Lenni Jabour @ C’est What

At the risk of appearing to be talking to myself (I know you folks are out there, my webserver log files say you are), I’m going to post some impressions of last night’s performance at C’est What in downtown Toronto. This is the fifth time I’ve seen Lenni and The Third Floor since April 2001, and the group has changed quite a bit in the last year. Pamela Bettger (viola), Andrew Downing (double bass) and Frédéric Comeau (guitar) have been replaced by Natasha Sharko (viola), Drew Birston (double bass) and Stephen McGrath (drums), with a guest appearance by Anne O’Kane on cello last June. Not to take anything away from the earlier musicians–I know Downing and Comeau have left to pursue other efforts, both solo and in other groups–but the concert on Sunday night was the best to date. Continue reading Lenni Jabour @ C’est What

Dear Diary…

I’ve never been one who’s seen the point of so-called “weblogs” or “blogs”, and also never had much of an interest in creating my own. I kept a diary when I was younger, but found it a chore, and the content was fairly mundane as a result.

“Dear Diary,

(Yup, I actually started each entry with “Dear Diary”.)

Today I had pancakes for breakfast. I went to school and did a spelling test.”

“Dear Diary,

Today is Wednesday. We played baseball in gym class.”

And so on. I don’t think I kept at it for more than a month.

But I’ve discovered a growing personal interest in writing, and every successful writer I’ve encountered has said the same thing: the way to become a good writer is to write. (The same people also tell you to write only if you have something to say; but I’m going to ignore that advice for now.)

So why do I think this will go any further than my old diary? I’m not sure I do, but I’m going to give it a try. Do I think this will add anything of value instead of contributing to the preponderance of useless clutter (I won’t glorify it as “content”) on the ’Net? Unlikely. This page will be, if nothing else, an experiment to see if I have, or can develop, some marginal level of talent. That’s all I’ll promise—as the saying goes, “Never precede a demonstration with anything more predictive than ‘Watch this!’”