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i am overdue for a shout out to my good friends matthew and rob, who have been generously hosting my stay in london. not only do they provide me with a quiet room, a great bed, and lots of entertaining conversation, but they also take me out for at least one fabulous night every time i blow through town. last night was no exception. after dropping in at the social and barcode (a sleek tres moderne bar in vauxhall that rob designed) we went to an incredible cabaret at area. definite shades of leigh bowery here folks. great acts from dickie beau, scottee, booby tuesday, and heidi licious. and to top off the evening, suppositori spelling performed a tribute to kiki durane (who was IN THE AUDIENCE!!!), the most knock down drag out version of total eclipse of the heart i’ve ever seen. and i’ve seen a few. if bonnie tyler had been present i think the world would have imploded. oh, it was so great. and now i am seized with the desire to make insane outfits out of cardboard, latex, and grease paint. ah well. two beautiful boys complimented me on My Look, which is currently Eccentric Canadian Wearing Caravan Farm Castoffs And New Campers. copy if you dare. Continue reading stupendous show at area

a beautiful dark day here at the caravan farm, the first damp of the week. clouds rolling in over the hills, smatterings of heavy raindrops, we may be able to light the huge bonfire tonight finally. both the moon and the sun have been dark red from the forest fire smoke all week. there is a chickadee in the rehearsal hall, it seems to gravitate towards the piano. in my mind, at least. and yesterday we flushed a brown owl in the woods, playing snare drum. jamie was playing snare, not the owl.

a new and interesting project on the horizon: i will be performing buffy st. marie’s songs with the cbc radio orchestra next spring. giorgio magnanensi will be writing arrangements, should be a thrilling event. a live concert at the chan centre in vancouver, broadcast on cbc of course. and no, we will not be interpreting “up where we belong”.

nicky is making roast leg of lamb tonight, and we bought mint jelly at the farmer’s market. and here comes the real rain. Continue reading thunderstorms, lambs, and old old computers