Saturday, December 31, 2011

Resolve....

Inspiring story this morning on CBC Radio One, on the special program entitled "Resolve". The story I listened to was with Kristin Millar, a Winnipeg woman who carries her heart around in her purse, - she's waiting for a heart transplant - why she says she's not sick, she's just accessorized.



Make it go away or make it better
Isn’t that what love is supposed to do?
Make it go away or make it better
Cause I would do either one for you

This is not the way you should see me
This is not the face I recognize
Could I lay my head down here for a moment?
Would you sing to me like I’m your child?

Cause I’m not angry I’m not crying
I’m just in over my head
You could be the angel that stayed on my shoulder
When all of the other angels left

Make it go away
Cause I am weak and
This is more than one should have to take
If you do this for me then I will promise
I’ll make it go away for you someday

There are reasons with silver linings
There are lessons but I don’t care
Cause I just need a hand that I can hold onto
When it’s darker than death out there

Oh, and I’m so cold
And so far away from my home
But tonight you’re
You’re where I belong
You’re everything right
When I’m everything wrong

So make it go away or make it better
Isn’t that what love’s supposed to do?
Just make it go away or make it better
Cause I would do either one for you

Friday, December 09, 2011

Mika with Imogen Heap....By the Time

Things to do post full time employment

It's Friday and day 3 of being out of my position with the Mayor's Office. A fantastic opportunity it was, but alas, my fearless leader had made her decision to not run for re-election. Not an easy gig - particularly in the fashion she ran her Administration - on high octane, to an impeccable standard, and to the very best of level of democracy.

As 2011 comes to a close and I begin to suss out a new post, hopefully in the political realm, I will take it easy on myself. Going forward sans Blackberry, hours in front of a small screened PC, millions of details to cope with and negotiate through on a daily basis, these are the things I am looking forward to...

Saturday, December 03, 2011

Snow Patrol's "A Hundred Million Suns"


This is a throw-back post written almost three years ago to the day. In light of the fact that Snow Patrol's new album "Fallen Empires" isn't out for Christmas - not being released until January 10th (a colossal marketing mis-step), I thought I'd remind people of this album. At the time I gave it a 7 out of 10.

Album: A Hundred Million Suns
Artist: Snow Patrol
Label: Polydor/A & M
Released: October 28, 2008
Rating: 7 out of 10
Review by: Stephanie Kiernan

Don’t expect to fall in love upon the first go around of “A Hundred Million Suns” – I’ve personally renamed Snow Patrol’s fifth album “A hundred million Starts” since that’s about how many plays it took for me to warm up to it and wipe off its monochromatic veneer.

Nevertheless, despite the repeated starts of the album in my car and on my iPod, it eventually wedged itself into my psyche. Irish-Scottish ensemble Snow Patrol resumes their clean-cut, soft-alternative sound, while lead-singer-lyricist Gary Lightbody fortifies the band’s tried and true post-Coldplay formula for a perfectly pleasant offering without any surprises.

And while surprises might be vital in satiating the iPod generation, Snow Patrol’s music is nevertheless cheerfully alternative, in addition to having the underpinning of distinguished Irish Producer, Garret “Jacknife” Lee; who’s pixie dust has illuminated other alternatives like Weezer, Kasabian, The Hives, and Bloc Party.

“A Hundred Millions Suns” stamps out 11 sashaying originals, including sixteen marathon-minute “The Lightning Strike” which swoons and flares with echoing high-tempo. Snow Patrol has mastered mellowness with extractions like track 7, “Set Down Your Glass” and track 8 “The Planets Bend Between Us” and yet plodded optimism strikes through “Engines” – a highlight of the release.

This Snow Patrol offering would make a decent Christmas stocking stuffer. Just add this review disclaimer to the wrapping.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Reaching into the heart of the darkness for the tenderness within



She was a friend to me when I needed one
Wasn't for her I don't know what I'd done
She gave me back something that was missing in me
She could of turned out to be almost anyone
Almost anyone--
With the possible exception
Of who I wanted her to be

Running into the midnight
With her clothes whipping in the wind
Reaching into the heart of the darkness
For the tenderness within
Stumblin' into the lights of the city
And then back in the shadows again
Hanging onto the laughter
That each of us hid our unhappiness in

Talk about celestial bodies
And your angels on the wing
She wasn't much good at stickin' around--but
She could sing...

