ARE YOU THERE

So I've finished the video for the Amplify Me film fest as I've been discussing on Idiot With A Camera

I think it's done at any rate

Still a few days to mull it over, feedback appreciated

Are You There

K.D. LANG AT LUMINATO: LET'S GET OUR COWPUNK ON

Last week saw the return of Luminato to Toronto. It is billed as an arts festival and features works of theatre, photography and music, some free and some not so free.

It's not a festival I really heavily attend but they were featuring a series of outdoor concerts downtown. Much of the acts held little interest to me but they closed off the week with K.D. Lang .. for free, on a warm summer evening? Yes sir, count me in.

K.D. is one of your artists that if you asked me who my fave singers are, she would not make the list. Yet I like most of the music I've ever heard from her and have kind of been tracking her career from her early "cowpunk" days to Canadian diva.

She is a singer who moves through styles and not all of those styles but there is one concrete truth: The woman can sing. Her voice is deep and skilled and emotive and that's what I desire from a singer.

Collette and I have never seen her, I know K.D. is reputed as an entertaining performer so we jumped at the opportunity.

She brought with her an opening act, The Belle Brigade out of L.A. A brother and sister act, they have a style that flirts with bluegrass without surrendering to the twang and high, clear voices that created really lovely harmonies. We thought they both looked like boys and sang like girls

Ms Lang did not disapoint. Her new band, The Siss Boom Bang is very skilled and capable of moving from one musical genre to the other. They allowed KD to do her goofy cowpunk dance moves, something that is wonderful and giddy to behold.

She displayed her remarkable range throughout her set, from jazz standards, to pop, to old school Canadian (Helpless) to a heart stopping heart breaking rendition of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah and of course, her signature song, Constant Craving.

She told the story of how at one show a woman requested K.D. sing that song "Instant Gravy" to which Ms Lang mused "and it's turned out to be just that"

Here's some video hightlights.

Blogger still seems to be messing with the video aspect ratio so you could follow this link to the video's original source

HERE WE GO AGAIN

Another month, another film festival looking for submissions on a tight deadline.

I'll be chronicling this new debacle on Idiot With A Camera for anyone interested

WOOFSTOCK TORONTO 2011: ONCE AGAIN THIS BLOG GOES TO THE DOGS

When does caring for your dog become over indulgence? Sometimes that determination is subjective; some people allow their pets on the furniture, we do. Some will tell you that permitting the dog on the couch puts you at their level instead of clearly demarking the ling between human and dog. Valid argument but I feel I do enough in that area to establish my dominance so to speak. Mostly, though, people just can't deal with the idea of sitting on dog hair. I'm used to sitting on hair, usually my own, it's not a problem.

This brings us to Woofstock. No, that is not the remembrance of the Woodstock Music Festival by an old hippie who's brain has been addled by overindulging in the smoking of red oger dogwood (it doesn't work .. or so I've heard)

Woofstock is a celebration of all things canine, held in several cities around the world and bi-annually here in Toronto. It has been running for several years and is quite popular be we've never before attended.

We did not take the girls. Held in the homey St Lawrence Market district, I knew that the festival would attract tens of thousands of people on a sunny Sunday (sunny Sunday, don't you love when that works out that way) in an area of closed off streets where they would have to be on leash ... not really an enjoyable past time for a pair of border collies who would much rather be off leash and running someplace, any place, fast.

But I had heard that were many vendors there, all in one location, selling their wares cheap and it was a nice day to and mingle with some dogs

There is a stage at Woofstock where people perform goofy dog tricks and display canine fashion. Now goofy dog tricks I can dig. I think all dog tricks are or should be goofy. That's what a trick is, just something silly, like a high five or playing dead or catching treats off their own nose. Tricks are different from discipline. Tricks are just for fun and to help develop a bond between you and your dog. Anytime I spend with the girls, giving them attention, is good for all of us

Doggie fashion is something else. I don't include warm jackets and boots in this; we live in Canada and some short haired breeds need a little help to enjoy the climate. Fashion is different. Fashion is putting angel wings on your dog, or dressing them in costumes.

I mentioned over indulgence. There you go.

Mostly we wandered around, picking up the doggie essentials; chuckit balls, poop bags, treats, some homeopathic meds for Hayley's arthritis and just having fun meeting the mutts and watching them play and interact.

I've gone to the dogs. How happy am I now.

NOTE: There is a video that goes with this blog but Blogger seems to be having a problem with my embed code and is garbling the video. Until I get things worked out follow this link to the video

MOTHER NATURE PUTS ON HER DOMINATRIX BOOTS

It is not a fetish of mine, but some people do enjoy being dominated. You know, Yes Mistress, no Mistress, may I have another spanking Mistress ..

To each their own

But it seems more and more we're all being dominated by the biggest oldest most hardcore Mistress of them all ... Mother Nature. Or perhaps Mistress Nature

We are definitely getting our asses spanked

The midwest US has been very cruelly dominated lately, that's a fact. Here in southern Ontario, we're getting more mildly schooled but schooled nonetheless. Sudden lightning and thunder storms that come out of nowhere, tornado style winds that slice through the city very quickly, leaving felled trees and blown Hydro transformers in their wake

And sudden hail storms that left me staring out the window and yelling "No! Not the new car!" Luckily, she suffered no damage.

Weather is weather. It is a thing that affects our life on a daily basis .. What do I wear, what routes are clear, is that tree really going to fall on the Subaru ...

We can't control it. The Chinese and the Russians seed clouds to make it not rain on the Olympics and Red Square respectively, but in the long run, Mother Nature is the one wearing the black leather knee high dominatrix boots

And gosh, those spike heels hurt

Here's some video evidence.

SOMETIMES IT'S TOO EASY PART THREE

So, a guy named Wiener, who is a US politician and therefore had some degree of relative fame became even more famous by going online and exposing his package. It now seems likely that he did, indeed, show his wiener.

It's just too easy. If I made this stuff up you'd all do that eye rolling thing and mutter about what a terrible pun .. I know that look and sound very well. Trust me.

So was this guy doomed from the outset? Did his surname dictate that someday he would gain infamy for exposing himself online? Was he taunted as a kid: Hey Wiener! Show us your wiener! Or perhaps he thought: If you're named it, flaunt it ...

And while I'm on the topic, why is it the guys named Wayne were called wiener? It doesn't even rhyme. Is it a deliniation of Wayner? I once knew a Wayne-o but I've never known a Wayner. I suppose the answer is, little boys will use any excuse to say the word wiener in public. Hell yeh, we're the masters of the universe ...

Now let's digress a tad (wow, like I wasn't already). What on earth would compel a grown man, an apparently educated man, in a position of responsibility, to post pictures of his package online. He must be excessively proud of it. I'm guessing this was his way of flirting. It's like that Sienfeld gag about why guys, when they are driving and see a pretty girl on the sidewalk, honk their horn ... they simply can't think of anything else to do. Honk, honk .. look at me. Hey, here's a shot of my crotch in my underpants ... what's your name?

Hell yeh. Masters of the freaking universe.