“I used to always have a pretty high, little clear voice, but as I got older, I got a little cornbread in it.” ~ Wilson Pickett Oh, and what heart, soul, and UHN that cornbread gives his music! Today, … Continue reading
Two weeks ago I wrote about Billy Talent; today, Roy Orbison. Yup, I do love a far-reaching range of genres, bands, and artists to match my mood for the day, musical or otherwise. Back in the days of cassette tapes, … Continue reading
You hung me like a picture, now I’m just a frame I used to be your lap dog, now I’m just a stray Shackled in a graveyard, left here to decay Left here to decay, left here to decay, I’m … Continue reading
Because not everyone in Calgary is a Cowboy
The art of making a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
Crazy is relative. Just ask my relatives. And music!