In the dead of night
She could shine a light
On some places that you've never been
In that kind of light
You could lose your sight
And believe there was something to win
You could hold her tight
With all your might
But she'd slip through your arms like the wind
And be back in flight
Back into the night
Where you might never see her again

The longer I thought I could find her
The shorter my vision became
Running in circles behind her
And thinking in terms of the blame
But she couldn't have been any kinder
If she'd come back and tried to explain
She wasn't much good a saying goodbye--but
That girl was sane

Friday, September 02, 2011

The Power of Orange Knickers

The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
Under my petticoat
The power of listening to what
You don't want me to know




Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Tift Merritt, Trouble Over Me




You're not my boyfriend, I don't want a boyfriend
Just make a little trouble over me
In your kitchen, on the way to your window
Walking down your hallway
Make some trouble over me

I'll play hard to get but if I mean it
Just make a little trouble over me
Leave me alone. Do what you want to
See, I got some things on my mind

Don't treat me bad, that's not what I'm asking
Look out your window, everyone's in line
Paper truth in strings, hearts and broken things
Love goes for quite a price
I don't want you for mine. Oh, but don't we get along fine

Tell me a secret before you meant to
Worry what I'll do. Trouble over me
If you touch me, it's only by accident
Oh, wrists and fingertips. Trouble over me

In your kitchen, on the way to your window
Walking down your hallway, make some trouble over me
Button my coat up, stumble with your words some
Let me think that you might go to a little trouble over me

Just a little
Just a little trouble
Just a little trouble over

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Ryan Adams: Please DO NOT confuse him with Bryan Adams



And streets that only turn to boulevards
And houses with back yards
and it's raining like hell on the cars
And everybody knows the way I walk
And knows the way I talk
Knows the way I feel about you
It's all a bunch of shit
And there's nothing to do around here
It's totally fucked
I'm totally fucked
Wish you were here

And if I could have my way
We'd take some drugs
And we'd smile
We'd smile
We'd smile
But not tonight, my dear
Wish you were here


Flippin brilliant. One of my desert island artists. Bar none.

Back to basics with the Tragically Hip on my iPod



Although "In Violet Light" is my new Hip favourite album (playing "Leave" 20 times a day), I'm reminded of their In Between Evolution hit here. Also, "Are We Family" is a goodie.

And then there's this...


When the colour of the night
and all the smoke for one life
gives way to shakey movements,
improvisational skills,
a forest of whispering speakers
let's swear that we will
get with the times,
in a current heath to stay
let's get friendship right
get life day-to-day
in the forget-yer-skates dream
full of countervailing woes
in diverse-as-ever scenes
proceeding on a need-to-know
in a face so full of meaning
as to almost make it glow

O' for a good life, we just might have to weaken
and find somewhere to go
go somewhere we're needed
find somewhere to grow
grow somewhere we're needed.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

I need a girl like you like a stolen car

One day you're gonna miss me. One day you're gonna wake up cold.
Then you'll wish that you could kiss me when you're old and you're alone.

So cry if you want to.
Yeah, you can come undone but you've gotta have a heart to have a broken one.
You can take your accusations. You can have all your records back.
You can have an opinion or a heart attack,
'cause if you lose a kindred spirit, you'll find another one.
But you've gotta to pull the trigger to have a smoking gun.

Oh my girl, it must be so tight in your skin 'cause there's no room to breathe- this fantasy you're living in.

I need a new perpective, I need a fresh start.
I need a girl like you like a stolen car
Cause we all love the joyride until you wind up dead.
You see, you don't need a heart to have a swollen head

Thursday, August 04, 2011

Lucinda Williams...need I say more?



