Being a poor guitar player has made me appreciate all the more the true masters of the instrument.
Category: Reviews
My Canada, 27/150: The carousel of time
Joni Mitchell’s young voice had the pure tone of flute, if the breathiness of a flute tone was burned away by fire.
My Canada, 26/150: Joy will find a way
Ah, Bruce. Bruce Cockburn, Canada’s Bruce, the quirky, prickly, questing, gentle angry man who has provided the soundtrack to most of my life.
My Canada, 17/150: Saint Amour
Calling a restaurant catering to elegant dinners “St. Love” might seem the ultimate in kitsch. But then, everything sounds – and is – more romantic in French.
My Canada, 14/150: Cherished chocolate
Cacao trees cannot grow in Canada. However, chocolates made from their fruits proliferate from coast to coast.
Teahen Tales 