I’m going to do something I haven’t done in a long time – write straight (which is what I should have done rather than post that last entry - now removed). There have been weasels in my life, more than in yours. It comes with the territory. People in my position attract them like flies to shit – and in the end shit is all that comes of it. Weasels are creatures that twist and bend with popular winds and will do just about anything ...More »

I am free. Free of the disastrous mess that was my hair. Being that I am lazy when it comes to things such as haircuts, I tend to let my hair grow out and, in the process, complain that I should get off my ass and get a haircut. The last time that I got one was in Chicago in the spring. In truth, my laziness dictates that I wait until I am somewhere playing a show before doing anything about it so that I ...More »

CT Scans. The thing in the white doughnut spins, you keep your eyes closed just in case that red laser is part of some mind reading device. Sunday is a weird day to go to the hospital. It’s a ghost town. Empty waiting rooms, empty hallways. You sit there and flip through magazines that you’re completely uninterested in. You watch the television bolted to the wall that’s playing some horrible teen feel-good movie. The second hand starts slipping backwards. Should I have gotten more time at the ...More »

There are certainly perceived advantages to being an artist. The most common is that you get to set your own schedule, make a living doing what you love, and all the supposed perks that come with it. The truth is, I can’t remember the last time that knowing which day of the week it was mattered. I can’t remember what it’s like to have a fixed schedule, with the exception of being on the road, and I no longer have any understanding of time. To me, ...More »

It’s a strange thing; getting off stage at 1:30 in the morning 3,000 miles away and then finding yourself at home the next afternoon as if it were all just a dream. You’re back between the same four walls looking at the same bookshelves and cabinets as if you never left. I’ll do it again, of course, and it will feel no less strange to me, even though I’ve been doing it almost my entire adult life. Time’s not time for me. It just bends. So ...More »

Short jaunts sort of suck. You leave home in the early afternoon and arrive back east at 10 at night. Then the challenge of trying to sleep properly happens, which, for me, results in watching movies until 5 in the morning because of the time change. Thankfully tomorrow is a rehearsal day, so I’ll get to sleep in a little, at least until check out. Then it’s off to run the show and then on to the bus and to the border for a late ...More »

Rehearsing. Pacing the lengths of my apartment with a guitar, wandering through songs I haven’t performed acoustically in a while in preparation for this weekend’s upcoming acoustic show. You know me – in the end I’ll probably just wing it. Sometimes you just have to. The heat’s come back. Plans made for the fall have regrettably changed for various reasons. Still can’t sleep. The dogs are at my parents' place and I have to admit that I am enjoying being alone. Stretch out in bed, move ...More »

I spent some time today, while laying in bed hacking, trying to think of things that scare me. By “scare” I don’t mean the sort of fear you feel when you see something frightening in a horror picture, rather those things that actually cause considerable fear. First on the docket was death, which came and went quickly being that I’ve been dead. After you pack it in once you kind of lose fear of it. In fact, I’d have to say that you gain a sense ...More »

Despite the bad news and emails I've received today in response to Canada's most recent loss overseas, I have some motivation for those that have felt discouraged on this beautiful day in the GGTA. Just over a year ago I followed up on one of the hardest decisions I ever made, I ended my tenure with the regular force in the Army. At that time, I was filled with doubt. I questioned my loyalty to my country, my superiors and sub-ordinates, and most of all ...More »

Bronchitis and the flu. No heat related illness, just the heat making it feel worse. So sayeth my doctor (whose office sink I unfortunately threw up in). So it’s the antibiotic train and sleep, or attempting to. I’ve got shows the week next so I’ve no choice but bed rest. This is the reality of having a disease that screws your immune system over – you just get sick all the time. And I fucking hate it. More »