Friday, September 23, 2016

Post 3378 - Deep Roots Day Two

Pushing one ayem.

We are back from the Friday night Deep Roots show at Festival Theater in Wolfville, pronounced "Wuffle" by the locals.

It was a real mixed bag of talent tonight, folks. Patricia was interested in toe tapping times, so she was a mite disappointed in Alex Kehler and Nicholas Williams. I liked them just fine, although their music had more of  a classical bent, featuring some instruments I had never seen or heard of before, so I am not sure it was a good fit for a music festival devoted to Roots or Folk genres.

Susan Crowe and Cindy Church were good, despite themselves. The one on the right,  Ms. Crowe, made mistake after mistake, with Cindy and their guitar player doing their best to cover for her. At one point, Cindy Church looked at the guitar player in a "My God, what is happening?" kind of way.

Susan Crowe had a very difficult time tuning her instruments (guitars, mandolins), at one point becoming exasperated and exclaiming, "I'm 63. Give me a break, people!", thereby eliciting a laugh from the audience. She gave up at one point and muttered that her instrument was about as tuned as it was going to get and repeated a joke that banjo players spend half their time tuning their instruments and the other half playing them out of tune. Another time, she took the wrong cue and picked up the wrong instrument. And she announced the wrong song title, which was the title of a song they had played a short time before. Sad.

She sang well, though. I just hope that tonight's performance was an aberration for her, and not a sign of something more troubling.

Kim Dunn played after the intermission.  His music was not to my taste. He has a nice voice, but the lounge act he put on wasn't something that grabbed me enough to care.

The show was hosted by Heather Rankin, and she was also the final performer this evening. She made it look so easy, effortlessly banging out some Rankin Family tunes, performing some original compositions from her first solo album (out since April), and also performing her cover of Tears for Fears' (an underrated 1980's band) "Everybody Wants To Rule The World".

In between she told funny stories about her travels, like the time she rented a hotel room a year ahead of when she needed it and settled for another hotel room, which she discovered at the last moment was inhabited by a naked man. The hotel, in an effort to placate her, offered her a free breakfast. She mused that if she had slept with the man, he likely would have provided her a free breakfast anyway, so she would not have been any further ahead.

And I will never forget her Los Angeles story, where she was renting an apartment, arriving around 4am, and being awakened 3 hours later by a distraught man banging on her door, yelling at her in Spanish about something. She told him sharply to leave. After he left, she opened the door to see what the problem was, and discovered the key to her room, still in the keyhole.

Heather Rankin was easily the highlight of the evening. Hands down.

The show over, we wandered to the drugstore, discovered that both of them were closed, and made our way back to the car. We had noticed a fellow hanging out by one of the stores. He had a dog and some bedding in the doorway of another store. On the way back to the car, he was joined by his girlfriend. They were going to hunker down for the night, with their shelter being the recessed doorway and what blankets and pillows they had.

Homelessness in the Valley has always been hidden to me. People couch surfing or finding some kind of camp in the woods or something. I do not recall any time other than this evening when I saw the kind of homelessness that I see in the city all the time.

Does anybody who lives in the Valley want to comment on that homeless couple? Is this an exception, or is this becoming a real problem in these here parts?

On that sad note, I think I will turn in. Lots and lots of Deep Roots stuff on Saturday, and I need my beauty sleep!

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, September 22, 2016

Post 3377 - Deep Roots Day One

We are back from the David Myles and Classified concert!

What a show.

I have been a fan of David Myles for more than ten years now. Classified? Well, I am a much more recent recruit to his hip hop music.

At one point, they were distracted by a girl in the front row who was so enthusiastic that it broke their concentration. They invited her up on stage as long as she promised to be quiet. She jumped up on stage, took a chair behind them, and clapped along merrily until Classified's manager beckoned her off stage and back to her seat.

The highlight for both of us was the last song, which of course was "Inner Ninja". 80 year old men and women leaped out of their chairs and sang along to Myles and just clapped to Classified's rapping.

Here are some pics! I think they are in chronological order.

Notice Letitia sitting behind David Myles.

