I haven't been writing and it feels like everything is bottling up inside. If I don't continue to let my thoughts and words flow out of me, it's going to create a blockage. I'm fairly proficient at journal writing. What would happen if I tried my hand at something else ( Read more... )

My eyes droop and my head spins. I had espresso strong enough to choke a horse and my body awaits sleep like a dried up leaf ( Read more... )

And now I have settled down into my new life in Stratford. No more will the wild nights engulf me. I work three jobs but its still not enough. Days off are laden with boredom and a mild sense of abandonment ( Read more... )

"She heard the characteristic "chim, chim" of his bike bell as he tipped it over the top of the hill. She turned to face him as if in slow motion, her long mahogany locks twirling through the air like the spin of a ballroom skirt. A glow emanated from her like cool light through a window pane at midnight. Her eyes lit up when she saw his silly grin ( Read more... )

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So I was listening to one of my swing records and I came across a recording by Glen Gray's Casa Loma Orchestra. I googled them and turns out they used to be the house band at Casa Loma when it was a hotel. They wrote a song called Casa Loma Stomp (1937).

There is a bio and streaming at this site.

Like the moon over

the day, my genius and brawn

are lost on these fools. ~haiku (Bowser)

The band arrived while Ron Hawkins (former lead man for Lowest of the Low, not to be confused with the legendary country singer) stumbled through a short opening set. Bad Religion fans young and old stood patiently waiting to cast their gaze on punk rock idol Greg Graffin who was set to take the stage with Winnipeg's The Weakerthans. (with the ( Read more... )

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This is a photo that my mom took and I photoshopped.


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