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Do You Like Good Music – Reprise

Elaboration

I posted this entry a few days ago. It was woefully short, but I wanted to get something out and I didn’t have much time. In my opinion, Pamela‘s music probably speaks volumes more to people than my entire blog, and probably doesn’t need publicity to do well, but I figured I’d publish something short for the purpose of earmarking the subject for a more lengthy post at a later date.

And here we are.

It’s not really a plug, so much as it is me just talking about a good friend that I’m very proud of. Well, maybe it’s also slightly pluggish.



In the Olden Days

I met Pamela in high school. We got along fairly well due to the fact that we both had a strange sense of humour and shared some likes and dislikes.

I was always in awe of Pamela’s musical ability. For a lithe gal she has a huge voice. It never failed to blow me away. On top of that, she played the guitar very well. I was in awe. On top of all of that, Pamela was always willing to share her gift with others.

Our high school had a chapel which was not used all that often. With the exception of being used as a spare classroom from time to time, the chapel was usually available for people to hang out in. The acoustics were nice, so practicing guitar in the space was a no-brainer.

Pamela would teach me how to play chords and tunes on the guitar. She taught me a number of songs, but the two are permanently etched in my memory are Stairway to Heaven and More than Words. Whether this is a good thing or not is still up for debate.

We were also in a play together (Bye Bye Birdie). Pamela played Kim and I played Conrad. It was certainly a lot of fun. Pamela made performing on stage much easier because for all of her ability she was not pretentious in the slightest. She would treat you as an equal, no matter how tone-deaf or horrible you were.

After we graduated, Pamela was someone that I always kept in touch with.



Hennessey

After a few years, I went to see Pamela play in Ottawa with a newly-formed band called Hennessey. They had some catchy tunes and played well together. I remember it was in a crowded pub in Ottawa and I enjoyed every minute. Good, honest music is always the best kind.

I’ve actually lost count of how many times I’ve made it out to see Hennessey play. I know it was quite a lot. I’d make sure to see them whenever they played in Toronto.

While all of Pamela’s covers with the band during this time were great, her versions of Big Yellow Taxi and Carey by Joni Mitchell rank among my favourite covers of all time.

My highlight of her Hennessey days was when she asked me to be in a music video called The Fifty Most Beautiful People. I joked with her that she’d have to change the title to The Fifty Most Beautiful People and That Ugly Brown guy. She didn’t laugh as long as I thought she would.

I kid.



Solo

Pamela eventually struck it out on her own. She lived a short distance away from me, so it was pretty exciting when she asked me to do some publicity stills for her.

So we booked an afternoon and took some shots. It’s not really hard when your subject is photogenic. However, the intimidating part was to produce images that would show her character. It’s hard to portray what someone might sound like through an image, but it’s possible. I’ve always felt that managed to capture some of the magic that is Pamela.

A little while after that shoot, Pamela was part of a show at Hugh’s Room called “Girls Doing Guys” in which female artists did cover tunes from their favourite male artists. It was at that show that Pamela and Lori Cullen did a version of Mercy, Mercy Me by Marvin Gaye that was (and I kid you not) better than the original. I swear to God.

Since then I’ve tried to get out and see her. It’s been tough, what with having Baby J and all.

Pamela has worked hard on her album called One Hundred Photographs for the last “Four Years, Two Months, Fifteen Days, Seven Hours, Twenty-Two Minutes and Forty-Two Seconds. Approximately.”, according to her.

The hard work certainly shows. I really enjoy listening to her stuff.

Check it out..

Welcome, Teddy

Humpy Ahoy!

A little while ago, Dave made a twenty dollar bet with his wife that their newborn son would look more like him than her.

Well, on Tuesday he won that bet. Allow me to introduce you to Teddy…



A spitting image of his dad.
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Okay, Maybe I’m Lying

Perhaps he doesn’t look exactly like that, but hey! I’m just trying to help a brutha’ out!


Now stop gawking and go go wish them well!

A Battle Lost

Logan Loses the Fight

Today, after careful consideration, we elected to put our beloved neurotic cat to sleep.

The past few weeks have been filled with angst, frustration and, honestly, bilious piles of orally ejected cat food (to put it politely).

A few weeks ago, Logan couldn’t really keep anything down. Never really being a worry-free cat (having had a heart murmur as a kitten and several bladder infections and crystal buildups to his credit), we immediately suspected that this was something more than hairballs.

The poor little guy was just having a rough go of eating. After having thrown up everything he ate one morning, he just continued to do so at random intervals. All day. This doesn’t bode well when your stomach contains nothing. The mere sound of food landing in their bowls would send him into convulsions and his water intake was down.

After analysis at the vet, they couldn’t find anything wrong with him (they took x-rays), but informed us that not all materials show up in x-rays and that given the configuration of his digestive system, the probable location of a blockage was the stomach exit. If the condition continued he would require detailed analysis and surgery.

They prescribed anti-vomit medication and gave him an injection of subcutaneous fluid to keep him hydrated for a few days. He wasn’t getting better. He would vomit the anti-vomit medication and would not eat. For a few days after, he seemed to get better, but relapsed back to the miserable state he was in before we took him to the vet.

We couldn’t afford the surgery. We couldn’t even afford the detailed analysis, really. And even if we could, the fact that while we did love him, Logan was a goofball that ate everything from carpet to foam, it was a question of whether or not trying to save him would actually stop him from being in the same predicament again.

So the family said their goodbyes (Little J said bye bye Gogan and gave him a kiss on the forehead) and I took him in to be euthanized.

It’s amazing how such a small creature can break your heart.

I miss him already, even if he could be a pain in the ass.



Goodbye, Logan
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I’ll write more soon about our little furry friend tomorrow (good stuff, I promise). I need to get some sleep because I am tired.


2008 -> 2009

All the Best

Can you say busy?

My grand blogging plans seem to have all evaporated in the face of a combination of valid reasons as well as procrastination.

So, I’ll just sign off for 2008 by saying thanks for all the memories, and looking forward to an awesome 2009!

Yeah. Cheers all!

Deaths: 4 Weddings: 2

Lazy

With the passing of a dear family friend last month, as well as general all-around-being-busy, I have been pretty bad at keeping this blog up.

With a new set of goals and some excitement about completing them, I figured I would do a great update tonight.

Unfortunately, this happened.



God Wanted His Voice Back

I don’t profess to know Don to any great extent. We had e-mail exchanges from time to time, which was pretty incredible considering how insanely busy he was.

I was struck by his willingness to help. He made several trailer voiceovers for me (evidenced here and here) and charged me nothing. I sent him a photograph of an Algonquin Park (this one), but I’m pretty sure I got the better deal.

On top of that, he did a birth announcement for Little J.



So Yeah…

…I probably won’t do that update today.

It’s amazing how you can miss someone you never physically met, isn’t it?


Rest easy, Mr. LaFontaine.