Dear Frank,
I know I’m supposed to be writing about you, but ever since I learned you’d left us for the record store in the sky, all I’ve really wanted was to talk to you one last time.
Dear Frank,
I know I’m supposed to be writing about you, but ever since I learned you’d left us for the record store in the sky, all I’ve really wanted was to talk to you one last time.
I try and start the column with the actual focus of the column, which is music. Then the squirreling happens and my brain starts to meander all over the place….and nowhere in particular. Again, researching something entirely different I came across this quote from a video I stumbled upon. The video is actually produced by Canon (which happens to be the maker of camera I use).
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The Writers – Roxanne Tellier, Pat Blythe, Frank Gutch Jr., Cam Carpenter, Jaimie Vernon, Gary Pig Gold, Doug Thompson, and past contributors, Nadia Elkharadly, Justin Smallbridge, Geoff Pevere, and the Sometimes Darrell Vickers. Not pictured are Guest Writers Ira Robbins, Bobby Singh, and Jade Dunlop, plus friends who have contributed a column or two over the years
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Everyone I know loves Bobby Singh, including me. He is a gracious man. Calm, unassuming, always quiet, in the background, camera at the ready. He stands, surveying his surroundings with an eagle eye, concentrating on trying to see the tip-off that signals him to raise his camera to his self-taught eye a nano-second before his subject inadvertently “poses” for the picture Bobby has been waiting for. He is patient, focused, and as deeply committed to his craft as his childhood hero was to his.
Thanks to the good people at AudioBlood, Bob Segarini, Pat Blythe and myself have spent the last ten days mixing and mingling with musicians, artists, and the people who love them. It’s been simultaneously exhausting and exhilarating. I won’t lie … my feet hurt, I’ve got a desk covered in CDs, business cards, and promotional bumpf of all stripes … and I’m relieved that I don’t have to do anything more strenuous than type this recap of the festivities. Although there are a few more events tonight …
Shari Ulrich, in her latest blog, talks about the future from a perspective of the past, her point being that she had not even an inkling of what was to happen while it was even happening. To live in the present is, in essence, to live in the future because time has no on and off buttons. Every second we live is another second into the future and another second away from the past. We experience it on an ongoing basis, the seconds ticking away into minutes and then hours and then days and then weeks until we are at a point we stop (though it never really stops) and look back, wiping our brows and wondering, where did it all go? And wish that we had maybe paid more attention.
It was a sad night in Toronto this past Monday. Leaf nation had to endure the biggest disappointment they’ve faced since ye old strike of 2012; the Toronto Maple Leafs lost their shot at the Stanley Cup. Losing a 4-1 lead over Boston, the humiliation was solidified into a 4-5 loss in overtime. The city was quiet, the dejection palpable in the downtown streets. But for those of us lucky enough to be at Cherry Cola’s that same night, the disappointment was distracted and then washed away by a completely different form of entertainment; The Bobcast.
This past week I realized without a shadow of a doubt that I am a fangirl. It’s not any individual or group that triggers that buried aspect of my personality; it’s just one band, and that band is Soundgarden. I’ve loved this band since I was barely a teenager. If you asked my teenaged self what I wanted more than anything in the world, I would have said a tie between two things: to see Soundgarden play the music I loved so much live and, and maybe, JUST maybe, to actually meet the band in person. And thanks to a series of planned miracles, last week I got to do not one, but both of those things.