Toward the end, Classified invited people who had crappy seats or who were from Enfield or Elmsdale (Classified lives in Enfield, and has a recording studio behind his garage)

This was shot during "Inner Ninja". The crowd went wild.

This was the opening gala night for Deep Roots. We have all day Friday, Saturday and a good chunk of Sunday to get through. We can hardly wait.

Pushing 1am. Think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Post 3376 - Wednesday

Pushing 11pm.

We are off for the next 5 days. Deep Roots Music Festival starts Thursday night and runs all weekend.

We will head to the Valley Thursday afternoon. Patricia wants to take her Gaelic lesson at noon tomorrow, downtown, so we shan't go leave town until she gets back.

Somewhere along the way, we will have to corral Newbie. He senses somehow that something is awry, amiss, a little off, and runs off to whatever his hiding place is. We don't want to leave him behind for several days. We want him to come with us. So before we pack much of anything, we will have to "pack" him in his carrier. That will be fun!

We watched "Designated Survivor" and "Lethal Weapon" this evening, and enjoyed them both. I hope you check them out.

Think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Post 3375 - Tuesday

About 9:20.

I cooked dinner tonight, just to prove to Patricia that I could. And I could. So there. The fact that I produced slop not fit for a pig to roll around in is besides the point. The point is, I made dinner. Get over it.

After dinner I did the dishes. Once again, I did this to prove to Patricia that I was capable of such a task.

After that I took a shower. Guess why?

Say, why don't you do something for your spouse, something to prove to you that you can do the thing or things that she or he thinks you cannot do? The trick is, you perform the task poorly, making key mistakes along the way, such that your spouse never asks you to do that task again. Works every time!

It is now pushing 9:30. Tomorrow, after work, I have my bi-weekly Toastmasters meeting, after which I am off work until Tuesday. Deep Roots, here I come!

I think I will turn in, as I have a long day tomorrow.

See you then.


Monday, September 19, 2016

Post 3374 - Monday

Just past 9:30.

Been a long day. What keeps me going is that my work week is one third over, rather than 20%. I am taking the last two days of this week off as I have already explained.

Let's see here. We watched the season opener of The Big Bang Theory tonight. We met Penny's mother and her convict brother. Katey Sagal plays her mother. Some of you will remember that she played her Kaley Cuoco's mother years ago on "8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter", the show that starred John Ritter until he died in 2003. I was hoping for some kind of shoutout on the show tonight, some kind of wink and a nod to the audience, but I didn't see one. They missed an opportunity.

We then watched the one hour pilot to "The Good Place", starring Ted Danson and Kristin Bell. Bell is dead and goes to the place they can't call heaven for fear of offending certain groups of people, I guess. I liked how the characters can't swear, so we hear phrases like "bullshirt" and "motherforker". Some cute dialogue. Mildly funny. But I think it will be gone by Christmas.

Then, Gotham started. We will watch it on pvr later on this week, if we get a chance. That show started very well in season 2 and quickly devolved into a villain of the week, said villains being boring and stupid. Characters behaved in a way that served the increasingly-absurd plots. It all got very silly when B.D. Wong started playing Hugo Strange. I hope that season 3 improves on 2. It can't get much worse.

Anyway, I think I will turn in. Did I tell you it had been a long day? And that my work week is one third over? I can't remember.

See you tomorrow, my friends.


Sunday, September 18, 2016

Post 3373 - Sunday

Around 9:45.

We returned to the city late this afternoon. We saw our friend this morning around 10. it was good to see her again. We don't see her nearly enough.

Today was Open Farm Day in Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and PEI. We drove down the street to Tap Root Farms and wandered around the place for 30 minutes or so. We drove to Willowbank Farms at Starr's Point. Too many cars to bother parking and walking around, so instead I decided to show Patricia the Starr's Point Cemetery, which is down a rutted dirt road past the farm.

I don't think I had ever been there in my life. We wandered around the small, immaculate cemetery. I founded Harold Legge's headstone. Legge was head of Legge Trucking. If you are from NS, and are of a certain age, you likely saw Legge Transport Mac trucks around. He was like Nova Scotia's Donald Trump in the sense that he wanted people to know it was HIS company, dammit. Which makes sense, because the company pretty much died with him in 1993. There was a sordid aspect to the disposition of his estate, which is summarized here.

