Month: November 2008

You know, it’s funny. We’re mid moving house right now, I’m up to my ears in boxes and cleaning products and yet, the thought of performing both tonight and tomorrow night at the Moose – far from being exhausting – is the only thing keeping me hangin’ in there! I’m so excited, our team has a secret theme tonight – I tried my costume on last week and could not stop laughing just wearing it. I’ll try to post some pics after the event. It’s the Grand Final tonight, our team made it in by a nose – whatever happens…

Read the PostLoose Moose Shenanigans this weekend!

Wow, wow, wow. My¬†undoubted sensai¬†and musical improv guru Michael Pollock has just posted this warm fuzzy blurb about one of my improvised songs on MusicalImprov.com – to say it made my innards glow with goo is a massive, massive understatement. So very, very cool…agh! When I say Michael Pollock wrote the book on musical improv, I’m speaking literally. He’s written several books on the subject and I don’t believe I’m stretching to say he’s regarded as one of the USA’s leading experts on the subject. I had the incredibly life-time high of working with Michael in a musical improv intensive…

Read the PostMusical Improv site (or: ‘The best compliment I’ve ever been bestowed’)

Tonight marked our first official Christmasy thing – well, for Miss Five and I at least, sadly Papa Bear and Mister Four have been struck very ill this past coupla days. And you know what? I know it’s as cheesy as poutine (which, might I add, I’ve vowed never to try: fries are heaven. You don’t mess with heaven. That is all) but the thing is, all the hot chocolating, carolling, horse-carriage riding, even damnwell reindeer patting – and I’m not kidding, those things were REAL!!! – well, a little piece of my heart melted tonight. Which was a good…

Read the PostGoshdarnit, I think my Christmas spirit has returned!

So we do this thing in our household where every birthday, Christmas or donation-of-hand-me-downs-from-friends that comes around, I rally up the pint-sized troops to clear out their own collection. Whereupon, we motor on down to our local charity bin, dump the lot, Mummy feels a lot better about moving in the clutter-free direction and toasts a champagne to her awesomeness. Miss Six is a dream at this, so completely un-materialistic in fact, that her specific instructions to me this week were exactly this: “I pretty much don’t want anything of mine. Except my babies.” So, while my daughter had no…

Read the PostWe are living in a material world. And my son is a material…nutbag.