Tuffy P came across Valerie June’s music recently and we’ve been giving her recording, Pushin’ Against a Stone a good listen. She sings with a lot of confidence, strums guitar and uke, and carries around enough hair for 5 or 6 performers. I think maybe she’s the real deal.
In like a lion, out like a lamb, is that it? I just finished shoveling the overnight snow, maybe 6 or 7 cm of fluffy goodness. It’s cold and crisp, with little wind and the neighbourhood looks beautiful covered with fresh snow. It’s March though, and it’s time for this winter nonsense to gradually come to an end (please!).
The dogs of course love it. They staged a wrestling match out in the snow this morning and had a great time.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted any hurdy gurdy music here. Time to change all that. Here’s Matthias Loibner…
If it seems like a confusion and complicated instrument, that’s because it is. Here’s a great demonstration of how these beasts work..
How about a hurdy gurdy duet with a diatonic button accordion? Fantastic!
I seriously considered learning the hurdy gurdy (not to mention the French bagpipes and the garmon) but was saved from that improvisational adventure by the 5 string banjo which came along in the nick of time.
I dropped by the opening reception for Peter Templeman’s exhibition at Yumart this afternoon. I enjoyed the exhibition very much and had an opportunity to chat with Peter about his work. It’s a funny thing – I’ve been aware of Peter’s work for years and he knows my paintings as well – but somehow or another our paths haven’t really crossed before.
Peter has made a set of tasty, painterly works for this exhibition, rich in texture with images and colours that seem to emerge from the act of painting.
When is a painting finished? When do you stop to breathe? When do you walk away? As a painter, one of the things I experience in the studio is how quickly a painting can resolve itself after days and weeks and months of work. There it is. No fussing about – and yet the story of the painting emerges through its layers as the paint has been built up and scraped off and built up again. I felt a lot of empathy for Peter’s process with these new paintings because they brought to mind my own experience navigating through a painting. I suppose in that way you might say Peter Templeman is a painter’s painter.
Peter’s colours are deceptive. There is a predominate earthiness throughout the exhibition, and yet within each individual painting, there are areas of rich colour that became more obvious to me the more I looked at these paintings. I spent quite a while looking at the show this afternoon, and a number of the paintings – in particular the smaller ones in the group – kept drawing me back in.
Peter Templeman’s exhibition at Yumart continues until Saturday March 22. Check it out if you can. Yumart is at 101 Spadina Ave here in Toronto, just south of Adelaide on the east side – walk up to the second floor.
Here’s the fabulous Ampol Aires from 1991 performing the Circus Polka. I only know one person who maybe knows who these guys are and that’s my pal from Chicago Anthony Stagg, so this one goes out to him.
….and since we’re on a roll, here’s another polka blast from the past – the 80s that is – featuring Dave “Scrubby” Seweryniak and that great polka band from Buffalo, the Dynatones, performing the Helen Polka.
….seem to be developing a special friendship.
Here’s a taste of David Bromberg, with Larry Campbell on mandolin.
I have a serious soft spot for David Bromberg’s music. I hope you like it too.
Stephen Foster wrote Hard Times – it was first published in 1854 and first recorded in 1905. It’s still very relevant today.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.
Here are Leela Grace, Lisa Ornstein and Betsy Branch.