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“Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January”.

Hal Borland

As gleefully explained in my last post – some form of summer appears at long last to have arrived on the west coast of Canada. It may not last long, but it is most welcome whilst it is here.

That aforementioned post also referred to the Summer Solstice – the longest day and, of course, the shortest night! At the southern end of Vancouver Island that looks like this:

10:00 in the evening. Not fully dark yet:
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

4:00 in the morning (us older folk often have to get up in the middle of the night):Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidOf course – if it is summer then it must be time to entertain folk in our garden. We duly did so over the weekend – with an impromptu invitation to dearest friends to come over an to cook their dinner on our BBQ. ‘Twas really most pleasant to be able again to sit out of an evening enjoying the balmy BC climate with good friends – even if it meant something of a canter down the home straight of making the garden look presentable – the which it finally very nearly does.

On the Sunday we bobbed across the Saanich inlet on the Mill Bay ferry and once again headed up island to have lunch with The Girl’s mum and another long-standing friend. These summer pursuits are most pleasant, though there is a slight feeling of squeezing things in over this next short period, before we set off on our travels.

I took these shots as we bobbed our way back over to Brentwood Bay at the end of the day:

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Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images (pixabay.com)Whoo-hoo!

Today – the very day after the summer solstice – the weather in Victoria BC has finally turned summery! What is more – rumour has it that the hot spell may stretch through the weekend and into next week…

Who knows – we might even get to try out our new air-conditioning unit sooner than expected!

The only downside to this most pleasant development is that it will probably simply encourage those annoying souls who will insist that the solstice is the first day of summer, in much the same way that they insist that the March equinox is the first day of spring.

Er – no! The summer solstice is mid-summers day. From now on the days are getting shorter…

Sorry – I don’t mean to depress anyone.

It is true of course that all the seasons at these latitudes tend to lag behind the movements of the sun. That does mean that September is very often seen as part of the summer, instead of marking the middle of autumn (fall). Nature very obligingly goes along with such errant notions – and it is in our nature (for most folk, anyway) to want to extend the summer months for as long as possible before winter sets in.

So… enjoy the sunshine (those who are blessed with it). I know we are going to!

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I gather that the UK is currently experiencing something of a heatwave. Lucky you, say I to those that reside there. Of course, excessive heat – brought about by climate change – is not a good thing at all, but then neither is an extended, unfulfilled wait for summer.

Long-time followers of these postings may recall a missive that I uploaded at about this time last year (entitled ‘Head for the Hills‘) the which contained a description of the unprecedented ‘heat dome’ under which the west of Canada was then suffering. The Girl and I retreated into the basement of our residence for a week or so to avoid the worst of it, but it was not a pleasant experience.

In a second post, a month later, I reported that we had decided to have an air-conditioning unit added to our forced-air heating system – to protect ourselves against future such weather events. In these strange times all such projects seem to take an inordinate amount of time to be effected. We finally ordered the system at the very start of this year, but the first installation date that we were offered was not until June.

Well – I can now report that we have enjoyed the required visitation, the work has been most efficiently carried out and we are now the proud possessors of equipment necessary to enable us to keep our cool in any future such events. The installation was rendered much easier by our having considered this as a possible option when the furnace was installed back in 2017 – the necessary spacing and services having been left intact should we decide to go this route.

Inside the house there is nothing new to see – unless one looks really closely at our furnace room. Outside there is a small and elegant compressor, tucked away in a part of the estate that we normally only see when cutting the grass.

Now – of course – we are eagerly awaiting an opportunity to try it out! Here we are in the middle of June and the weather has still not caught up with the season. There are few cloudless days, temperatures are still struggling to get up to seasonal norms and – though I have fired up and checked out our garden irrigation system – it is still not running to its normal schedule because there has been no shortage of rain!

I have no doubt that this will all change abruptly in a couple of weeks, when we have set out on our travels and are no longer in residence.

Sigh!

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Not so many posts ago I was grumbling about the weather here in BC and mourning the loss of a number of shrubs and other erstwhile growing things in our garden. I have a feeling – in fact – that I visited the theme in more than one post, the which only goes to show just how poorly the climate has treated us thus far this year (now that I put it like that, of course, there is a rapid light-bulb moment as the realisation strikes that this maltreatment is undoubtedly mutual and indeed causal. What goes around etc, etc…).

Anyway, the weather has perked up just a tad (with the exception of today – bah!) and I have spent considerable amounts of time (and not a little cash on new rhododendrons, hydrangeas, viburnums and a plethora of hostas) trying to cajole what was left of the garden into some sort of shape; to make it look at least a little bit cared for. As it turns out I can still only make a plea for a small percentage of the credit for the turnaround that has occurred – nature herself seeming to rebound from the hard winter with considerable vigour regardless of my efforts.

