Sunday, February 19, 2012

Rosco Coltrane

Rosco Coltrain is one of my favourites I have ever written. I loved the Dukes of Hazzard as a kid. As an adult looking back, I felt bad for poor Rosco – The Duke Boys and Boss Hogg were always getting the best of him. Rosco was always the scapegoat and must have felt pretty bad some nights coming home.

I was absolutely thrilled when I sent this song to James Best, the actor who played Rosco, and he wrote me back saying that he loved the song.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Summer in Saskatoon

I let friends of mine inspire this song.

He showed me his new black cowboy boots he had just bought. She loved to dance, and on the weekend they were off to her home in Saskatoon.

Driving across the prairies at night is unique. It seems as if the glow of the city at night is blocked only by the curve of the Earth.

The picture is a painting by my Mom.


Saturday, April 2, 2011


December 31, 22:30:00.

If the whole history of The Universe to date was put on a calander, then this is when humans appeared. An hour and a half to midnight on New Years Eve. Right when the party is getting started.

There is only one Earth and we are likely not going to travel faster than light speed anytime soon...or perhaps in a mtter of cosmic seconds... so let us all keep the show going on...but the question has to be asked. How many other shows are going on right now out there? How many have all played out before us? Perhaps on December 21st from 11:47:32 to 12:48:05? How many are yet to perform? Perhpas on January 2nd of the New Year?

Friday, March 25, 2011

Under the Tree and Dreaming

Time brings change. I believe it was Buddha who says that change is the only consistency.

The name on the door of one of the bedrooms of our old house has changed three times. Every baby first had the nursery room where I had painted a mural all around the room. In one corner was painted a large tree where the crib was found. When the lights were turned out at night, the glow in the dark stars that I had hidden in the clouds lit up as familiar constellations. The kids were in fact, ‘under the tree and dreaming’.

Thank goodness for songs. This lullaby takes me back to that room, singing the little ones to sleep.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Wood and String Soul

My guitar was a high school graduation gift from my parents. I have played it pretty much daily for more than twenty years. It has played around campfires, on stages, in kitchens and in bars. It has been with me on many adventures and has been there for most every song I have ever written. As far as guitars go I dare say it has a pretty good life.

Is it possible that this once living tree, that gives life to music and vibrates with every note is capable of carrying energy from where it has been, where it has played, and from all those it had made dance, sing or smile?

I have a banjo my father found for me at a yard sale. What is its story? Where has it been? How come I feel inspired to play certain things on it and new original songs come to mind when I am playing it?

I have a mandolin from my uncle that jams so easily. It blends in effortlesly with the group and every note, intended or not sounds so right.

I have a fiddle that squawks and squeaks – even though I continue to get better at it over time, it is a labour and the music is forced. Does it have nothing to share with me? I am its first player…

Do wood and string have soul? Even a little bit? Do they pass on and share something to each new host?


Monday, January 17, 2011


In 1997/98 I was at teachers college in Thunder Bay.

Looking back it was quite a monumental time and place in my life.

A. I became a teacher, a big part of my identity ever since
B. I met Carmen who I would marry about 4 years later

What an induction to teaching that was. Even though I was not destined to stick around Ontario at that time, the politics of teaching were intense. Mike Harris had more or less declared war on teachers. Underworked and overpaid was more or less how he summed it up. It was a dirty fight too – ads on TV paid for by the government about how unfair the teachers were being to the children as they were out on the picket lines. That was my baptism by fire into teaching.

Well this is two songs in one.

It was in Toronto where I met Carmen again, but this time we started to evolve as more than friends. It was a chilly night in Algonquin Park while we with a group of friends were all out camping when I started to feel where I hoped this would go.

As they say, the rest is history for my teacher wife and I…as is Mike Harris. I have since returned to Ontario to teach as it is the place to be for teachers and students


Thursday, December 9, 2010

Christmas Lullaby

It's about images - Christmas cards depicting scenes.

A painting of city downtown with warm orange lights glowing in the windows, yellow streetlamps, the red tail lights of cars down the street and snow falling.

The edge of a forest viewed from a snow covered field with the winter moon overhead casting shadows with great contrast on the snow.

Bethlehem two millenniums ago - the original Christmas card.

All dreamy images - to lull you to sleep as I bid you goodnight.

Merry Christmas.