We all know that life can be a strange force at times. Good times, great times, unbelievable times, bad times, horrrifying times... all in the same day even. Well, the good news is is that I had a wonderful time during the North by North East festival conference in Toronto. It's walking around, meeting new people, new artists, new bands, new venues...all in the name of sound and music. Festivals such as these really make me feel stronger about what I am meant to do and how I am supposed to do it... just be me, and continue to sing. So I am flying high from great and overwhelming experiences when I find out that one of my very good friends was on the other side of the kite string... Her name was Niamh Canning, an old roomate of mine from Ireland. She too had a Lovely singing voice, one that will surely live on in her daughter Rachel. I did not mean to write about Niamh in this little weekly paragraph, but I suppose she has been in my thoughts for the past five days, and putting pen to paper somehow feels the right thing to do. I will miss her so much as she was someone with whom I could share pretty much anything with and get reasonable feedback from. It blows my mind when someone leaves this plane of existence... I mean she's right there in my head. I can still hear her laugh and feel her arms around me. Dear God, may these memories last forever. Anyway, thanks for letting me share and I'm certain I'll feel like writing more musical / life banter next time. In the meantime, I will leave on this note; I am participating in a benefit at The Bronson Centre, this Friday the 20th as part of "Wailing For Wheels" in honour of MS. THere are many other musicians performing and all for a great cause... maybe we shall see you there? Take good care, and make sure to stop and take a breath, and smell those roses.
What a Rush...