Either way, I thought you might like to see some pictures of the improvements.

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid Photo by Andy Dawson Reid Photo by Andy Dawson Reid Photo by Andy Dawson Reid Photo by Andy Dawson Reid Photo by Andy Dawson Reid Many thanks are due to two good souls who have contributed in no small degree to this renaissance. A long-time and most dear friend furnished us with three gorgeous stone Bhuddas, the which needed a good home as a result of an impending move:

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid …and our good Glaswegian (but also long-time Canadian) horticulturalist friend not only provided much good advice but also graciously allowed us to make use of his wholesale discount at Island View Nursery.

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid Our most grateful thanks to both…

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It would be remiss of me not to take this opportunity to congratulate Her Majesty, the Queen, on the occasion of her Platinum Jubilee. Whatever one’s opinions on the merits (or otherwise) of the monarchy itself – or of ways that it could and should evolve – I think only the most churlish would fail to acknowledge the nature and extent of Her Majesty’s service to the United Kingdom. I doubt that we will see her like again.

I was born almost two years after Elizabeth succeeded to the throne but only a little more than six months after her coronation. My first memories of the Queen – and indeed of royalty in general – came from watching black and white Pathe News footage with my mother and siblings in the British News Theatre cinema that once graced one end of the concourse at Waterloo station in London. I have what is clearly a false memory of watching footage of the coronation – though what we probably saw were references to it in the coverage of Princess Margaret’s wedding to Anthony Armstrong-Jones seven years later in 1960. This was the first royal wedding to be televised but, as we did not acquire a TV set for getting on for another decade, mother made occasional use of the Waterloo cinema when in town to keep abreast of such events.

The Silver Jubilee in 1977 largely passed us by. We knew that there were street parties (though not in the ‘Grove’ in which my parents lived) but us young folk were too wrapped up in music, theatre and each other to pay much mind to the celebrations. It was also the time of the Sex Pistols and ‘Anarchy in the UK’ – which may have had something to do with it.

In 2002 – the year of the Golden Jubilee – I did actually engage with events, spending a day in London and joining the crowds on The Mall for the big concert that was held in the grounds of Buckingham Palace. The whole of The Mall and much of St James’ Park had been equipped with huge video screens and a sound system that was surprisingly good for such a large event. Though not in the concert grounds themselves it still felt like being part of the whole occasion, particularly when Brian May of Queen played the National Anthem from the palace rooftops and when the Queen joined us all in The Mall for the fireworks.

The following day saw a big procession from the Guildhall back to the palace after which we all watched a spectacular flypast of Spitfires, Hurricanes and a Lancaster – followed by the stunning sight of a Concorde surrounded by a flight of the Red Arrows. I was watching this part of the proceedings at home on TV and got to see the flypast twice, because my apartment in Buckinghamshire was in a direct line with The Mall twenty miles away. We were, as a result, directly under the flightpath for the parade of aircraft as they dispersed.

As for the Diamond Jubilee in 2012 I have two impressions – the first is of that wet and windy water pageant that took place largely on the Thames and was something of a damp squib all ways round. The second is that the event was totally overshadowed a little later in the year by the London Olympics. Bad planning, guys!

As for the Platinum Jubilee…? Well – it is hard not to see in it elements of the coming transition. The Queen will not see another Jubilee even should she live to be 100 and more. Here in Canada it is difficult not to feel rather remote from it all.

Many in Canada respect and love The Queen, though I’m not sure that many think that she or her successors should be heads of state for this young nation. Though something of a royalist myself I would agree with those who feel this way, but even earnest Canadian republicans are too damned polite to do anything serious about it.

 

Alan White
1949 – 2022
Vangelis Papathanassiou
1943 – 2022
RIP

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It is with great sadness that I find myself reflecting on the passing of two giants of the musical scene – drummer Alan White and keyboard player and composer Vangelis Papathanassiou – each of whom featured heavily in the evolution of popular music over the last five decades and thus its influence on those who follow it. For me this was the period during which my own musical tastes were formed.

Alan White joined a favourite band of my younger years – Yes – in 1972, replacing the much loved Bill Bruford. Famously, Yes were about to tour the US (a tour which formed the backbone of the live album – YesSongs) and White had three days to learn their complex material. Fortunately he was no novice, being already known for his work with John Lennon and Yoko Ono’s Plastic Ono Band, as well as for Ginger Baker’s Air Force, Joe Cocker and George Harrison.

