2, Go Gos parodies on
cassette tape, the dip at the back of my head,
posters, photos, giving me my first introduction to
the internet, Spencer licking milk out of my cereal
bowl, taking Desi when no one else would, Oregon, the
Big Slice, visits to New Brunswick, Tetris in the
bathroom, driving lessons on the 427 at 100 miles an
hour and much more) but this past year has been
especially important.
I don't need to write the details of it here. I will content myself, instead, with wishing Lynn a heartfelt and grateful Happy Birthday today. Happy Birthday, Lynn. I hope you have a wonderful day.
Oddly, it often revolves around motor vehicles. For example, three of my four siblings have lent me a car for extended periods of time (months, years even) at one point or another in my lifetime. Just as law school came to an end, Janice gave me her old Toyota Celica. Just handed me the keys and said, "Here you go."
And Michael, well, he's lent me both his Chevy Nova and, later, his Honda Civic for extended periods of time while he travelled (or was posted) overseas.
Many of us have lent money back and forth, offered each other short- and long-term places to stay and provided friendship and support in the tough times. Amazing.
As many of you know, this past year has been the toughest of times for me and my family. After a very long battle with lupus, our beloved mother passed away in April. It was a time when many families can get pulled apart. But we managed to tough it through. And stand by each other. And honour our Mom.
At the centre of all that was my sister Lynn. Just 15 months older than me, Lynn has been a rock for all of us for many years. And, in the toughest of times, she continued to be a wonderful support even as she dealt with her own loss.
I don't need to write the details of it here. I will content myself, instead, with wishing Lynn a heartfelt and grateful Happy Birthday today. Happy Birthday, Lynn. I hope you have a wonderful day.
Great Canadian Voices
19/11/09 19:31
One of the fantastic things about living in a city
like Fredericton (which is quite small yet the
provincial capital) is that you get a nice
combination of high quality attractions with
small-town convenience. We got a taste of this
Saturday night when we went to see the play
Marion Bridge at the local University's
theatre.
We got a full serving this past Wednesday night when, at the last minute, we picked up tickets to see Canadian songstress Chantal Kreviazuk at the city's 800-seat gem, The Playhouse. Now, Kreviazuk has been a big fave of mine since I saw the video for "Wayne", her first big single, and then bought that first album, under these rocks and stones, in 1996. This was my first chance to see her live and Patti and I were delighted at our good fortune to find two seats still available in row E, at the right-centre aisle.
The drive from our house to the Playhouse is maybe two minutes and, with only 800 seats and lots of street parking around the venue, we had no problems finding a spot. Talk about a great way to spend an evening out.
Perhaps surprisingly, though we went specifically to see Kreviazuk and thoroughly enjoyed her two-hour plus set, it's the music of her opening act, Meaghan Smith from London, Ontario, that we walked away with in our heads. Of course, we also picked up a copy of Smith's exceptional debut CD so that's helped with our ability to recall her tunes.
Smith is a revelation. She and her husband, to whom she refers as simply "my band" or "Mingo" (his last name), walk on stage and, after a quick hello, launch into it a 30-minute set of her own original songs, an interesting mix of '40s-style swing, old-time country and Feist-esque pop. Interspersed among the songs, Smith tells brief, funny stories about the background to each tune while Mingo shuffles various instruments in and out of her reach.
She's a talented song writer but what marks Smith as special is her voice. Wow. We could have listened to her rich, velvety voice all night: in fact, we practically listened to it all day today by playing and replaying the CD. We're fans of Canadian female performers like Feist, Melissa Stylianou and Holly Cole and I'd put Meaghan Smith along side any of them in their early careers.
After a much too long intermission (probably extended to allow the appreciative crowd time to swarm Smith's table and buy up her CDs, t-shirts and paintings), Kreviazuk then hit the stage. Accompanied by three musicians (one a percussionist, the second primarily on the violin along with guitar and piano and the third on the cello and guitar), the now-veteran (and it makes me feel old to write that) vocalist proved up to the standard Smith had set in the opening set and then some.
I have to admit, I'm not big on Kreviazuk's often long and self-indulgent monologues between songs and her tendency toward crudeness, but I have no argument with her voice, her piano playing or her songs. She's a special talent.
The show really hit its stride when drummer took a break, allowing Kreviazuk and her piano to stand out on their own. Kreviazuk is a passionate singer and her voice is what we came to hear. Her renditions of "Surrounded" (a personal favourite of mine from that first album), "Jet Plane" and the title song of her latest album (Plain Jane) were particularly fantastic.
