I'm at Terra's house, but she's not here, man. She's in Mexico, playing to great acclaim with Drew Jurecka and Jesse Barksdale. So I'm mentally preparing to represent the Hogtown Syncopators at our regular Wednesday gig as a duo. Just me and James. I don't mind so much. James and I have this zzzt-zzzt chemistry thing when we play together. He busts out the Scott LaFaro melodic jazz bass vibe

np: fridge noise I'm a bad bad blogger, because I barely blog. I do write, but just not for you so much. So here is some of what I wrote today. It's a bit of my dissertation. The first press notices that dealt with rock and roll were, as would be expected, primary descriptions of current developments. Nonetheless, early writing on rock and roll did sometimes place this new

Two things: 1. I had a great weekend with the girls in Toronto 2. I got a new cell phone, with a camera.

I've been watching the DVD of The Kids Are Alright, the late 70s (?) documentary about the Who. I kind of missed the Who in my tour of 60s rock growing up. My sister didn't listen to them, and that contributed, but she didn't listen to Dylan or the Beatles either, and I found them. I learned about music from the LPs that DD's boyfriends would lend to her, and she would leave around the family

Mad-as-Hell Modernist Merrily Mauls Mozart's Music I note with pleasure that Carl Wilson, the most excellent music critic and Zoilus blogger, has been slated to write a book in the 33 1/3 series for Continuum. It's on Celine Dion's Let's Talk About Love, which has caused some cluck-clucking over at Continuum series editors David Barker's blog. I'm looking forward to it, myself. I've had mixed

It's a quiet Saturday after one of the busiest gig weeks for me in a while. Most significant in terms of frequency was McVeigh's, the all-too-authentic Irish pub where I have been rousing my dormant Irish blood with Danny Williams, a most excellent singer whom I met on the Classic ALbums Live trail. My dad would love Danny's voice - he's got that Irish tenor thing down, as well as a thousand

It could have been worse. It could have been a Conservative majority. At least Peggy Nash (NDP) won in my riding. This doesn't upset me nearly as much as the re-election of Bush, which practically rendered me bedridden. All I have is a cold, which I had before the election. So I don't think there's a connection. Zoilus is so messed up by it that he's not even bloggin'. Me, I'm just learning

The months of January and February are traditionally met with rolled eyes and groans of derision by working musicians. Yes, these are the salad months, when we acquaint ourselves with the current cast of Saturday Night Live because we have no gigs. It's a wasteland. But hark. I said "traditionally" because this is not the case for me at the moment. It may be global warming, but my calendar is