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?
May 2009
Alright, CD release time. "Sawdust and Sour Apples" meets the world on Sunday, May 17th 10pm at the Cameron House. And then I'm breaking up.
But it's gonna be killer. The whole Close to the Floor crew will be in effect. We're talking Dean Drouillard, Christine Bougie, AND Steve Zsirai. Plus, we're gonna have secret weapon Bryden Baird. Can you believe that?
Yeah, you better not miss it. You can be assured that I'm not.
Dec. 2008
Alright, the new album is in my hands! Makes it hard to type. Track me down at a gig or email me at adam@adamwarner.com and we'll get ya one. Mucho thanks to the good people at:
Can't thank them enough. They helped us out in a big way. We're lucky to have them.
In the meantime just got off the road. Went across the country backing up the great Jill Barber. This month am keep busy with the equally amazing Royal Wood. It's a good life. And am playing with Rob Szabo, Graham Powell, and Peter Murray in a new supergroup indie collective called "Indie Collective!" at the Tranzac on Monday Dec. 8th at 8pm. So good you won't believe it!
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.