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New Year

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New Year

Those bleak days at year’s end — they are composed of cloying, grinding hours, the crinklefoil, stale berry and fish bits. The year on its deathbed is attended by disinterested loved ones, making idle conversation until stopping mid-sentence. Mid-breath. It takes the all-encompassing, saccharine pageantry of Xmastime to shatter the Western World year after year. In the aftermath, most folks pick up what pieces they can, unaware of what was lost or what has changed. Most have no trouble pressing noses back to grindstones and carrying on...

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Trucks and The Way They Run!

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Trucks and The Way They Run!

A blue and red truck dug its way out of an underground passage. So many people had forgotten about trucks that when they threw stones at the truck they didn’t know that the stones wouldn’t even leave a dent. “What the fuck?” said the people. “What the fuck” said the truck. Then, when the moon blinked its crappy, half-seeing eye, the people were distracted. “What is this up above… Watching us… Judging and maybe even affecting our decisions?” That’s when the truck started up its monster engine. That’s when...

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Summer of Festivals

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Summer of Festivals

The summer is great. It is a summer of festivals. I want to tell you something about my summer of festivals! Every road-weary music person craves a day when he or she can throw it all down on a Summer of Festivals. There has always been a glimmer; the glimmer is some future day when one needn’t drive through the wastes to find Every Nice Night. The glimmer is a hope for a Summer of Festivals — a season of sun when one is flown from party to party, to play music and to celebrate without passing the distance between. Well that season is...

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Volcanoes

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Volcanoes

My son was given a book about volcanoes and we have been reading a bit of it each night. Now we both like volcanoes a lot. They are powerful and unpredictable. They are usually sleeping.  Mount Tambora in Indonesia is set to go any time, destroying everything. Japan’s Mount Fujiyama has a perfect conical shape with Gods that live at its top, peacefully… for now. Volcanoes make me question priorities. They are big, powerful and they seem very meaningful, but they are dead. They are part of a geological process. It seems weird that we...

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The Singular Songs Tour (Part 1)

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The Singular Songs Tour (Part 1)

Yes, I am leaving for the west in mid July. I’m excited and nervous. Though in recent weeks and months I’ve been westward for a few festivals, it’s hard to believe that two years have passed since my last scrappy, sofa-hopping, red-eye road tour that way. As you must know, for some time I have been working like a hungry tiger on my new record. When I started considering this summer’s travel nearly a year ago, I had in mind that the new vinyl would surely be in tow — that this tour would represent the illustrious launch of my...

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Eyes Pried Shut

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Eyes Pried Shut

Recently I became intimately re-acquainted with the often overlooked town of Ymir, British Columbia. My friends Shawn and Carla Stephenson organize the remarkable Tiny Lights Music Festival there and have done so for the past three years. They have asked me to perform before, but logistical weirdness has hitherto prevented me from committing. I’m glad that this one clicked because I had a Very Fine Time at what is quickly growing into one of the weirdest and greatest small festivals in the country. I flew into Penticton on the Thursday and...

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Making It Break

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Making It Break

I realized that I should probably be making a real stink about something. You see, soon I’m taking a trip east to tour the maritimes with my friends Construction and Destruction. I spent time with Colleen and Dave when I was in Whitehorse, recording that collaborative supergroup album for Headless Owl. I played a circuit-bent casio keyboard on their tune; they played chains, trash cans and singalings on mine. They are two of the most thoughtful and crafty people I have had the pleasure of merrymaking with. C&D tried things in the...

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A Week or So

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A Week or So

Hello, I have had fine week-or-so. A very fine week-or-so indeed. I spent much of Halloween night with my son, knocking door-to-door in our eerily suburban neighbourhood.  The streets were almost shoulder-to-shoulder with squirming humans — kids, grownups in tow. We are relatively new to the neighbourhood and everywhere else we have lived in town, Halloween has been deadly sparse. Now I realize why; all of the kids come to the ‘burbs — to our street, specifically. There were hundreds of clamouring ones — little and large....

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Yukon Gold

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Yukon Gold

Not long ago I came home from an astounding 10 day adventure in the Yukon. I was there musiculating with some of my favorite folks. Mathias Kom (The Burning Hell) originally suggested I make the trip and I’m glad that I did. He, you see, has a hand in Headless Owl — a newish record label based out of Whitehorse. The folks at HO and Halifax-based You’ve Changed thought it would be a good idea to invite a whole bunch of their favourite musicians up for ten days to collaborate, to record an album and to perform songs in...

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Home Town Metal Heart

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Home Town Metal Heart

Hello, Recently I went on an errand to pick up some large pieces of metal from my home town. While I travel a lot, I only pass through Caledonia once a year at most. Sometimes I feel pangs of guilt about how infrequently I visit; other times I feel strangely smug at having escaped, which is ridiculous, since I only live 15 minutes away and often fantasize about one-day buying back my childhood home. In my youth I had a reoccurring dream in which I would return as an adult to find the buildings taller, brighter and eerily unpopulated. Different...

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