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Over the years, my global travels, music studies, teaching experiences, and band tours have gifted me with a treasure trove of cherished memories. These memories hold immense meaning to me, forming a precious archive that I am eager to preserve.

During the challenging journey of caring for my mother amidst her battle with Alzheimer's-Lewy Body dementia, I discovered the transformative power of music. The melodies we had shared throughout our lives became a lifeline, guiding "Sandy" back from the haze of dementia. Witnessing her profound connection to music inspired me to create a space for my beloved friends and supporters to delve into the songs that have shaped my life and share in their significance. I hope to make a weekly episode.

I am thrilled to present this video blog as a tribute to the enduring impact of music. These unedited videos capture raw, authentic moments, serving as a testament to the power of human connection in a world increasingly saturated with artificiality and filters. My hope is that these musical breadcrumbs will lead you on a heartfelt journey, as we navigate a world in need of genuine experiences.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aint Got Time For Hate.
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Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own December 5th, 2024
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Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own December 5th, 2024

From "how to dismantle an atomic bomb" by U2, this week, I am singing a bit of personal commentary. Culturally, In my youth I viewed the dynamics of my Irish/British family, as fierce, critical, and full of emotional disregulation. Difficulty in expressing what we needed was like a weird labyrinth of fighting to be heard. lots of cut downs and criticizing. The term "if you say something, say nothing" was a common quip I head from my grandmother who mainly did the heavy lifting in my upbringing, or" Let the tears come out of your ass before they come out of your face", were common. Somehow, I was raised to understand that feelings are something to be suppressed. I learned that that model was not going to work for me. It was systemic, cultural and difficult to unwind, healing through the damage of colonial, compliance based culture. I had the luxury of growing up in an immigrant family in Canada, surrounded by people who had many ways to be, and I found my way through to my personal authenticity, and desire to be softer, kinder and more accepting of others as they are. This work continues through my life, but has been hard won. I'm not perfect. but I am trying. This gift of a voice I have been given, deeply feels the lyric in this song, "Can you hear me when I sing?" Thank you to Paul Hewson, who wrote those words. You might know him as BONO. Paul, I hear you, and thank you for showing up with authentic feelings and bravery through your music.
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