I love the xylophone. Actually, I love any tuned instrument that creates sound by hitting it with something, whether that something be mallets, sticks, brushes, fingers, hands, whatever. In a word, percussion. In western music we hear the xylophone, or variations of it, played in symphonies and jazz. It's also commonly heard in African... Continue Reading →
W is for Wild and Wilder
When I was living in Spain, I sang in a lot of jam sessions. When I first started going to the jams, I improvised my poems and lyrics to punk music. There was one jam session where the organiser often sang this song to introduce me, whether it was because he identified me as Canadian... Continue Reading →
T is for Time
The sun is still shining, the beach is still calling, so here's a little journey down memory lane for you. Two versions of the Rolling Stones, Time is on my Side. Tell me, which version do you prefer? I love the first one. It's not only because Mick's voice sounds better to my eyes,... Continue Reading →
