Personally, I see no signs of the elusive season … which can only mean I have returned to Canada, my home & native snowglobe.
However, this blizzard also means that in the following days my dear old neglected phlog should return to its former over-active glory and be filled with all sorts of photos from my recent adventures in Euroland. So keep warm & stay tuned!
Once upon some 4 or 5 odd years ago I returned from living in Victoria to discover a concert given by an independent Canadian musician named Rob Szabo in my formerly devoid of such things hometown. Reading an old notebook from the time I find sentimental sentences like: “Holy shit. That honest and intense show and Szabo’s super-smile made me want to quit whatever it is I’m doing and high-tail it to some nerve center of free-flowing passion & happiness & creativity and I suppose basically just give a shit about something”.
Once upon 2 summers ago I was gifted an old 35mm camera and shortly after receiving it took it along as my date to a house concert given by the aforementioned Szabo.
Anyways, all I’m trying to say here is that Rob Szabo is both the first musician who inspired me and the first musician I photographed.
The city of Fort St. John’s final summer installment of theMusic That Moves You project took a maniacal turn last night as the bus that the music was to move on was hijacked by local bookshop proprietor Henry See, who has evidently been spending too much time down the rabbit hole.
Raving like a rabid hatter, See forced the bus and its occupants on an hour long loopity-loop of the city, all the while ranting about being the reincarnation of Saint John and flailing and wailing about how he was on a quest to be reunited with his long lost true love Saint Jill.
Music That Moves You host Mark Bodner was finally able to subdue See, who was let out at The Condill after he was convinced that his sweet Saint Jill would be waiting for him there with open arms and a steak sandwich.
For the record, Lindsay Pratt is the woman I would marry if:
1.) She would let me have the occasional fling with the pool boy,
2.) She didn’t already have a manfriend, and
3.) She wasn’t moving to the Kootenays.
However, this love has not blinded me to fact that something strange, something suscpicious, and maybe even something downright supernatural occurred at her Going Away Bash at Tim n’ Tycs in Fort St. John yesterday night.
A fierce force was unleashed in the finale of her set, suddenly firing off a superstorm and causing lighting to strike the pole across the street, in turn killing the power and prompting a impromptu candle-lit acoustic show.
I know over the years many people have speculated about the possibility of Lindsay Pratt being a witch, what with her night black hair and banshee cackle and affection for brooms. Now, I’m not claiming she was stirring up spells in her cauldron or suggesting we rush right out and burn her … I’m just laying out the witchy facts and photos for you so you can make your own judgments on whether she should be taken to the stones, stocks, or stakes.
Staying hidden in the shadows so we don’t see her true face?
Have you ever met a human being who lets out such supernatural wails before?
Summoning up the superstorm with subtle secret hand spells?
Basking in the winds of the superstorm she created?
It was a weekend of mayhem as Miss Quincy and I rolled into the Peace Region for a series of homecoming shows as a part of the Your Mama Don’t Like Me Album Release Tour.
The photos below are from a show at Egan’s Pub on July 2, 2010 and are some of my favorite I have taken recently … which could have something to do with the fact that they feature some of my favorite musicians & people in the galaxy – Folky Strum Strum, Miss Quincy, and The Woolly Chaps.
Lookie here boys and girls – another issue of Northern Groove in which you’ll find my photos & words in action (and also an article related to my impending European departure) … suspicious, I know, when you look at the magazine credits and see my name next to “Editor”.
Kudos to Peter Mozola for the smokin’ cover photo!
