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Waving, not drowning
Today I took my broken heart to the edge of the sea and I reminded it that every breath that’s ever been heaved in this world is still here to be breathed anew. That everyone who ever stood on this earth and did the simple miraculous work of inhaling and exhaling is connected to every…
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Light in the dark
Winter skies—late fall skies, I guess they have been lately, though the thick crust of snow below them sure reads winter these days—are a gift. They are a complicated, sometimes prickly gift, one you’re not sure you want, actually, if it has to come with certain conditions, like snow, wind, slush, ice. Treachery, danger, discomfort…
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You can’t start a fire without a spark
I’m late to the Springsteen party. I got obsessed with Dancing in the Dark a couple years back. Mostly that line: I’m dying for some action, I’m sick of sitting around here trying to write this book. Tell me about it, Boss. Last week I watched a couple of documentaries about Springsteen. A BBC one…
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The grind, and being back at it
First, some business remaining from last time: in the wake of that last post, pretty much every week, someone has taken the time to google something like: stephanie domet beautiful great writer. Which makes me laugh every time. I have a thick skin — you couldn’t not in my line of work — but I…
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Rosy and Grey
I am awash on a sea of nostalgia. And a sea of fog. And a sea of anticipation. And a sea of longing. And a sea of momentum. Let’s take them sea by sea. Last weekend I went to Toronto–nominally for my brother’s birthday and for mother’s day, but really to relive some of my…
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Life imitating art
Or the other way around, or maybe both. I am on the road right now, as Kev takes living rooms and basements around Ontario by storm. He earned a Home Routes tour and so we’ve spent the last couple weeks together in the car, touring around, playing a concert in a different house each night.…
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Is this thing working?
Where does the time go? We were just in Newfoundland, and then suddenly, that was two weeks ago, and here it is December. And now I’m on that holiday rollercoaster, keeping my arms and legs inside the cart at all times and just enjoying the ride. I love this time of year, and this year,…
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A little lunch music
Quick note to say Kev Corbett is playing Tunes at Noon at City Hall in Halifax today… grab your lunch and I’ll see you there!
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A Shelburne state of mind
It is festival season round the Domet-Corbett household. The weekend just past, we were in Lunenburg for the excellent Folk Harbour Festival. Kev released his brand new record, Son of a Rudderless Boat, on Thursday night on the Festival’s mainstage. It was awesome. He received a huge, rolling, standing ovation (not that standing-Os are rare…
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Still thinking about it
In true vacation form, I was felled by a miserable cold. And then it started raining, and who knows when it will stop? So, it’s been like that. We’ve been a busy couple of vacationers. Kev‘s been working as hard as he can getting his record finalized. Album art, check. Looks great. Got it mastered…