I’ve been spending the last weeks listening to the rough studio mixes of the new album. I’m very happy with the outcome. In that time I’ve decided on a tracking order. We Have Done This Before Hume Park Landfill Dead On New Years Hornets Roll Heavy All The Time In The World Night Orders The opening track is over nine minutes in length.

I sold my vintage 335 to my friend Tony. I know it’s going to a good home.

A wasp joined the photo. I’m worried about him as it seems he can’t fly. I hope he’s all right.

If you’re in the GTA, hope to see you tomorrow at the CNE. We go on at 8:30. Bring your singing voices!

Edward Costello was my great, great, great (plus more) Grandfather. He fought in the Napoleonic War in the 95th Rifles and would write a book about his experiences during it. He would later become a Yeoman at The Tower of London. If you’ve ever seen the television series Sharpe with Sean Bean, it’s a fictionalized account of a company within the 95th Rifles. If you’re interested, the book is available on Amazon.

Dolly Parton passed today. When I read the news I slowly began to weep. She was an absolute giant, in more ways than one. Her music was phenomenal.

Going into to record a new record in the fall. That said, I’ve been going over several songs from the past that I firmly believe should have got their due. I was talked out of doing them and believe to this day the wrong decision was made. They are as follows… We Have Done This Before, We Will Do It Again Night Orders Hornets Die Like King Bad Pennies (new lyrics, different name) I know that a lot of you have heard the original demos online. But reimagined in the studio I can

1961 Omega Seamaster automatic. Brand new official Omega alligator strap with the original 1961 clasp attached.

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The Fine Art Of Falling Apart has always ranked high in my personal estimation. I wrote it in just over an hour. I recorded it in one live take. Sometimes things just work out. I can’t remember how I felt on the day I wrote it or what magic was present. It was one of those things that just came to me. I’m thankful that it did. I remember recording it with Zach and having done just the one take was somewhat fraught. The vocals were flat and sharp here and there, but in the end

As long as there is beauty There is something to fight for There is nothing stopping us But ourselves Every morning the light comes Every night we sleep through the darkness Which, ultimately, is more important? We are servants of a single place Though divided we cannot escape it Without each other we are nothing Hold to that

Stalingrad. The deadliest example of urban warfare in human history. The siege of Stalingrad lasted 199 days. In that time an estimated 1.2 to 3 million individuals lost their lives. The battle of Stalingrad would alter the war in Europe entirely. When Russian forces met at Kalach on November 23, 1942, the fate of the Third Reich was sealed. From that point forward the Germans would primarily fight a rear guard action which would ultimately result in the Russians taking Berli

In advance of the launch of the new site I’ve posted a bunch of entries so that there’s something here. So please do go to the Mblog link in the menu and peruse them. Yes, there’s a lot of watch stuff. It’s a hobby I’ve become infatuated with. But just ignore those if you find watches boring. Krook Back in the day I used to sit at a proper computer and write. Now I sit in a rough old chair and write with my right thumb on a phone. Sometimes I feel like Mr. Krook. Purpose I’m

Of all Good family folklore, the story of the Chital and the tiger is greatest. It begins with great grandfather being asked to track and kill an injured tiger that, given its condition, had started to attack field workers. After attempting to track the tiger in the area with little success he decided the best chance of subduing it was to kill a Chital and place it in a clearing that the tiger was known to frequent. So for maybe a week that’s what he did. But keeping awake th

Friend of the family, a government official, and a man that never wore shoes - not even at the club in a tuxedo. To say that he was eccentric beyond all measure would be an understatement. His actions were those of a huntsman and a highly skilled negotiator. As a hunter he would remain motionless for hours with salt in his hand to entice elephants. Once they were close enough he would fire his gun immediately dropping them. It was a despicable practice, but a story my father

Great grandfather John was a no nonsense man. He drove trains, he hunted wounded or threatening Bengal tigers, and raised sons who would become some of the best marksmen in India. Of course, he hilariously exasperated my great grandmother’s patience, which leads us to the first great family tale. Dad was always unclear on whether it was a kill required because the tiger was injured or not, nevertheless it didn’t stop my great grandfather from having the bearers bring it back

I want to begin this entry by saying that I will pay for what I’m about to go over. It’s that important to me. Dear San Diego The short stories in the Dear San Diego series may have been my finest. Actually, they were absolutely my finest. For some idiotic reason I did not back them up, wholly my fault. These days I’m aware that finding obscure information on the internet is nowhere near as difficult as it once was. That said, and as said at the beginning of the entry, if any

My 1961 Omega Seamaster. It is the second oldest watch that I own after my 1959 Timex 100.