After a two-year hiatus from live performances (thanks to a certain global pandemic that shall remain unnamed), my band will be playing a show in the New Year. February 12 at the Princeton Pub in Vancouver, to be specific, along with Hotel Empress and Doom Cocoon. More details as I get them. Peep the poster … Continue reading The starling effect returns
When I worked at the Georgia Straight, I wrote about music. A lot. It was one of my main beats. Since then, I have done very little writing about music, but thanks to the Vancouver Guardian, I recently had the chance to write a short article about local-band-made-good Mother Mother. Check it out. I have … Continue reading Back in the music-writer saddle: mother mother
Just a little instrumental track my son and I concocted for your festive listening. Bonus points to anyone who knows what the title references. Stars of Stone · Christmas Hobgoblins
As many of you know, I am a musician. Well, sometimes. It’s not how I make my living, but it has been one of my main creative outlets for many years. My 12-year-old son, Wolfgang, is a huge music fan. He is fascinated by all aspects of music-making, from time signatures to production. He has … Continue reading Making music with my kid
Threepio has certainly taken Daniels to some enviable places. How many actors can say that they have dined with the king and queen of Jordan, conducted the London Symphony Orchestra, been a presenter at the Oscars, and appeared on Sesame Street four times?
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From what I can tell, with my new certificate and about $10 I can get a Grande Chestnut Praline Latte at Starbucks.
By coincidence (or maybe not), the harder Sigur Rós played, the harder the rain fell.
Tom lasted eight-and-a-half months on the road before the inevitable firing, long enough for him to capture his brother and the rest of the National at their best (and occasionally their worst) with the handheld camera he just happened to have with him.
You’d never know it from his on-stage swagger—he looks as comfortable in the spotlight as the natural-born rock star his voice and six-string chops suggest he is—but Ryan Guldemond considers himself an introvert.