11 March-Saskatoon
Rockin' at the Barfly in Calgary. Karen is our merch girl--there is no one so aggressively charming as she! No one leaves without a CD. . .
Hey lover,
Your side of the bed is empty by the time I wake up, though I vaguely remember a kiss good-bye filtering through my sleep. I’m home. You’re here, somewhere in the city. Your clothes are littered around the room. My own suitcase has exploded at the foot of our bed.
I landed in Saskatoon on a high, after a run of amazing shows in Alberta that testify to the power of working out the kinks on the road. After a solid run of show, the songs flow, the passion is intense, the connection with the audiences immediate and intimate. This is the joy of touring, when the crowds are large and responsive. The music comes from the soul. The mood is relaxed and vibrant.
So by the time I reached the familiar borders of my hometown I was full, happy, and exhausted, needing to punctuate the experience with a glass of wine. And a good conversation with you. One that goes straight to the heart.
At the beginning of this week, I remember being plagued by the feeling that there is just not enough time during this short stopover. To see you, to have the conversations we need to have, to just be together before I leave again. And during the week I was plagued by weird coincidences—I waited for people who were late for meetings. There was our lunch date where we waited for each other at different restaurants. I was late for rehearsal because I couldn’t get the keys to the space. I locked us out of our house! It seems I’m being reminded that time is something we control and create (there is time if you make the time) and yet it’s something I cannot control the flow of. Or maybe I have to learn to pay more attention. Not sure. The lesson is still being filtered.
Besides my time with you in Saskatoon, it’s been great connecting with the band again. Peter is so very passionate and attached to his band, while I’ve always seen myself as more of a solo artist. His perspective has certainly made me appreciate my band in Saskatoon—their talent, the flavor they lend the songs, and the opportunity they offer to be a part of something larger than myself.
On Wednesday, I returned from rehearsal late and you were already sleeping, so I stayed up, still wired after practice with the boys. And I wrote. Just didn’t want to put down the guitar. Picked out a song, quite different than the one I thought I was writing.
Can’t wait for the show tonight to really experience the band. And there is no show better than those where I see you in the audience. I could play to you for a lifetime.
Love C
Peter captures a perfect moment out the car window as we barrell through Drumheller to head home. . .
Back in Saskatoon, promoting the show at CFCR!
Hey lover,
Your side of the bed is empty by the time I wake up, though I vaguely remember a kiss good-bye filtering through my sleep. I’m home. You’re here, somewhere in the city. Your clothes are littered around the room. My own suitcase has exploded at the foot of our bed.
I landed in Saskatoon on a high, after a run of amazing shows in Alberta that testify to the power of working out the kinks on the road. After a solid run of show, the songs flow, the passion is intense, the connection with the audiences immediate and intimate. This is the joy of touring, when the crowds are large and responsive. The music comes from the soul. The mood is relaxed and vibrant.
So by the time I reached the familiar borders of my hometown I was full, happy, and exhausted, needing to punctuate the experience with a glass of wine. And a good conversation with you. One that goes straight to the heart.
At the beginning of this week, I remember being plagued by the feeling that there is just not enough time during this short stopover. To see you, to have the conversations we need to have, to just be together before I leave again. And during the week I was plagued by weird coincidences—I waited for people who were late for meetings. There was our lunch date where we waited for each other at different restaurants. I was late for rehearsal because I couldn’t get the keys to the space. I locked us out of our house! It seems I’m being reminded that time is something we control and create (there is time if you make the time) and yet it’s something I cannot control the flow of. Or maybe I have to learn to pay more attention. Not sure. The lesson is still being filtered.
Besides my time with you in Saskatoon, it’s been great connecting with the band again. Peter is so very passionate and attached to his band, while I’ve always seen myself as more of a solo artist. His perspective has certainly made me appreciate my band in Saskatoon—their talent, the flavor they lend the songs, and the opportunity they offer to be a part of something larger than myself.
On Wednesday, I returned from rehearsal late and you were already sleeping, so I stayed up, still wired after practice with the boys. And I wrote. Just didn’t want to put down the guitar. Picked out a song, quite different than the one I thought I was writing.
Can’t wait for the show tonight to really experience the band. And there is no show better than those where I see you in the audience. I could play to you for a lifetime.
Love C
Peter captures a perfect moment out the car window as we barrell through Drumheller to head home. . .
Back in Saskatoon, promoting the show at CFCR!
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