This will be a very short column this week. I am facing serious technological challenges and limitations. To call the past few days frustrating is an extreme understatement! Being without my third arm (or second brain) is akin to a floundering fish gasping for water. In my case, I’m gasping for my laptop. I am lost and bereft without it, and the tiny screen of my phone doesn’t cut it. It sounds ridiculous I know, but when absolutely EVERYTHING we do is dependent on technology, when we don’t have access to it, it become a crisis of world proportions.
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Pat Blythe – Technology vexations…..and a tune or two
Posted in Canadian Music, life, Opinion, Review with tags Brian Hogue, BTBs, C0ndu1t, DBAWIS, Don’t Believe A Word I Say, Hirut Café, John Jamieson, luvthemusic, Pat Blythe, Pat Blythe A Girl With A Camera, Podbean, podcast, Sascha Tukatsch, Soundhouse Studio, The Pandemic Interviews on February 23, 2022 by segariniPat Blythe – The Blushing Brides and Smooth Jazz
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags A Girl With A Camera "The Picture Taker", Bob Segarini, Chaudiere Club, Claude Jones, DBAWIS, Desmond Leahy, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Doug Inglis, Eddie Bullen, Gene Krupa, Gina Hargitay, Goddo, James Green, Jeff Jones, Larnell Lewis, Liberty Silver, London Bluesfest, Louis Armstrong., Matthew Greenberg, Maurice Raymond, Michael Dunstan, Miss Jamaica World, ONES Show, Pat Blythe, Quincy Bullen, Quisha Wint, RCA Records, Red Rider, Rob Cooper, Rockpile, Sascha Tukatsch, Smooth Jazz Cruise, Snarky Puppy, Strawberry Records, The Blushing Brides, The Brides, The Carpet Frogs, The Ink Spots, The River Gambler, Vic Cassis on September 13, 2017 by segariniHoly summer!!! The weather is simply gorgeous. Warm and sunny….Mother Nature has apparently had a relapse or she’s feeling a bit guilty about the rather insipid summer we just…..I don’t know…..experienced? Let’s see…..what else…..day-to-day shit you don’t need to hear about but I will say this, the homemade grape jelly IS AWESOME!!!! Made from my own concord grapes, the vines are now 20 years old. Every year it’s a battle between me and the urban wildlife. Just who plucks the most grapes? The ones left behind or dropped from the vines eventually ferment, providing the neighbourhood with a little late night comical relief as the raccoons waltz about, stumbling and bumbling until they flop over in a deep slumber. The following night is unusually quiet as they nurse their hangovers.