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?
June 2008
Alright, the new album is in my hands! Makes it hard to type. Now really it's not available until next year but I'm sure if you ask real nice I could get one to ya before that. 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.
March 2008
. . . And we're back! Sorry for the absence. been trying to make y'all a new album. Just about done and it's gooood. Close to the Floor, some extra special guests, and a little something for everyone. Will keep ya posted. In the meantime, come on out to Not My Dog on Friday, April 11th for the Adam Warner/Brian MacMillan show! It'll be like those great A-dub/B-Mac shows of old except for we'll be younger. Ok, i got two weeks to figure that one out. Better get on 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.