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Oh there ya are! Was just about to send the dogs out after ya. Welcome! Please come on in, take off your shoes, and take a look around. There’s lots to see. You can come back later if you have a train to catch. But please stop on by the Forums page and drop us a line. You can let us know how much you like the site, insult my ancestry (I can take it) or pose a deep philosophical question about kiwis. (the fruit, not the New Zealander.) What up with the fascination with New Zealanders? It’s not like they invented the postage stamp vending machine.  Oh. And they invented rap. Is there anything they can't do?

 

August 2010

 

 Yes, I'm back. And i updated the calendar. I can hardly believe it.

 

Am back playing the drums for real. Will get around to changing this here thing over to reflect that at some point.

 

 Although that being said, i am going to don the ol' cape as i'll be doing the Catherine St. North Mashup on Sept. 10. Myself and another songwriter who have never met will be put in front of video cameras and a live audience and will have an hour to write a song. It's the scariest thing i could ever think of doing. So I'm doing it. I may not be smart but what i lack in brains i make up in stupidity.

 

 What else? I'm now endorsed by Luka drums! www.lukapercussion.com . Completely ridiculous. More to come on that.

 

 Gearing up to record Jill Barber's new record. Then hit the road with Royal Wood, then Jill in the fall. In the meantime been playing with Luke Nicholson, White Cowbell Oklahoma (here we go again!), Joanne Mackell, Nine Mile, Senor Kasio and a ton of others.

 

Since we last spoke am on new records by Royal Wood, Ron Leary, Ian Sherwood, Rosemary Phelan, Tucker Finn, Chris Coole, the Goodtimes, Robin Peacocke, Peter Katz (w. special guest Glen Hansard of the Frames/Swell Season) and upcoming ones by Carly, Michelle Rumball, Senor Kasio, and the Creaking Tree String Quartet.

 

 I've missed you. I promise i won't go away for so long again.

Songs that have been lived in. Boots that have walked for miles and miles. Knocking on a neighbour’s door and being invited in for supper. The tire swing that’s seen many summers. A chimney that’s seen many winters and a fireplace that’s kept the family warm on all those cold nights. Soil from which life springs forth and that will cover you up when it’s time to lay your burdens down. An old man walking his dog up to feed carrots to the the horse up the street. Staying up all night with a new love, and not minding that morning has arrived before sleep. Sleep after a hard day tending to the land. The smell of your grandmother’s fresh baked bread. Bread broken with the ones you love. Loving what you do, and the world resonating around you because of it. Looking after yourself and looking after others. Going home.