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...

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. Then, when the moon blinked its crappy, half-seeing eye, the people were distracted. “What is this up above… Watching us… Judging and maybe...

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...

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....

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...