I am waiting here for more
I am waiting by your door
I am waiting on your back steps
I am waiting in my car
I am waiting at this bar
I am waiting for your essence


Dustin Bentall and his cute girlfriend Kendel Carson on the Shore 104



Locally we've held his Dad Barney Bentall in great esteem, but in recent years, young Justin has done his family name proud and carried on their musical tradition. The fiddler is Kendal Carson. Thanks to my friend Rod, I'm going to be paying much more attention to her and her own music career.

This next video is not official, but this is how I first heard the song "Crash Hard", in its studio recording version. Love this music - which I refer to as roots rock.

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Back in 82 and the Couples' Skate

This morning while playing iTunes Radio, All Chilled 181.FM, a re-make of Hall & Oates' 1982 single "One on One" came on. Dreadful cover. There's nothing like Daryl Hall's sexy voice on this recording. Reminds me of night skating at Karen Magnussen Arena when I'd haul in all my vinyls so that they could play them while we glided around and around the rink and waited for the couples' skate. The lighting at the 8:45pm to 10:15pm skate was turned down and the "mood" lighting was on. Even at 14 years old, I understood and valued my lighting.


Monday, August 01, 2011

Multi-Talent Wouter De Beacker, aka Gotye, from Bruges, Belgium



You don’t get burned
(’Cause nothing gets through)
It makes it easier
(Easier on you)
But that much more difficult for me
To make you see…

Love ain’t fair
So there you are
My love

Your heart’s a mess
You won’t admit to it
It makes no sense
But I’m desperate to connect
And you, you can’t live like this

Monday, July 25, 2011

Sarah Harmer.

I see my mouth moving when I talk to you,
I do,
I see my lips and I feel like a kid
I can't keep something hid
Cause I've been under the paper you were writing on
you left your impression long after you'd gone
on me,
marks only I can see.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Smiths

I found a new blog and a kindred spirit...Door 16 is a great blog and she obviously has great taste in music.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Bob Welch and a little bit of 1970's history

I couldn't find any "official" Hypnotized video but I found these two interesting little gems. The first is someone's handy video work with the actual soundtrack, which would be perfect playing on a large screen and if only smoked illegal substances. Which I don't.

The second is a live version which looks like it's from a Bob Welch concert in the mid 1980's.



Sunday, July 17, 2011

Ryan Adams - Two



If you take me back
Back to your place
I'll try not to bother you I promise
'Cause it's cold in here
And I wish it was hot
The sink's broke, it's leaking from the faucet

And i'm fractured from the fall
And i wanna go home
But it takes two when it used to take one
It takes two when it used to take only one

Well, my money's no good when i'm up to no good
No good ever comes from it, honest
I got a really good heart
I just can't catch a break
If i could i'd treat you like you wanted me to i promise

But i'm fractured from the fall
And i wanna go home
I'm fractured from the fall
And i wanna go home

But it takes two when it used to take one
It takes two when it used to take one
It takes two when it used to take only one

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Pyro, by the Kings of Leon



Single book of matches,
Gonna burn what's standing in the way.
Roaring down the mountain,
Now they're calling on the fire brigade.
Bury all the pictures,
and tell the kids that I'm okay.
If'n I'm forgotten,
You'll remember me for today.

I won't ever be your cornerstone.
I...

All the black inside me
Is slowly seeping from the bone.
Everything I cherish
Is slowly dying, or it's gone.
Little shaken babies
And drunkards seem to all agree,
Once the show gets started,
It's bound to be a sight to see.

I won't ever be your cornerstone.
I don't wanna be here holding on.
I won't ever be your cornerstone.
I...

Watch her roll,
Can you feel it?
Watch her roll,
Can you feel it?

Watch her roll,
Can you feel it?
Watch her roll,
Can you feel it?

I won't ever be your cornerstone.
I don't wanna be here holding on.
I won't ever be your cornerstone.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

CAKE: You break up the band, flimsy as it is, it's open-mic punk rock

"Cake epitomizes the postmodern, irony-drenched aesthetic of '90s geek-rock"



you turn the screws
you tear down the bridge
flimsy as it is, it's business like
you shake my hand
you break up the band
flimsy as it is, it's open-mic punk rock
red white and blue

you twist the knife then go home to kiss your wife
a bigger better slice is what you'd like
you kick the sand, you get the upper hand
you sell it to japan
it's natural punk rock
red white and blue


you turn the screws
it's what you choose to do
you think that i
must turn them too
you think that i must be so satisfied
i stay inside
i wonder why

Monday, July 11, 2011

Everybody Knows, Ryan Adams...



