Monday, June 29, 2009

Cold water surrounds me now

The Baroness redecorates

Sunday, June 28, 2009

The Baroness

Sometimes you just need to be near magic to feel magical. Last night Sarah Slean performed for a small gathering of keen-eared listeners at the Sonic Temple in Halifax. Of all the days, ways and incarnations I've seen Sarah in, this by far was truly the most special. Her cover of Madonna's "Material Girl," was priceless.

Our small going

The lines on the road weren't meant for you to follow

We're changing day to day

Just like I child I lost my mind and this I do remember

Write to be heard

Pilgrim, where's your head at?

I have tried in my way to be free

The sleep of four cities

Music sets you free

Am I getting closer? Or am I moving away?

Take a walk in someone else's shoes

Moments that pass us by

Come down from the mountain you have been gone too long

Up in that sweet by and by

Hands up, hearts to the sky

Goodnight blue dancer

Daydreams of lovers in faraway places

We pulled the boat from shore

Don't let me lose this feeling

I realize there is nothing absolute

For in the deepest darkness courage is born

Friday, June 26, 2009

Strawberry shortcake belated birthday

Shines like the real thing

It takes all kinds

Oh, what pretty things!

Pretty Things Boutique is a femme's haven. It changed the way I feel about my body, particulary owning and wearing a bathing suit.

With just a twinkle of her nose Cadence Macmichael transports customers to the bygone era. The fashion industry is riddled with pint-sized dress shops, but Pretty Things celebrates all body types. Whether you are a sleek petite or a rubenesque plus-size, Macmichael carries a variety of clothing, lingerie, bathing suits to enhance your figure - hips, clevage and all.

Eating mangoes naked

We'll always have Paris

It's official. I have a planet ticket to Paris booked for September 2. Honestly, I don't even know where to begin on articulating how thrilled I am about this. I best brush up on my French. C'est la vie!

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir

There is something otherworldly about Leonard Cohen. It's hard to believe that he's just a man made of flesh and blood like the rest of us, but in many ways he's immortal. While I stopped into the Remarkable Bean, a favourite cafe in the Beaches, a few snapshots from the 70s hung on the wall unframed.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Pour not by the cups, but by the bellyfull

A visit to Peterborough is always filled with many treasures, one of my favourite traditions is spending time with my old friend Jarret. We muse about the days passed since we've last conspired together, loves and heartaches, travel and music.

Nearly every time we depart he gives me new music to feast on, his dayjob at Bluestreak Records keeps his indie-snobbery in check, but it's his own material Fire Flower Revue that sustains him.

The Only

The streetcar had stopped but I had not

We were made in the dark

The Roaring Girl Cabaret

One of the many pleasures of this year's NXNE festival was catching the Roaring Girl Cabaret's set at the Painted Lady on Ossington Street.

The bar itself is gorgeous, but Miranda and company are stunning players. After their set I went up to grab a cd and compliment Miranda's choice of dress, saying I first heard of her during Sarah Slean's holiday show this past December.

She smiled and like a femme fatale spilled her secrets, she borrowed the little blue number from Slean herself, it's a touch tight but still does the trick.

I need to hear a symphony

I listened like a little child to the story of your earthbound pilot

At the crossroads that divide me from you

When Women Rule The World

I have a major heart-on for Judy Chicago, feminist aritst and thinker. On a dreay Saturday morning I hopped on the streetcar to check out the Textiles Museum downtown Toronto.

I arrived just moments after the gallery opened, a few elderly ladies joined me shortly afterwards. They talked about the rise of second wave feminism like they remembered it, I kept quiet eavesdropping on their words, experience and sense of things.

I've got to side with Chicago on this one, as I am a woman at the beginning of building a language, but not all women are concious of it. Something tells me these artful women understood why I stood there awe-struck and silent.

Make a wish

For those with a sweet tooth

A tisket a tasket, a green and yellow basket

While my friends slept off their hangovers I found adventure and a breakfast feast at the St. Lawrence market.

Great lakes, do I have what it takes?

Tiptoe through our shiny city with our diamond slippers on

I have a thing for carousel horses. I want to travel to as many amusement parks in Europe photographing these works of art. There is something about the merry-go-round that draws upon my wanderlust and current stationary condition. Lately I feel as if I am going up and down, galloping all around.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009