I’ve discovered a new parish that has Mass at 5:15 p.m. every weekday. One of the greatest secrets to my success is regular Mass attendance. Some may think that’s incongruous with the freewheeling, open-minded style that I portray. But actually, as one guy once said to me… “Jesus was the first hippie.”
Anyhow, here’s the view on my way to that parish. Took this last night just after sunset.
Am working on a new Chill tune called “Are you an evil mystik, mister?” It’s actually several years old. I wrote it shortly after moving to Toronto from Ottawa. Had just bought a new keyboard and was eager to get into digital recording. I knew even less back then than I do now, so just did a couple of takes using the keyboard’s auto-accompaniment mode. Those takes are okay but I’m now doing a new version entirely from scratch. It’s slow going but a lot of fun, and a great way to learn REAPER, the software I’m using.
Isn’t it a Pity (my cover, that is) is on hold, mostly because I lost interest and also because I don’t want to work my butt off and then find out that I can’t even post it on YouTube or SoundCloud due to copyright issues.
So… it’s back to my own stuff. I’ve got the audio equip. set up in the basement, which in Canada can get pretty chilly in the winter months. Electricity costs too much IMHO to justify using a space heater for hours on end, so I rigged up a temporary room divider, consisting of two shower curtains stapled together. This keeps a smaller area warm as the flow from the heating vent has less distance to travel and less colder air to mingle with.
Chill is cool but cold sucks…
Me in front of our ’72 Ford Torino wagon. Was a great car. Fast and simple. My Dad built that ramp over the grass in an attempt to save it. I think it was less aesthetically pleasing than the trampled grass! But no matter… that was my childhood. Rough and ready. Lots of fun. A casual family in a somewhat ‘proper’ North Toronto neighborhood.
Last night I watched a really good episode of Lost Girl where Kenzi (whom I think is played by a dynamite actor) gets sucked into the realm of a nasty witch who scares little girls in their childhood dreams and then eats them later in life, provided the witch can get the girls to say her name three times in a mirror (which lures them into an unsavory covenant). It was one of the better episodes of this slightly campy series which, being made in Canada, has a nice international flair—in this episode, Russian folk tales permeate the story.
Anyhow, the whole thing brought back childhood memories of my being scared of that ghost in my closet. Was it my imagination or was something in there? Hmmm… I don’t wan’t to find out. But the whole thing prompted me to do this sort of Halloween themed pic with a recent shot I took at Edwards Gardens in Toronto.
It is for me, anyhow. Living in Toronto I tend to take far less pics in the winter, mainly because I’ve become sensitive to the cold in my advancing years.
There’s another blog “Just my pics” which has some of my current favs against a black background. So far I haven’t acquired a dot.com for that blog. Perhaps I will, but I’m already floating earthpages.org, earthpages.ca and (this one) michaelwclark.com. So four domains might be a bit of overkill.
Will have to see if I get more serious about my pics or whether they just remain a hobby. But for now, I’ll just highlight the link every once in a while… Just my pics
Last night The Who’s truly Olympic performance proved that age doesn’t matter. Or that it does matter. It can make you better.
A younger artist covered one of their songs quite well. But when the real deal hit the stage, they filled the auditory and visual space in a way that no other performer could. Timing? Talent? Experience? It’s hard to put your finger on it. But some people just have it. And The Who sure do.
Maybe it’s because these guys have kept growing and haven’t stagnated. Both Roger Daltry and Pete Townsend have pursued their own interests (some of them questionable, mind you…) into their ripe old years. And I think this might be it. They’re not riding on their coattails or lamenting the past. They just keep evolving. So when it comes time to belt it out, they’re ready, prepared and can do it better than anyone else.
One of the first concerts I saw was a Who concert at Maple Leaf Gardens in Toronto. I was about 16 and the Who were enjoying a massive comeback with their Who Are You? album. My first steady girlfriend had given me the red vinyl edition of the lp for my birthday (bless her heart) and I was totally into the band back then. I screamed so hard at the concert that I had a hoarse voice the next day.
Last night reminded me of those good times. And how great you can be at any age. Inspirational? You bet. The Who didn’t get old at the Olympics. They got gold.