You come for me in the worst of places
You come for me, you come and try to take me home
I'm always in need and it's hard to be reciprocating
The fabric of our life gets torn
And everything's changing so how i am to know
How i'm going to hold on to you when i'm spinning out of control
You an i together
But only one of us in love
And everybody knows
He says her name, it echoes in my head like it was a canyon
He says her name, he says it and i know what's up
You come to me sometimes when i'm thinking like a cannonball shooting out a canyon
And i forget whatever it was i was thinking about
With everything changing how am i to know
How i'm going to hold on to you when i'm spinning out of control
With out and i together
But only one of us in love
And everybody knows

Saturday, July 09, 2011

ray lamontagne and the pariah dogs

This is now one of my all time favourite songs for the summer...aptly titled For The Summer. I can't seem to locate the official music video, which drives me crazy, so for the best audio, I'm posting this very unofficial video.

Saturday, July 02, 2011

Sun Kil Moon

I can't remember where or when I discovered Sun Kil Moon (Mark Kozelek) and his captivating song "Carry Me Ohio", but I'm still in love with it. The album was from late 2003, but I think I was a little late in discovering it. I'm going to guess 2008.

Citizen Cope "Sideways"...found on soundtrack "Ghost Town"

Saturday, June 04, 2011

Hello Jim, Farewell Paul Quarrington



Definitely off the down troden path of pop music, the brilliant Paul Quarrington still reminds me that songwriting and the Canadian perspective is important and real. He was born in July, 1953 and in May of 2009, he got the sad news of being diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer. On January 21, 2010, Paul Quarrington passed away at home in Toronto. The documentary of his work is encapsulated in the Bravo documentary Life in Music. So who was Paul Quarrington? He was a Canadian, a screenwriter, a playwright, a singer, a novelist, a musician, an educator, a creator.

Paul Quarrington Life in Music (Trailer) from MovingStories.TV on Vimeo.



Big Jet Plane, Now Playing



Angus and Julia Stone are the brother and sister dynamic duo from Australia, signing on to Nettwerk Records for their North American distribution and world domination. I love their artist website, just as cool and innovative as their sound. Nothing like the drivel that drowns our daily airwaves, poisoning our senses with gruesome sounds. No, this band is different. You're gonna like em.

Angus and Julia Stone - Black Crow (2010) from Nick Murray Willis on Vimeo.



Angus and Julia Stone - Big Jet Plane from kirill dolmatov on Vimeo.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Brigitte Bardot




From 1981 Squeeze, Labelled with Love...Brilliant songwriting


She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel,
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens,
The black and white t.v. has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture,
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and poodles in China.

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.

During the war time an American pilot
Made every air raid a time of excitement,
She moved to his prairie and married the Texan
She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson,
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other,
He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty.

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.

He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer,
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy,
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservation,
On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sod all
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle .

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.
The past has been bottled and labelled with love.
The past - has been bottled and labelled with love.

Sunday, April 03, 2011

Hey Rosetta!




I’ve been asleep for a long, long time
Blond hair to brown and then brown to white
My mom is buried beside my dad
But I was asleep for all of that

I shut my eyes for a moment’s rest
‘Cause I get so tired
What thing transpired while my body slept?
Beset my mind

All the schools that I went to have all been closed
And all of my teachers are dead I suppose
The songs that we sung have all gone quiet
What happens below as you sleep at night?

I shut my eyes for a moment’s rest
‘Cause I get so tired
What things transpired while my body slept?
Beset my mind

The river’s up, the reeds are caught
Halfway across what never was
The water rose and swept in slow
When the reeds awoke they were half below

I’ve been asleep for a long, long time
Blond hair to brown and then brown to white
My ma is buried beside my dad
But I was asleep for all of that

I’ve been asleep for a long, long time
Blond hair to brown and brown to white
My ma is buried beside my dad
But I was asleep for all of that
For all of that