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 […]

Labour Days – School Daze

A classic Family Circus Cartoon brilliantly captured my feelings around Labour Day as a kid. Going back to school was real labour. I recall it as being a completely miserable time of year for me. Summer was over and the heartache of returning to school completely turned my stomach. I went to grade and high […]

Finding Peace in Musical Pieces

I’m a music person for life. Metal has and always will be my main passion of music. Bass, my instrument and voice, because my singing voice is just workable. Most of the nights that I would sit up writing in the many notebooks I owned, there was always music in the background. Because I was […]