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Your Perfect Matador Re-release Day!

Hello friends, I thought I’d take this opportunity to let you know that today is the day we re-release my latest album Your Perfect Matador to the world once again. It’s a day I’ve long anticipated and it calls for…
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Mitch Podolak – Rest in Peace

The world lost one of its premiere folk music ambassadors this weekend: Mitch Podolak.  Imagine Mt. Rushmore without Lincoln. This is a huge loss. Personally, I’ve lost a spiritual advisor, intellectual jouster, artistic curator, employment counselor, employer, breaded veal cutlet…
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A Good Place to Be: An Afternoon with Morley and Me

Sometimes a story finishes itself at the just the right time. This is one of those amazing stories. The cycle feels complete on this one. I debated where to place the big ‘reveal’ in this story. That’s an important discussion…
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Simple Pleasures and Buried Treasures

Watch this little interview first:  https://www.cbsnews.com/video/john-prine-the-singing-mailman-delivers-again/ The last time I saw Prine was at Massey Hall about 13 years ago. My girlfriend snuck us in backstage by sweet talking the security guard at the back of the theatre. We made…
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TABLE FOR ONE – PART TWO

  We met in an open air market Fully aware of the price We did our waltzing on water Until one blade cracked through the ice Don’t try to save me I’m already saved Just save yourself and move on Walk…
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Table for One

She brought me breakfast in bed and whispered “Do you like this?” I smiled and said “can we try dinner in bed too?” She laughed. She agreed that it felt excessive but was too much fun. Food, love and Netflix…

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The Bridge to Rickles

When I was a kid, my mother’s bridge club consisted of her sister Marie and cousins Liz and Claire. It was always a big deal when mom hosted because I would inevitably be able to sneak a few deviled eggs…
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I have tried in my way to be free

It’s been a rough week. I am speechless on every level. Ironically, I heard that Leonard Cohen passed via text messages while working on a song for my next album. I have thoughtful friends. When we recorded a live record…
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The Bells of Retribution

It was about fifteen years ago now. The day I drove through the beautiful fall colours along Highway 7 toward a tiny little village about an hour north of Kingston, ON. I was en route to visit an old friend…
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Another Thanksgiving Day night at The Costa-Lessa Inn.

It’s the day after Thanksgiving and I am sitting in the bar of this hotel speaking with friends I’ve met over the past few years. This hotel is north of perogy line (The Yellowhead Highway) in Manitoba, Canada.  I don’t…