Harold Legge was a friend of the family. When my former sister got married in 1987, he lent her and her new hubby the use of his limo. Dad always spoke highly of Harold Legge, who was a flawed man, but never did anything to me, so I have nothing bad to say about him.

We saw more headstones, including plenty for the Starr family. People think that Starr's Point is named because of the twisty 90 degree turns. Nope. The Starr family lived there for a very long time, and it just so happened they moved to an area whose shape from the area might look like a star. It would be like me moving to "Beautiful Hair" Ville and people thinking I had moved there because I had beautiful hair. Then, they named the community beautifulhairville after me.  Weird, I know. Parse it and get back to me.

Anyway, we saw the following headstone:

I did not know Scott Leo Forsythe at all. I was just intrigued by the picture of him that was somehow etched into the headstone. I did not know that was a thing.  Here is his obituary. How sad that such a young and vital man should die so young. Effing leukemia, man. 

We continued on our way. Along the extreme West end, close to the fence that abuts the cemetery from a farmer's field, we saw the following, and I was floored.

Yeah, Alex Colville is buried here. And there is no headstone.

Alex Colville is to Canadian art as... some really talented guy is to American art. Here is his obituary, with a further link to the webcast for his funeral, which I have not seen. Colville is a luminary in Canadian art, and was from World War II until his death in 2013. When I was at Acadia University in the 1980's, and he was its Chancellor, the covers for each year's academic calendar were all Colville paintings.

His website is still up. Check it out, won't you?

When he died, I see that the CBC reported he would be buried in Starr's Point, but I have no idea why. When I think of Colville, I think of Wolfville, of Acadia, and I think of that huge cemetery in Wolfville that could easily accommodate him. I wonder why he decided to be buried there, in this relatively obscure, small cemetery.

And... even though he was cremated, why do he and his wife not have a headstone? What you see in the above picture is all there is to indicate that Alex Colville cremains are buried there. Why? The family had money. As I stated, he was a giant in Canadian art, and I find it difficult to believe that he would not want a suitable headstone, or that the people who liked and respected him, would want this situation to remain.  It is very puzzling.

We ended up driving to Wolfville and had lunch at the Front street Cafe, which we learned has been bought out and will close shortly for "renovations". When it reopens in a few weeks, it will have a new menu and perhaps a new focus. The new owners have purchased the rights to the business name, so it may yet be called The Front Street Cafe. But I will bet you $ that the prices will go up. I had a two piece fish and chips for $10.75. A roast beef dinner was $11.99 I think. Hamburger steak with veggies and mashed potatoes they make right there was $10. Nothing lasts forever, dude.

We returned to the family estate, loaded up the car with our stuff, and returned to the city. We watched the last part of "Driver" on Netflix. a British crime drama starring David Morrissey. We had to turn on the subtitles to make out what the hell everyone was saying. Working class British English is nearly impenetrable to me.

It has been a fun weekend. We have 3 days of work before we are off for 5 more days, a mini vacation in Wolfville for the Deep Roots Music Festival. We are looking forward to that, very much.

I think I will turn in. The nap I had earlier this evening will keep me up for a while yet, but perhaps I can read for a while or something.

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, September 17, 2016

Post 3372 - Saturday

Pushing midnight.

We drove to Avondale Sky Winery today to attend its 4th annual garlic festival. Which I didn't know was even a thing for the first 3 years of its existence.

We walked around and sampled the wares of some of the vendors. Patricia ended up buying a couple 2 pound bags of garlic, which should keep us going for some time. A man talked about how to grow garlic, of which there are many, many varieties.

Then, we drove to Wolfville to grab a late lunch and some food before driving to the Bevboy family mansion, where we have been ever since. We watched some stuff on Plex and on Netflix tonight.

In the morning we meet with a friend, and in the afternoon, it is back to the city.

People think we live a life of adventure or something. We don't. I promise you that. We are both homebodies, but lately we have been stepping out a bit more. Once the cold weather hits, we will be inside far, far more.

Been a long day. Think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.