A Place for Bass

This old garage. There was always some great music coming through this workshop. I walked by it often since I lived a few blocks away up the street from this place. Through a mutual friend I met the owner of the place and his amazing family one evening.  Jon Mac was an employee at the […]

Letting Go and Adding Value

Old red was the first instrument I ever owned. My music lessons as a kid to that point was through piano training. Fourth grade and I wanted to just grow my hair long and play loud music. A classmate introduced me to heavy metal music. The guitar players seemed to get all the girls. I […]

Radio Days Revisited

The sounds of radio at night were comforting. When I felt popular music was worth more of a listen, radio was equally worth the time for my ears. In the years I was in grade school I often wound down the evenings by hanging out in my room tuned in to the local airwaves. Occasionally […]

A Window Into Writing

This photo tells a thousand tales. Maybe even more. It was a room at the house I spent the majority of the first 19 years of my life in. My youngest memories of this room were of it being a “toy room” that would occasionally double as a spare bedroom. It was usually in a […]

Rewind and Fast-Forward

Here’s a bit of an older look at my tape collection. It’s been condensed down more significantly. Fortunately I still have a player that works reasonably well. It was an old stereo I had in my old apartment in my hometown of New Glasgow, Nova Scotia. Irony is the CD player on it no longer […]