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Ahh December, end of the year, end of a day, end of minute. This month was the grand finale to a year which saw almost 50 gigs. To celebrate I think I may hibernate for January/February and re-immerge in March 2014 a completely different singer-songwriter performer. December’s climax was 4 straight gigs in a row, and the toll on my voice was so apparent that by the last show of the year (Dec.23^rd) I had a healthy supply of Apple Cider Vinegar mixed with honey, lemon, ginger and red hot sauce next to me for support. Happy xmas.

Next Shows: Nov.6th Bier Markt Don Mills Mall 8:30pm, Nov.16th Fionn MacCools Yonge/Davisville 9:30pm, Nov.21st Fionn MacCools Britania 8:30pm, Nov.28th Fionn MacCools Winston Churchill 8:00pm.

When does a gig, stop being a ‘gig’, and becomes an event? When you play a great golf course lounge. That’s what I did twice in late October at the world renowned ‘Glen Abbey Golf Course’, where I played in their beautiful Eighteen Lounge and Restaurant to professional golfers and exclusive club members. While bar mitzvah, weddings were going on in the hall beside me, I was doing every hit from 1961 to around 1988 to appease every demographic present while they ate their dinner, or sipped their martinis. A common sign language occurrence would happen as I would get a ‘thumbs up’, ‘head nod’, ‘eye blink’ from patrons as they listened. As I’d perform, I’d also stare out of a large window, which had a fantastic view of the golf course, and a ‘RBC Canadian Open’ sign, it was a pretty mind-blowing. Four!

Anything can happen when you a play a gig (or sometimes nothing at all). On a rainy Friday night in suburb of Milton, I played a great pub called Ned Devine’s. The first half of the night I played in a party room for a 40^th bday party (i.e. hey, remember this song from 1985), the 2^nd half of the night, I played in the main room to the Milton general public (who were in Grade 8 probably around 1991). I guess there must have been something in the rain, because I’ve never seen a crowd get so into the songs I was playing (dancing, singing, crying, screaming, ok, maybe not crying). I was offered 3 times to play at random house parties (there’s a lot of houses in Milton to do that), and offered to come back to Ned Devine’s in 2014. A wet night indeed.