I first saw Yes live in London in 1975, at Loftus Road (the home of soccer club Queen’s Park Rangers). Another well known member of the band – Rick Wakeman – had left before the recording of their then latest album – Relayer – and they had invited Vangelis (who had at that point been part of Aphrodite’s Child with Demis Roussos) to replace him. Vangelis turned the band down (being, apparently, reluctant to travel) so I saw them in 1975 with Patrick Moraz on keyboards.

Vangelis – who is probably best known for his celebrated award-winning soundtracks for films such as Chariots of Fire and Bladerunner – did eventually team up with Yes’s vocalist – Jon Anderson – as the successful duo Jon and Vangelis.

It is always sad to mark the passing of one’s ‘heroes’ and they will both be sadly missed.

 

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In my last post I mused upon the categorisation of musical genres – the choice of which is an essential task that must be tackled should one be considering offering one’s musical endeavours to the wider world. Folk like to know what they are getting!

That I am considering this now is because the Chanteuse and I are in the midst of our preparations to release into the wild our third collection of songs as Anam Danu (much more on that later) and we need to be fully prepared.

With regard to musical genres Wikipedia (naturally!) carries an extensive list of categories and sub-categories, to which I shall refer as I share my thoughts on just how we could – and perhaps should – describe our offerings.

The problem with all of this categorisation is that – as it struggles to cope with an ever evolving field – it tends towards the extremes. By this I mean that the defined genres and sub-genres tend either to be really quite specific, or far too broad to be very much use. At the top level it is not too difficult – for example – to determine what is meant by ‘blues’, or ‘country’, or ‘hip hop’ – though of course as ever the exception proves the rule. ‘Pop’ – on the other hand – is such a broad ‘catch-all’ category that it gets used to label anything that doesn’t easily fit into other categories.

The same applies as soon as one ventures into the field of sub-genres: ‘operatic pop, or ‘K-pop’ are really pretty specific. ‘Alternative’ – on the other hand – basically applies to anything that doesn’t fit into any other existing category. This can, by some definitions, include all sorts of extremely well established acts that have always just been that bit different and thus stand outside the mainstream. The term ‘indie’ is sometimes used interchangeably with ‘alternative’, though other sources consider it to be quite different.

My instinct – with regard to Anam Danu – is to stick with both ‘pop’ and ‘alternative’, but I quite like also to include the term ‘adult’. Wikipedia has list of ‘adult alternative’ artists (drawn from tracks played on Adult Album Alternative radio stations) which would seem to include most of the people that I consider to be my influences.

The trouble is – as I say – this use of genres still doesn’t really describe the music, thus obliging one to try to come up with something else – a tag line, if you like – that is a bit more descriptive.

I quite like the phrase ‘cinematic pop’ – because much of our music has a sort of filmic quality – though I see that that term has been adopted by a project which describes itself as a ‘classical crossover’ (this stuff is all so difficult!)…

Perhaps we should adopt the genre ‘adult alternative’ and say that we create ‘widescreen cinematic pop’…

…or perhaps not!

Maybe the gentle reader has other (polite!) suggestions…

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Independent musicians are – in this technologically advanced era – blessed with a plethora of online resources (courtesy of the ever-present InterWebNet) by which means their musical lives and careers may be facilitated. This is especially noticeable to those who have been ploughing this particular furrow since – for example – the 1970s (Who? Me??).

I was reminded again of this fact just a week or so back as I was watching a most useful podcast authored by one of the many generous educators who now make freely (as much as anything is really free!) available their hard-earned wisdom online for the benefit of rest of us humble musical souls.

This particular lesson concerned what the author described as the second most difficult thing that aspiring musicians and collectives must do; explaining at the same time why it was critical nonetheless that they do it.

The most difficult thing is – of course – choosing a name under which to operate. Some bands split up before even getting started under the pressure of finding, agreeing and adopting a moniker that has not been used and abused previously elsewhere.

The second most difficult thing is – you will probably be unsurprised to hear – answering that inevitable question: “So – what sort of music do you play?”. The great majority of musicians – faced with this diabolical inquisition – will mumble on for a while about how their music really isn’t like anything else on the planet, before finishing with the imprecation: “You’ll just have to listen to it and judge for yourself (Man!)”.

Whilst I certainly sympathise (as would anyone who has found themselves doing the same thing… repeatedly!) I have to agree with the podcaster, whose strongly expressed opinion was that – if one really expects members of the wider public to lend an ear to one’s musical meanderings – the least one can do is to give them the best possible idea of what they might expect to hear.

Fair enough, say I!

