I haven't written in a long time.
Since my last post, I moved back to The Eastern Townships in Quebec.
The fall was stunning, but I am beginning to remember what winter here will be like.
My dog changed from light brown to her darker reddish coat.
The cold and the quiet are proving inspirational. I think I will be ready soon to start on a new album.
My friend, Sarah Biggs will be launching a new album on Saturday, November 12. I will be opening for her. It is an honour. The first time I ever heard her sing, I was playing trumpet for my music classes band concert in grade 8. Sarah was older. She played a song on guitar with a drummer. It was called "Stretched on your Grave" by Sinead O'Connor.
It is a strong memory. A powerful memory.
