Day: March 1, 2010

Slick visuals and a rousing script recommend this thought-provoking late night infomercial.

A friendly reminder for those who are interested: I’m playing a show on Sunday, March 7th at Mackenzie Hall. That’s not very far away anymore. Yikes.

I started out with a setlist of about seventy songs. I’ve been refining and whittling things down from there. I don’t know if I’ll play everything on my final setlist, but I figure it’s better to have more material ready than I need, and then I’m just going to go with it and see what happens. The evening will either be a glorious success or a dire mess, but it should be interesting either way. No matter what happens, it won’t be your average show. And if you don’t reach for the stars, how can you ever expect to rip your pants with style? That’s what I always like to say. And by “always” I obviously mean “just this once”. And by “say” I obviously mean “type”.

I was taking advance requests, but it’s getting a little close to the wire, so I think the request lines are officially closed now. To the eight or so people who made requests — if I see you at the show, I will probably play what you asked me to. And if I don’t, I will dedicate something else to you that has nothing to do with the song you wanted to hear and you will be moved to tears. Only not. Because you’ll probably be angry and feel like spitting in whatever I’m drinking. But if I see you there and I don’t play the song(s) you requested, it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It just means I didn’t end up getting to those songs in the set.

It’s going to be very much a playing-it-by-ear sort of affair, and what happens will depend on how things are feeling for me and how the audience is responding. I may stick to the script, or I may take off on long flights of improvised fancy, depending on how confident I’m feeling and how well it’s going. I really won’t know what’s going to happen until it’s in the process of happening.

Doors open at 6:00 p.m. and the music starts at 7:00. Admission is free. Stuff to drink is free. CDs are free. The plan was to have a bunch of homemade box sets for anyone who wanted to dig a bit deeper, but I’ve had trouble finding enough boxes that are appropriate in size or appearance, so there will also be some bag sets. That’s right. you heard me. Hey…don’t knock my bags. I think they’re pretty spiffy. Sure, boxes are ideal, but these will do for now.

I’ll also have some posters in case anyone wants one of those. Not that I think you’d want to have my mug displayed for all to see on your bedroom wall, but I guess you never know. I ended up printing a lot more than I needed, so if anyone wants one, let me know. Or feel free to just show up and grab one.

I’ve said this before, but I feel it’s worth repeating: this is not a show where the starting time is just a rough guideline. Show up at 9:00 and you’ll end up pretty much missing the whole show. I understand most people like to wait until a bar fills up before playing, but Mackenzie Hall is not a bar, and I make the same amount of money (none) whether the place is packed to the gills or completely empty. I might wait until 7:15 or so in case some people get there a bit late, but an early show is not an early show if it starts two hours past the advertised start time. So 7:00 means 7:00, and if you want to catch the whole thing and grab something to drink before it gets underway, I suggest you get there a bit early.

Maybe I’ll see you there. Or maybe you’ll be at home watching the Academy Awards on television. But if you live in or around Windsor and you’ve been wanting to see and hear me play my own stuff live, there’s about a 99% chance this the only time it’s going to happen this year. It’s definitely the only time I’ll be playing in such an intimate, real-acoustic-piano-equipped setting for the foreseeable future.

I’m not counting the private concerts I play for myself at home with my own piano. Sometimes Chantal Kreviazuk shows up for those, but not often. She gets tired of me asking her questions about Avril after a while.

On a different note, it turns out I’m free to discuss the mysterious thing I mentioned a few days ago that I wasn’t sure if I should talk about yet. I wanted to check with the man in charge before I said anything to make sure I got his go-ahead. I did that, and he told me to go ahead. So here I go. Ahead.

Josh Kolm (who has commented here a few times recently and hosts the great show Trapper Radio on CJAM) is in the process of making a short form documentary film…about me. To say I was surprised by this development is a bit of an understatement. Thankfully, Josh seems to be interested in who I really am and what I really do, instead of getting caught up in the weird mystique that’s built up around me. I’m not sure when exactly the film will be finished or how it will be released, but I’ll keep you posted, and maybe I’ll even have a trailer to put up here at some point.

A good chunk of the filming has been finished already. It’ll be interesting to see how it’s constructed, and surreal for me to see people talking about me like I’m someone important. Think for a second about watching a film — of any length — that makes you its subject and includes talking heads (no, not the Talking Heads) discussing you. Pretty crazy. If the working title ends up sticking, I think you’ll get a kick out of it. It’s very apt.

Also, LOVE SONGS FOR NIHILISTS is at #2 on the CJAM charts for the second week in a row. Craziness.