Happy Paddy’s Day
The Fleet Foxes are carrying me West from Pearson Airport to Windsor for the first of five gigs on the extended Paddy’s week run with GBS and Spirit of the West. Holy frig these dudes can sing. I bought the CD on iTunes a few days back and cannot stop listening to it. Muso’s around the globe have been listening to The Beach Boys “Pet Sounds”, for decades trying to capture the secret to the textures and layers of vocal harmonies that Brian Wilson and the lads managed to record all those years ago. In truth, no one has managed to top the singing genius of that project, including bands like the Beatles and so many others who’d gladly admit that they fell far short in their efforts. This Fleet Foxes CD is the closest thing I’ve heard to “Pet Sounds” in a long time. Gorgeous singing.
Thought the gig at Mile One was a real success. Difficult to party in the wake of the Chopper accident that has the entire city of St. John’s and indeed the whole NL Province in mourning. Sean had the idea of singing a tribute to the fallen before the main body of our set commenced. His kind words and expressive vocal delivery of England made for a fitting acknowledgement of the situation and a delicate condolence to the victims and their families. The Telegram erroneously credited me with the opening dedication, when if fact the whole thing was Sean’s idea and he deserves all the credit for it’s delivery in such a delicate moment.
Great to have the SOTW dudes on stage for the Finale. Is there anyone who plays the flute as well as Geoffrey Kelly?
Grand few days at home. Looks like they will be my last few days at home for a few weeks as the March madness travel continues in the weeks to come. There should be much dashing back and forth across the Big Pond and the entire North American Continent for yours truly in the days to come. I am to spend the days following the Ottawa gig in London training and prepping for the Robin Hood Film, before blasting over the North Pole to Victoria for a gig at the rink. Principal photography for the movie starts on March 30th, about 11 hours after I am to be on stage at the Juno’s in Vancouver. Rock On.
Not much snow out the window of the Van as we tear West through pale sleeping fields. Spring is not far for these meadows, though, and a wake up call for their Summer’s work is just around the bend.
Like us all, I suppose.
Cheers,
Alan