There are – fortunately – a number of tools that go at least some way to aiding the recalcitrant musical categoriser. The InterWebNet can provide one with a seemingly comprehensive (oh that there were truly such a thing) list of musical genres, organised as a fairly shallow hierarchy. One starts with such basic categories as ‘rock’, ‘pop’, ‘blues’, ‘country’ and so forth, before moving on to a seemingly endless plethora of sub-categories that aim to add some detail to the broad generic groupings.

So – what might that mean in the case of Anam Danu? Check back shortly for part two of this posting to find out.

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Image by Khamkéo VilaysingI wrote recently in rather gloomy terms on the subject of the less than stellar performance thus far this year of the weather gods… at least where this corner of Vancouver Island is concerned. Spring and/or summer (assuming that they eventually do turn out to be distinct seasons) have yet to put in an appearance. Temperatures in this usually clement corner of the world continue to lurk some five to six degrees Celsius below the usual average for the time of year and the endless rainfall does seem actually to have… no… end!

…and that really sucks!

Sadly, that isn’t the end of the bad weather news.

A quick search for ‘storms‘ in the archives for this blog will reveal that during the fall and winter seasons here on the island such phenomena are regular occurrences. They cause a certain amount of mild havoc – power outages – branches falling from trees – bins overturned… that sort of thing… but beyond that they are pretty much accepted as just part of the rich tapestry that is living in a country that is yet largely wilderness. Such events, however, are considerably less well tolerated in the supposedly balmy springtime and summer seasons (not that we have seen either yet!).

Today we had an extensive and unseasonal wind storm that included gusts of up to 90Kph. We had a three hour power outage – branches fell from the trees into our newly coiffured garden – our bins were blown over!

Bah!

I was in the studio working on some music. No power = no studio, however, so that was the end of that!

The other thing that I should be doing is working in the garden; amongst other things on planting out the recently purchased replacements (more on that later) for the various flora that we lost during the unpleasantly lingering harsh winter. I do draw the line, however, at venturing forth when repeated squally showers soak one to the skin and tempest-like gusts of wind threaten to bring large branches down upon one’s tender head.

It does look as though we might get a few sunny days now, but in gardening terms it will take me all that time just to get us back to where we were before the storm. At this rate the garden will be just about ready in time for this year’s fall storm season!

I’m afraid that it didn’t take me long to get back onto the subject of the weather… did it?

Sorry!

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Like everyone else’s our lives changed dramatically and unexpectedly a little more than two years ago when the rapid spread of the COVID-19 pandemic required us to re-evaluate how we lived – what might yet be possible and what no longer was.

How we saw the outside world changed almost overnight and our relationship with it became suddenly completely different. Where once we would have thought little of hopping our way around the globe with the insouciance of seasoned travellers the outside world had abruptly become a dangerous place from which – once one had sallied forth – one might not return unscathed.

Entirely logical fears about exposure to infection meant that the bounds of our existence became dramatically narrowed – like the walls closing in on one. For a while we found it hard to countenance the thought of venturing outside our own neighbourhood – let alone of leaving the island. It was more than a year before we plucked up the courage to cross the Georgia Strait to the mainland for the first time. We mostly found ourselves only too happy to remain safely in our own little cocoon.

Further the thought of sitting for hours cooped up with other people in a metal tube over the Atlantic filled us with horror – not helped by the lurid reports of increased incidences of ‘air-rage’ over such trivialities as mask-wearing etiquette. We were clearly nowhere near ready to venture forth again into the great unknown…

…and yet – this year something has shifted.

In part this change came about because we had visitors from abroad – not once, but twice! In the first instance (as trailed in this post) dear friends from England called us with the news that they were coming to Victoria in February for a job interview. We were excited at the prospect of seeing them again but also of the possibility that they might eventually once again become neighbours. As it turned out that didn’t happen – the job opportunity proving not to be all that it was cracked up to be – but we did spend a very happy few days entertaining our friends and being briefed by them as to the essential aspects of international travel in a post-COVID world.

We then had another most pleasant communication from an old theatre friend of mine. I had not seen this particular thespist since he moved to the US way back in the last century, though we do still trade yearly Christmas newsletters between Victoria and New York. He and his partner (and his partner’s mother) were planning a trip to visit friends in Seattle and – having ventured so close – would have considered it a shame not to come that little bit further to visit us. We were – naturally – completely delighted and once again enjoyed a wonderful few days of sightseeing, dining, making (or re-making) acquaintance and – of course – of much reminiscing.

These two visitations did wonders at bringing us out of our shells a little bit and enabling us to contemplate actually heading back out into the wide blue yonder. An invitation to an event on the other side of the pond simply added to a growing conviction that it is – perhaps – once again time to think about travelling.

As they say – watch this space…

 

 

 

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