As much as I struggled with the monologues, they did produce some interesting moments. When Kreviazuk brought a cell phone on-stage to telephone her three young sons in British Columbia as part of her introduction to one song, the audience practically curled up in her lap to enjoy the moment. Later, as Kreviazuk launched into the wonderful new song "Plain Jane", someone in the audience rattled some kind of pill or candy container. The sudden noise in the quiet room startled the performer, so much so that she stopped playing. She was clearly thrown off and seemed to have trouble getting past it, quizzing the audience about the incident. Though an awkward moment, it also showed to all of us just how invested Kreviazuk is in her live performances, how much of her soul she pours into the show.
It was also a nice touch that Kreviazuk made sure the other musicians got the chance to show off as well. Not only did she invite Smith on stage to perform background vocals for "God Made Me", she also allowed each of her accompanying musicians an opportunity either to feature prominently in one of her tunes (the drummer) or to perform one of their own. The violinist did a nice little folk number while the cello player wowed the crowd with an exceptional version of Joni Mitchell's "I Wish I had a River" (or whatever it's called).
The current tour continues in Ontario and the prairies into December, then does some makeup dates in Southwestern Ontario in February as well. If you can, catch the show, as much for the new talents you'll discover as for Chantal Kreviazuk, a true Canadian gem.
We got a full serving this past Wednesday night when, at the last minute, we picked up tickets to see Canadian songstress Chantal Kreviazuk at the city's 800-seat gem, The Playhouse. Now, Kreviazuk has been a big fave of mine since I saw the video for "Wayne", her first big single, and then bought that first album, under these rocks and stones, in 1996. This was my first chance to see her live and Patti and I were delighted at our good fortune to find two seats still available in row E, at the right-centre aisle.
The drive from our house to the Playhouse is maybe two minutes and, with only 800 seats and lots of street parking around the venue, we had no problems finding a spot. Talk about a great way to spend an evening out.
Perhaps surprisingly, though we went specifically to see Kreviazuk and thoroughly enjoyed her two-hour plus set, it's the music of her opening act, Meaghan Smith from London, Ontario, that we walked away with in our heads. Of course, we also picked up a copy of Smith's exceptional debut CD so that's helped with our ability to recall her tunes.
Smith is a revelation. She and her husband, to whom she refers as simply "my band" or "Mingo" (his last name), walk on stage and, after a quick hello, launch into it a 30-minute set of her own original songs, an interesting mix of '40s-style swing, old-time country and Feist-esque pop. Interspersed among the songs, Smith tells brief, funny stories about the background to each tune while Mingo shuffles various instruments in and out of her reach.
She's a talented song writer but what marks Smith as special is her voice. Wow. We could have listened to her rich, velvety voice all night: in fact, we practically listened to it all day today by playing and replaying the CD. We're fans of Canadian female performers like Feist, Melissa Stylianou and Holly Cole and I'd put Meaghan Smith along side any of them in their early careers.
After a much too long intermission (probably extended to allow the appreciative crowd time to swarm Smith's table and buy up her CDs, t-shirts and paintings), Kreviazuk then hit the stage. Accompanied by three musicians (one a percussionist, the second primarily on the violin along with guitar and piano and the third on the cello and guitar), the now-veteran (and it makes me feel old to write that) vocalist proved up to the standard Smith had set in the opening set and then some.
I have to admit, I'm not big on Kreviazuk's often long and self-indulgent monologues between songs and her tendency toward crudeness, but I have no argument with her voice, her piano playing or her songs. She's a special talent.
The show really hit its stride when drummer took a break, allowing Kreviazuk and her piano to stand out on their own. Kreviazuk is a passionate singer and her voice is what we came to hear. Her renditions of "Surrounded" (a personal favourite of mine from that first album), "Jet Plane" and the title song of her latest album (Plain Jane) were particularly fantastic.
As much as I struggled with the monologues, they did produce some interesting moments. When Kreviazuk brought a cell phone on-stage to telephone her three young sons in British Columbia as part of her introduction to one song, the audience practically curled up in her lap to enjoy the moment. Later, as Kreviazuk launched into the wonderful new song "Plain Jane", someone in the audience rattled some kind of pill or candy container. The sudden noise in the quiet room startled the performer, so much so that she stopped playing. She was clearly thrown off and seemed to have trouble getting past it, quizzing the audience about the incident. Though an awkward moment, it also showed to all of us just how invested Kreviazuk is in her live performances, how much of her soul she pours into the show.
It was also a nice touch that Kreviazuk made sure the other musicians got the chance to show off as well. Not only did she invite Smith on stage to perform background vocals for "God Made Me", she also allowed each of her accompanying musicians an opportunity either to feature prominently in one of her tunes (the drummer) or to perform one of their own. The violinist did a nice little folk number while the cello player wowed the crowd with an exceptional version of Joni Mitchell's "I Wish I had a River" (or whatever it's called).
The current tour continues in Ontario and the prairies into December, then does some makeup dates in Southwestern Ontario in February as well. If you can, catch the show, as much for the new talents you'll discover as for Chantal Kreviazuk, a true Canadian gem.
