John & I: These Rutherfords got the blues

On October 19th, 2021, after potentially crossing each other’s music trails since about 1985, John Rutherford and I sat down to have only the 2nd conversation we’ve ever had. the first was on the night of the 44th Canadian federal election a month ago, as I left the scrolling numbers to listen to his set in the hallowed Blues Can, and was finally able to break our dialogic silence.
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Kurt Loewen and Folk friends: A human touch despite social distancing

Listen to an excerpt of this interview on Apple Podcasts

Kurt Loewen has been to Calgary before: in fact, his parents still live here, as evidenced by them sitting just behind us when he and other locals performed at an outdoor concert in Ramsay in mid-September. It was a very folky, friendly, family event with other young adults and some parents and acquaintances wandering through the shared 2-yard space
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Keep the fire burning Part 1: The Blues Can Survives!

I’ve got a briefcase over my shoulder, a white cane in my hand, and three layers over my head and covering my ears and shoulders in something that isn’t quite enough. My legs already hurt from the cold, and I’m not even at the bus stop yet!

Fortunately, the driver knows where the Blues Can is, probably because he drives past it daily in Inglewood along 9th Avenue at 14th St. He looks longingly at the curved roof with its promise of fresh as live music, and fresh as local beer.
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Grace at the Palomino New Year’s Eve bash: ‘Bro! Don’t worry about it!’

It’s pretty sad when your cat has a busier social life than you do. Oscar, the ho’ (yes, he’s been nicknamed a whore) has stayed out overnight 3 times in the past 2 weeks: notice that 1 of those nights went down to -21 degrees Celsius! And we find him outside, running across the street toward a different house, after up to 40 hours away from home, and he’s not even hungry when he’s dragged back inside: tramp!

So it’s New Year’s Eve, and the blind music reviewer is contemplating the logistical difficulties of winter public transit, going to dark music venues: navigating through … Continue Reading >Grace at the Palomino New Year’s Eve bash: ‘Bro! Don’t worry about it!’