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.
Tickets are selling fast for our show on Saturday evening 27 May at the Queenscliff Town Hall. We’ll be there as part of the Queenscliffe Literary Festival.
I had a moment to take in the purple jacket and track suit pants before Elton gave me that familiar gap-toothed smile and said ‘Hello’.
I sometimes think of my father as a cold, bleak Icelandic landscape, and his songs as those hot springs that bubble up from unknown depths.
Every now and then there’s a song that comes along at a time in your life when you’re most ready to respond to it.
Surely Robert Forster wasn’t a surfer, you initially think. He’s having a lend of us. But he isn’t. Or is he?