unclear

You wander.
We all do.

Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.

Unclear.

The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.

You simply have to find
the direction.

It is all in your hands.

gr@ffiti

              Anguish or confusion,
       sometimes it is the way.
     Anxiety takes over.
     What else can you say
    as you try to put aside all
    the feelings that dog you
anyway.   No pain today.
          Try as you might to
   see your way through.
    No pain.   Not today.

09/14/2023 j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
   I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
   Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
   He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
    Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
   The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
   At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
   It was quite an evening.
   What else can I say?

09/11/2023 j.g.l.

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Every Picture Tells A Story

Posted on September 21, 2016 by j.g.lewis // 1 Comment

An extended weekend of amazing live music and wonderful weather; well, musical performances so great that you forget about the rainy Saturday sandwiched between Friday and Sunday.

The Toronto Urban Roots Festival — in the middle of the city at the tail end of a long hot summer — welcomed performers from across the planet with enthusiastic crowds. With four stages stretched out at Fort York Garrison Commons, the diversity of the line-up meant there was something for every mood, every age and style. There was not a single disappointment to the weekend, not even the rain.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, I’ll just let the photographs tell the story.

Pictured below: The Hives, James Bay, Explosions in the Sky, Whitehorse, Lake Street Drive, The Sheepdogs, Matt Mays, The Sadies, Matthew Good, The New Pornographers.