T.O. and P-Bo.

Back in London after a crazy four days or so, playing in Toronto and then Peterborough. While both shows had their upsides and downsides, I enjoyed them both thoroughly.

Toronto's show was at the really very cool venue The Supermarket; it was a songwriter-circle kind of deal with Lindsay Ferguson, Marc Charron and Coco Love Alcorn. All were a treat to listen to and jam with a little on stage. Hope to do some more collaboration with them in the future, should the fates allow. I'd also love to go back to The Supermarket--perhaps with a slightly bigger crowd in front of me!

Peterborough is a lovely little town (I'd never been before)--much more what I would think of as a typical college town than London, for example, and quite pretty to boot. But then again I'm probably just biased because I had such a terrific evening. The people at Showplace were SO organized and nice; even though I was not at all the biggest-deal performer there that night (!), they treated me like a professional, and even added in some friendliness. I'd happily go back there--it's a beautiful theatre too.

So, I played my bit before and during the intermission of the show in the lounge area, with tables and a bar. A few people seemed to take notice, which was nice. Then I went to listen to Ron's set, which was fantastic. Highlights for me were his rendition of "Brandy Alexander" (co-written with Feist, which I didn't realize) and the ever-heartrending "Gold In Them Hills." I missed my other favourite, "Tell Me Again," because he played it as an encore while I was downstairs packing my gear.

However, after the show, Ron--soft-spoken but very approachable--and I talked a bit, and then he ever so kindly invited me backstage to have a drink. Which I did, unhesitatingly. I had a lovely conversation with Don Kerr, who, aside from being a great drummer and apparently one of the nicest men on the planet, can also open beer bottles with a spoon handle: very cool. So, a highly memorable evening. Without getting too starry-eyed, one has to observe that it really isn't every day that you get to meet one of your ... what? Idols? Role models? Those aren't the right terms. Objects of very much admiration, let's say. I felt like I had a four-leaf clover in my pocket.

Glad to get back for some time with my little family, though...and then: Montreal!

Love,

K.