Heart Attack and Vine- ukulele Tom Waits cover

Yup, it's Tom Waits on a ukulele... perhaps a little bit sinful.. but then again, it's Tom Waits.

Adele - ukulele covers.

One and Only.

Someone Like You.

Super Bass

I decided to jump on the band wagon and cover Super Bass... seeing as it's one of the few "up-to-date" songs I've been exposed to, my choice for a ''radio cover'' was few and far between. Please note: I by no means think I can rap... Perhaps I should just give a pre-apology as opposed to saying "Enjoy".

Long time - No post.

I've been m.i.a. It's been, I'll say. I suppose every once in a while everyone needs a break from things, the internet, life in general. I guess this shall mark my official return back to the world of the internets. Prepare to be overwhelmed by youtube covers.



A Cautionary Tale/Girl With One Eye.

A ukelele cover of the Florence and the Machine song, Girl With One Eye.

A ukulele cover of the Decemberists song, A Cautionary Tale.



INSTRUCTIONS: (in order to receive full entertainment value)
-Watch the top film first, through to the end!
-Watch the second film to fulfill your curiousity!

Please note: No hedgehogs were harmed in the making of this film:)


Two little ditties.

Two new songs, yay for new writings.

Lyrics for the top video, titled The Scales:

My heavy, heavy heart
Never knows where to start
With my heavy, heavy soul
And no known barrings home

My heavy, heavy mind
Always pulling, reliving times
With my heavy, heavy thoughts
That don't know when, just when to stop

Please I beg
For lighter days
And my heart to stray
From my heads ways

These heavy, heavy times
It's always me they seem to find
My heavy, heavy friends
What's a start when there's an end?

My heavy, heavy tears
Rivers built over the years
My heavy, heavy ways
How soon will come some lighter days

Please I beg
For lighter days
And my heart to stray
From my heads ways


Lyrics for the bottom video, titled So Long:

Goodbye old days of mine
Useless, wasted time
I won't be needing you no more

I've grown tired of things
People, places, things
Oh I could really use some fresh air

Change my number, change my name
Moving on and staying sane
The grass is greener, over here my dear

Thanks for the photographs
Just another box to pack
I'll keep it, but only God knows why

Places to see, untraveled roads
No reason to stay, just many to go
The grass is greener, over here my dear

Change my number, change my name
Moving on now, and staying sane
The grass is greener, over here my dear


Introducing Noah!

This is Noah, my little baby. He's more of a dog than a hedgehog. He will drag tasty shoes to hidden corners, and have himself a picnic... holes in shoes included. Yesterday while I was down the hall to powder my nose, I returned to find Noah face first into a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips... when I called his name he emerged from the bag, chip in mouth, finished his chip and wandered off... What a guy. 
His new favourite pass time: bobbing for raspberries in his water dish :)


I want to shoot zombies!

Why is it that when you need someone to be there, to care, they aren't? When you need them to take note that you exist, they don't? Following suite you roll with not existing. But as soon as you make effort to disappear, properly, they suddenly notice!? All I can think of right now, is that I WANT TO SHOOT ZOMBIES! I need me a Wii.

I would like to make a note, to the few people who may read this, to every person who has ever uttered the words to me, or to the people guilty of ever saying them to anyone themselves: "Time heals all wounds" = complete hooey.

I didn't think it was physically possible to miss someone this much, for this long. But it is. Missing someone is it's own form of cancer. It eats at you, never leaves, let's you think that you can have good days-days that seem like everything will be okay.... but then  it creeps back in, just to remind you that it's there, that it's going to stay. I spend so much time thinking, in the wonderful words of The Band, "please darken my door". But no, the logical side of my brain has told me it is only a pipe dream. I stand waiting at the other side of my door, with open arms, for the return of my love- ready and willing to let everything else go, to start again from that long awaited sight and smile. I know, and fear that my arms will never again be met: Not by the one I hope for. Hope. Hope- that sick little teasing thing in the back of my head.

