I’ve started a “reminder” page and called it “column ideas”. Not sure what the point was since I never follow it. There’s always something else that catches my eye….or ear. Lately I’ve had the attention span of a gnat. In fact…..no, never mind. It’s been a busy seven days, just not sure what the hell I’ve accomplished short of pissing off CRA and a couple of telemarketers, oh, and changing passwords on damn near everything….one of my lesser brilliant moves. Now I can’t remember how to log into anything. So, jotting down reminders (and new passwords) on scraps of paper. High security, that’s me!
Archive for Eartha Kitt
Pat Blythe – Summertime Blues and Jazzin’ Around….
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags A Girl With A Camera "The Picture Taker", Adrian Chamberlain, Annette Shaffer, Beach Metro News, Bob Segarini, Bombay Sapphire, Canadian Music Week, CMW, David Gogo, DBAWIS, Dinner and a Show, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drew Winters, Duggan's Brewery, Eartha Kitt, Edward Finstein, Gary Topp, Horseshoe, Maple Blues Awards, No Cover Events, Norman Provencher, Olde Stone Cottage, Ottawa Citizen, Pat Blythe, Peter Kashur, Roxanne Tellier, Sam Taylor, Sorted MagAZine, Stephanie Nilles, The Alzheimer's Appreciation Orchestra and Chorus, The Garys, The Last Pogo, The Viletones, The Wine Doctor, Tranzac, Victoria Times-Colonist on April 12, 2017 by segariniRoxanne Tellier: Ghosts of Christmas’ Past
Posted in Opinion with tags Aaron Neville, Beatlemania, Beatles, Charlie Brown Christmas, Christmas, Clarence Carter, DBAWIS, Diana Krall, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Donny Hathaway, Eartha Kitt, Flash Mobs, Fred Astaire, George Michaels, Greg Lake, Hallelujah, Holiday Inn, Joni Mitchell, music, Paul McCartney, Records, Roxanne Tellier, Slade, The Grinch, Toronto, Wham, Wings, Wizzard on December 16, 2013 by segariniAh, Christmas! Here you come again, you saucy temptress. We know each other well, you and I. We’ve spent so many years together, both good and bad, happy and sad, flush with cash, or miserably penniless. I know you in all of your beauty, but I also know your dark side.
December babies, like myself, are all too aware of the deviousness of parents who tell you that your birthday is very important, but just so very near to Christmas. They’ll catch you on the flip side, they say, and presents will rain down upon you like … rain. They lie.