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…Read more
Where to start with the year that was? When I woke up this morning I thought I’d be inspired to write you a long rambling piece about the state of the music industry, El Duce to the south, how I…Read more
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…Read more
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…Read more
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…Read more
Hello friends, this is a concert you need to know about. Like the rest of the world, I grew up singing Wild Thing and hearing Angel of the Morning just about everywhere. (Thanks, Shaggy!) As a songwriter in the business…Read more
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…Read more
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…
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…Read more
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…Read more
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…Read more
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…Read more