Posts Tagged ‘music’

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TWN says Saturday should be sunny and warm. I hope so, because I’m going to be standing in whatever weather happens from 12-2 at the corner of Quebec and Dundas for the Junction Music Festival. Standing and playing banjo and singing, of course.

If you’re in town and want to catch a few minutes, please come on by and say hi. With over 60 other performances happening in venues all over the Junction, including a number of well known and up-and-coming indie artists – there will be some great listening whatever your tastes in music, .

There are also over 20 local eateries putting on special menus and street food. The Junction has become a real foodie strip in recent years – if you haven’t sampled it yet, you’ll be in for a big treat.

Click HERE to see the festival writeup.

And, yes, I’ll have some CD’s for sale if you need one …

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Never surrender. The schools may be full, the roads may be full, the leaves may look a bit less green than last week. But we shall prevail – summer is not yet done. Help us make it linger by joining us for some musical spell casting next Thursday at Graffiti’s. The more people, the more likely summer will last at least another few weeks; these spells require participation.

For this fine evening, we will be joined by Lost in Sparse, namely Neil Kitagawa on saxophone and bass, and Martha Aykroyd on percussive things and background vocals. As usual, we have a unique 3-set grouping of tunes, 36 to be exact, that we have never played in this way before, nor will again. Some new very cool tunes, too.

First set starts at 7:30, we’re probably done by 10:30 or so. So come on down – it’s Thursday night and you’ll be fine on Friday, even better because you will know deep inside you have helped extend summer.

September 11th, 2014
7:30PM until 11 or so
Graffiti’s Bar & Grill
130 Baldwin Street (Corner of Kensington, in The Market)

here’s a living room take on a favourite tune from my late friend Wayne. Even the dog liked it – she watched, and then just curled up to listen to us. This is my old friend and mfab Tom Gilmore on harmonica – it’s hard to hear him so we will definitely have to make another recording – he was in fine form. Given how hungover we were, that’s saying something.

Nephew Bill got it on his iPhone, hence the low-res style. But the sound’s pretty good … thanks Bill

Another video experimentation with a track off Unassumed Sideroads. This is called Lizard Crossing, because I like lizards, I like seeing them run, and I love the high deserts where you get to see them fairly often. I also shared my home with Al for well over a decade. I rescued Al from unhappy circumstances, and he loved banjo music. Anyway – here it be

Ain’t No Laughing Matter is one of my favourite tunes written by my friend, the late Wayne Sorge. Here’s my official version, from my CD Unassumed Sideroads. I’ve had so many requests for the lyrics for this that I’ve added them to the video, over a slideshow of run down or abandoned buildings in Virginia and South Carolina. The photos were taken by my Friend Joan in Charlottesville – thanks Joan!

Please have a gander and tell me what you think.

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Don’t know about you, but I need to party this winter into a distant memory. There are just too many people I didn’t get to see being cooped up in the cold and ice. So on the 28th – remedies shall be had! I want to see your mugs and say hello, and help you wash this winter right out of your boots.

Friday the 28th, at 8:30 after dinner, we will be rocking the roof down at Graffiti’s. We’ve worked up some killer sets, including the legendary one what had ’em pounding the floor at the Old Nick in February. Me, Doc on The Gibson, Neil on sax and bass, and Martha holding down some beats with various percussive mechanicals.

Hope you can make it.
Loren

March 28th, 2014
8:30PM until just after midnight
Graffiti’s Bar & Grill
130 Baldwin Street (Corner of Kensington, in The Market)

Hicks & Dawe at The Old Nick Toronto

Hicks & DAwe at The Old Nick


On Monday February 3rd, We have been honoured to be invited back to do a set at Elana Harte’s M-Factor Mondays at the Old Nick. With one set, we’ve compressed a whole night’s worth of goodness into a dozen tunes that will literally blow you away.

A rare east-end appearance for us, so all you East Yorkers and Scarberians get your dancing shoes on for this one! Get out of the house – you’re used to winter now …

Elana is kicking it off with some of her excellent rock, and we’ll be trading sets with Bri-Anne Swan after that. Come early and have a pint while we’re watching Elana.

Hicks on banjos, Dawe on guitar, Kitagawa on sax and bass. No cover.

The Old Nick
123 Danforth (south side just east of Broadview)

Lyrics: Hard Times on Signal Hill

Posted: January 22, 2014 in lyrics, music
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The fish they swim right past our boats and head on out to sea
They’re racing for the Spanish shore, paella soon they’ll be
The season’s spent, roll up your nets, tar the seams of your scull
Our work is done, it’s time for fun, pick up lads where’s your cheer
We’ll sing Hard Hard Times on Signal Hill
Get roaring drunk in Lachine
Chase the girls in Saskatoon
And thumb our nose at the Queen
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Lyrics: Hoosegow Blues

Posted: January 22, 2014 in lyrics, music
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Well it’s Saturday night by the full moonlight
Lacing up my dancing shoes
My paycheck’s blown, I can’t get a loan
If you know me – that’s no news
Babe’s set to go, tapping her toes
She wants to get her name in the news
Gonna make a big mess and by dawn I guess
We’ll be singing the Hoosegow Blues
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Lyrics: Cactus Eyes

Posted: January 22, 2014 in lyrics, music
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Got my boots, a roll of tools, leathers for the rain
Helmet for where it’s the law, flask for the pain
I’ve taken off the sea shell; laid it on its beaded thong
The one you made me by the coast when I wrote you that song
Doesn’t suit my neck no more, cuts right though my skin
Gonna kick this old bike into life and climb back on the wind
But there you are, standing at the side of the road
There you are, thumb not hanging out
There you are, crying out those cactus eyes
“Stay, let me make it right”
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