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Can You Pronounce Guelph? This thing is really happening. Our meetings, rehearsals, long-range plans, and the debut at the historic El Mocambo have all been very exciting, but it wasn’t real for me until we stepped on stage at the River Run Theatre in Guelph, Ontario, a week ago Thursday.  This is the kind of…

Back In The Day I grew up in a house with a green roof and eaves. Most of the streets in my neighbourhood had names like Flanagan and Kilkenny. I lived with my father, two sisters and my brother Pat, who was sixteen months older than me. Still is. An Irish Setter ate and slept…

I’ve Got A Lot Of Nerve I’m still pretending to be a successful rock musician …. at my age! What about Keith Richards, Mick Jagger, Paul McCartney, and Ringo Starr? They’re all still performing. That’s different. Nobody doubts that they do have a lot of nerve and besides, they aren’t pretending. They remind me of…

Welcome to the beginning of another orbit around the sun. Allow me a few observations about the one we just finished.  Bring Me A Club After ten thousand years of civilization, in 2023, the human race was far from civil, with one brutal war held over and another beginning. In contrast to humanity’s brilliant advances…

SO, WHO IS THIS NEW GUY IN THE LIGHTFOOT BAND? Perhaps the introduction should be in his own words: Greetings, I am Andy Mauck, the luckiest guy in the world. Here’s why…….. In 1970, I heard “If You Could Read My Mind” on the radio. It grabbed my attention, more than any other music I…

To Settle Some Controversy Ken Friesen (Gord’s recording engineer) called me at home one fateful Monday afternoon in November of 1980 and said “Gord needs some piano. Can you get down to Eastern Sound in half an hour?”When I arrived at the studio, Gord and his band were working on a song called “My Love…

We never really left. When our leader and raison d’être, Gordon Lightfoot, passed away in early May of this year, it would seem to have been an excellent time to gather our trophies, write some memoirs, and go home to Netflix. We didn’t write or sing any of the tunes, and it was never any…

I started running again, sorta. After being amazingly disciplined with thirty years of getting off my piano playing sedentary ass and running three or four days a week, I stopped two years ago for no reason. Perhaps I thought there was something pathetic about an old fart in a white t-shirt, knee-length shorts, and Adidas,…

Hi Everyone! Allow me to crawl out from under this rock. With pasty white skin and squinty eyes, I’ll update you on my world. If you’re smart, you’ll go play computer Scrabble or sort your spam folder.  Since my last post, we (Barry, Rick, Carter, and me) played at the famed Mariposa folk festival in…

Decisions Gord Lightfoot had an interesting but not unsurprising take on when it’s appropriate to “call it a day” career-wise.  I’m paraphrasing here, but the gist was, “You don’t retire in this business; you just keep going until no one wants to hear you anymore.” Another way of putting it is: ”I can’t quit; I’m…