20 Oct

Posted at 17:16h in JAZZ

One cold Saturday night in St. John's around 2005, I was kicking through the slush from one gig to another. I lugged a trumpet, guitar, and amp - part Tinker, part Sherpa. And I was angry. Angry that the gigs paid so poorly, that I wasn't into the music, that the crowds sucked, that it...

18 Aug

Posted at 00:13h in Gigs, travel

There are the truly great, impossibly lovely gigs at the top. They often have nothing to do with music. If July 23, 2001 was not the very best gig I've ever been a part of, it surely ranks way up there. More than that, it always will remain at the top. I didn't really join The Discounts...