NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS by TINA TURNER. Story by Bill Arnott.
Mom and I got matching black tee-shirts with strutting, spiky-haired Tina embossed on the front.
Mom and I got matching black tee-shirts with strutting, spiky-haired Tina embossed on the front.
Years later I would come to see and hear what a talent Broderick Smith was, mixing various music styles into his sound, always with some nice blues influenced harmonica licks thrown in.
When my age reached a suffix of teen, I worked after school. Had disposable income. Or rather, had income, and disposed of it. Spent it on records, then cassettes and a Walkman.
I heard someone yell over the waves crashing to call 9-1-1, and several beach goers came to help and scooped mud.
David Barton is a technical wizard, as well as being a wonderful musician. And when he sings he can channel lots of different styles.
The Williamstown Literary Festival in Victoria celebrates its 20th birthday this year and we’re mighty proud, and humbled, to have been part of the festival since our very first show in 2014. We started with two acoustic guitars, an accordion and an audience of 60 locals, in the former council chambers, with portraits of [...]
Just months into the marriage, I’d suspected that I’d made a mistake, but whenever that recognition descended, I shook it off. I told myself that I had seized control of my life.
Gordon Lightfoot is my teacher of all things Canadian. As I walk the streets of Toronto, his sounds fill my ears.
Gordon Lightfoot is my teacher of all things Canadian. As I walk the streets of Toronto, his sounds fill my ears.
Girls boys/ Vibrant noise/ Girls men?/ Not quite Zen/ Finding tribe/ Cool vibe/ Brave sky/ No asking why/ In a pink angora dress.