The miles and the hours have blurred these past days. Waking up in Regina this morning, I go off to a meeting for a few hours while Lyn soaks up some rays and visiting. I am always struck by how unique Regina feels as if I can't quite place where I am in this vast country. It must be the lush green leaves of the trees lining Albert Street...planted with vision years ago. I think we should all become bandit gardeners, planting trees where there are none...in the wees hours of the morning.
Tonight we have a show at Tuesday Night Trobadour Songwriter's Night at Bocados, hosted by local Regina musician JJ Voss. He has set us up outside on the patio. It is a gorgeous evening so a great idea to have us play outside. But first some visiting is in order and dinner is on JJ Voss. Lyn has some family from Regina coming out to the show as well as producer David J. Taylor coming for dinner and to see our show. I haven't met David before but know who he is the minute he walks onto the patio. His liberal use of the word "F**ck" is quite sincere and endearing. I like him immediately. With our sets over and being a few CD's lighter, we head inside to watch the band just starting. As we sit down, this young guy already has the mic, belting out a tune that I can't quite place. This kid is amazing and singing from his toes. I am riveted to my seat. So is everybody else when I sneak a peak around.
Part Elvis, part Roy Orbison, part Pavarotti.
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