Tomorrow the sun will rise, and I will rise with it. I will put on my shoes, put on my "today is a new day" face, and walk happily towards my bicycle. And ride, as if I were in the front seat of a '73 VW van headed to the coast. I will sit, in the sun, under a tree, in the park which has made itself my second home, with my book, my sketch pad, my music, and an apple.

And I will dream.


Tighten Up

A ukulele cover of The Black Keys song Tighten Up.

The Trapeze Swinger

A ukulele cover of Sam Beam's (Iron and Wine) amazing song The Trapeze Swinger.

His beyond beautiful lyrics are as follows:

Please, remember me
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range,
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention

Please, remember me
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then
They went on to say
That the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti
Like 'We'll meet again'
And 'Fuck the man'
And 'Tell my mother not to worry'
And angels with their gray
Were always done in such a hurry

Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world
And then returned
And now you're lit up by the city

Please, remember me
In the window of the tallest tower call
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Leave and resonate
Just like the gates
Around the holy kingdom
With words like 'Lost and Found' and 'Don't Look Down'
And 'Someone Save Temptation'

Please, remember me
As in the dream
We had as rug-burned babies
Among the fallen trees
And fast asleep
Aside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like
And even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see
A trapeze
Swing as high as any savior

Please, remember me
My misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain
And chasing trains
The colored birds above there running
In circles round the well
And where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter's
So bright with cinder gray
And spray paint
'Who the hell can see forever?'

Please, remember me
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees
You turn from me
And said 'The trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last'
The clown that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs
The parking lot
Had an element of danger

Please, remember me
And all my uphill clawing
My dear
But if i make
The pearly gates
Do my best to make a drawing
Of G-d and Lucifer
A boy and girl
An angel kissing on a sinner
A monkey and a man
A marching band
All around the frightened trapeze swinger


Cry Me a River

Not the Justin Timberlake song!
This is a ukulele cover of Ella Fitzgerald's version of Cry Me a River.


My Body's a Zombie For You.

A ukulele cover Sam and I played around with one evening, the song is called My Body's a Zombie For You by the band Dead Man's Bones. Not at all perfect, but still a fun tune.

I love Ketchup :)

I don't know if you can see it (the heart) or not, but this made my day. I always knew my love for ketchup was a mutual love.



Out with the old, in with the new..... this applies to my hair as well.


This is an original song, titled 'Call Me Crazy'.

"I'm headed into harms way. That's where I'll be headed until my dying day.
It's what you do to me. Call it crazy. Call it crazy.
I've been searching, for something true. And I'll keep searching, although I've already found you.
It's what you do to me. Call me crazy. Call me crazy.
Am I searching for something that can not be found?
I hear what they say about the second time 'round.
It's okay baby, we were fine from the start: Everything except all those crazy parts.
It's what you do to me. Call me crazy. I'm just crazy. "
Repeat chorus


You can do that: have a favourite wall. 
You can have a favourite anything as far as I'm concerned.



Toronto's own Textura was the live jazz entertainment for the Imprompteuse 2: Burlesque Improv show, last Sunday February the twentieth. The show was held at The Augusta House in Kensington Market, and needless to say was a great success. 

Textura is:The lovely and sexy Lieke Van Der Voort (vocals), the tasteful and amazing Eric Rogerson (guitar), the groovy and brilliant Hayden Farrar (bass), and splendid and always on time Julien D. Bigras (drums). Standing in on bass for the evening with his tasty walking lines was Wesley Allen.


IMPROMPTEUSE 2: Burlesque Improv!

What an amazing show!

These performers never fail to put on a good show! 
The photographs are from the Sunday February 20th show at The Augusta House in Kensington Market. 
Some of the performers included:
Red Herring, Frenchie Fatale, Paralee Pearl, Lucky Minx, Belle Jumelles, 
Rubie LaFramboise, Lucky Fremont....
And my all time two favourites Trixi Jones and Mickey D Liscious!



New Earrings!


Feast your eyes on these new creations!

I am in love with the two pairs of rose earrings! (I think they just may be my two new favourites). The beaded ones were just for fun.