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Some readers have brought it to my attention that they are having problems leaving comments. Some say that they aren’t being allowed to leave any and others say the comment section doesn’t even exist. I’ve contacted my IT people about it and they’re at a loss. What would help is to know how widespread the…

I haven’t much time to elaborate. I have a full dance card today but I’ll talk more about this soon. This is an example of the remote recording I’ve been doing during the pandemic.  It’s a cross Atlantic production. A German producer, Douglas Graham  sent me a vocal and guitar track of a tune by…

I have a little time on my hands like most people these days. Sometimes to amuse myself, I dig back into my past and view some of my life events like they were movies. It takes little effort as I have a type of episodic memory that can retrieve events in detail, complete with sounds,…

Off To A Rip-Roaring Stop We finally got a break from the rigid Canadian travel rules and took the show out to Chicago, Davenport, and Clear Lake, Iowa.  For the record, I’m completely in favour of these careful measures.  As I said in an earlier post, getting into the US is no more of a…

Hi EveryoneWell, it’s been a long wait, and nobody’s avoiding the tick-tock of the old biological clock, but we (Gord and band) are planning on going back out on tour. This is contingent, of course, on how restrictive the border will be in the next few months. The US is pretty much open for business,…

Out Of The Blue In mid-May of 1980, I got a call from a friend I hadn’t seen or heard from in four years. The last time we had spoken was August 1976, and I had no idea what she’d been doing, where she was living etc. Her name was Mary-Lu Zahalan. She said she…

I can see by Google analytics that there are many hits on my blog, but nobody’s leaving comments anymore. I’m not looking for support necessarily, tell me I’m full of shit if you like. But feedback of any kind gives me incentive. Let it rip. If you’re shy, message me at  mikeheff45@gmail.com    I won’t post…

In May of 1978, I got a call from Marc Jordan. I’d known him since the first year I worked with Shirley Eikhard when he opened for us at the National Arts Centre in Ottawa.  “How busy are you?”  He was riding high on a critically acclaimed album for Warner Bros., and was continuing an…