60 is 100

& other thoughts from my daily adventures
A hand full of herbs and a pocket full of tomatoes.  The good life.

A hand full of herbs and a pocket full of tomatoes. The good life.

Gathered some sage, basil, mustard leaves and a flower from Ben.

Gathered some sage, basil, mustard leaves and a flower from Ben.

An afternoon in scotch village with Ben and Sam.

bowtie funtime.

a little bit of rose oil

a hint of patchouli

a touch of juniper

and maybe some sage

a dab of tea tree

and some argan too

some chanel

mademoiselle 

make it sound like space
always more reverb
more dreamy
and louder!
I like what you did there
let’s take off.

A few pictures from our rehearsal tonight, can’t wait to share our music soon!

make it sound like space
always more reverb
more dreamy
and louder!
I like what you did there
let’s take off.

A few pictures from our rehearsal tonight, can’t wait to share our music soon!

"Grab my legs and pull me around like a dead deer.  Like a real hunter!"

"Grab my legs and pull me around like a dead deer. Like a real hunter!"

singing somewhere, anywhere


pack my guitar

and capo

a tiny set list

step outside

it’s dark already

9:00pm

subtly summer is saying farewell

letting us down slowly and lightly

walk toward the bus stop

but lindley makes my pocket ring 

"i’ll pick you up and take you"

a sit on the curb

a truck with shovels and rakes and some dimply smiling cheeks

a few turns, bumps, a conversation

spring garden road

hop out with my guitar on my back

people look, mindless stares

probably wondering, “is that taylor swift?”

walk down the stairs to a more than full house

tripping over patrons and waitstaff

feeling like an elephant in a barbie dream house

SHRINK ME!!

made my way across the place

to the sound guy

always find the sound guy

his name is phyl, with a y

said the night’s full, something about signing up online

you know how well i get along with technology

carried on

happy to leave the chaos

now what?

i’m all hyped up - prepared to sing to hundreds of strangers

i sit on a ledge on spring garden and south park

i used to sit here when i worked across the road

it feels different when i have no where to be

it’s only 9:30

i text some near by friends to try and adventure

walk toward agricola

devon makes my pocket ring

commons?

between the fountain and the washrooms

i’m there first

i practice a song that flows easily until the last line

that last line is a bugger

i’ve been listening to radiohead and getting ambitious 

devon appears through the darkness

he’s lighted by a lamppost

wearing red plaid and straight jeans

same outfit as me

northend uniform we joke

we share songs, laughs, some theories about a mystery chord i’ve been using 

…something diminished we decide

another body appears

it’s rowan

not in uniform

"have a seat with us, we’ll sing you lullabies!"

songs and conversation

an adventure planned

across canada to live in the woods with 7 cats and a friend

city sirens and traffic

the ebb and flow of the fountain’s cycles

i used to be so afraid of this place

wouldn’t even walk here at night and now it’s a safe place

a retreat

owlpaws:

brand new video for our song “Cold Lead Bath”

<3 

stunning video and song.

(via owlpaws)

Wintersleep

—Damage ( bonus track)

Damage - Wintersleep

this song is everything.

Tennyson - Tennyson (Full Album)

I’ve been sleep walking and talking lately, catching myself.  

In the wee hours of the morning I awoke to this album playing on my computer, over some beautiful surround sound speakers.

It was quite lovely that sleeping-me would find something so beautiful to wake conscious-me up with.

Intoxicating aromas 
Chamomile, rose, cloves.
Stir a pot on the stove
All things good.
Sit me at the table with a pallet of paint
A mug of water 
A paper towel
The super moon has taken us away.

Intoxicating aromas
Chamomile, rose, cloves.
Stir a pot on the stove
All things good.
Sit me at the table with a pallet of paint
A mug of water
A paper towel
The super moon has taken us away.

She snaps a photo of the rising moon
As the sun sets behind her
Casting all kinds of gold over her
And giving her one last taste of warmth before the stars take centre stage.