Showing posts with label Stewart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stewart. Show all posts

Friday, January 4, 2008

away in a manger...

I was supposed to be out with the girls tonight but sadly, I'm at home fighting off a cold. I'm determined to not let it get the better of me so I'm medicating myself and resting. I'm pretty exhausted and will be heading to bed soon. But before I do, here are some pictures of the gorgeous nativity scene that Christine & Stewart gave us for Christmas.

Not being a very religious person, the nativity scene was not a part of my Christmas decor. Honestly, I find most of them rather tacky. But this one is absolutely beautiful! I don't know who the artist is, but Christine found it somewhere in Waterloo, Ontario and there are quite a few ceramic artists in that area. I love the modern feel of this set. It's almost a shame that I'll be packing it up to sit in a box for the next 11 months.


the baby Jesus in the manger


dove & fish


three wise men

I'm off to bed. Night all.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

no surprise, no mystery

Lame, camera phone picture of an incredible night.

Last night Steve, Christine, Stewart and I went to see The Police perform at the Air Canada Centre in Toronto. I've always been a huge fan but last night, my love for Stewart, Andy & Sting was renewed and strengthened. They freakin' rocked the house!

Having never seen them live before I was completely blown away by their musical ability. Especially Stewart Copeland! He's an absolute monster on the drums! In addition to an amazing drum kit set up, he had a full array of percussion including countless cymbals, sound plates, timpani, crotales and a 60" gong! My absolute favourite moment in the show was "Wrapped Around Your Finger" when Copeland made full use of his gear. Sting and Summers were just as amazing. The trio played for nearly two hours solid and never let up. They played every song that I expected, plus a few pleasant surprises. The set list:

Message In a Bottle
Synchronicity II (yes!)
Walking On The Moon
Voices Inside My Head
When The World Is Running Down, You Make The Best Of What's Still Around
Don't Stand So Close To Me
Driven To Tears
Truth Hits Everybody
This Bed's Too Big Without You
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic (the first Police song I ever remember hearing)
Wrapped Around Your Finger (one of my most favourite songs ever)
De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da
Invisible Sun
Walking In Your Footsteps
Can't Stand Losing You
Roxanne

The encore consisted of:

King of Pain
So Lonely (another personal favourite)
Every Breath You Take
Next To You

I should also mention the opening act. Even though we only caught about half of their set, Fiction Plane was really good. Similar to The Police they are a trio whose singer has a rather unique vocal quality. Sound familiar? Well it should! Fiction Plane's lead singer and bass player is Joe Sumner, Sting's son. To me, the band sounds like a cross between The Police and Rush and I mean that in a very positive way! Once I got past the nepotism factor I was thoroughly impressed. In fact, I was impressed enough to download their latest recording from iTunes.

A fabulous night and one that I will remember fondly for a very long time. Now if only we could bring Freddie Mercury back for a Queen reunion tour...

Sunday, May 20, 2007

let 'em fly

Today I accompanied my friends Christine and Stewart and their beautiful 2 (almost 3) year old daughter Mackenzie to the Butterfly Conservatory in Niagara Falls.

WOW!

The first few minutes were completely overwhelming. You are immediately hit by humid air and the smell of thick vegetation and what must be thousands of butterflies flying around you. Every time I turned, they seemed to be flying straight toward me. Once I got my bearings, I was able to slowly walk through and admire these beautiful, delicate creatures. I was very happy to be taking my new camera for a test drive. (I love you 12 times optical zoom!) Here are a couple of samples. More are available for your viewing pleasure on my Flickr stream.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

sound of your voice, part 1

On Friday night, Steve and I and our friends, Christine (my best friend since high school) and Stewart (her darling husband) went to the Barenaked Ladies concert at the Air Canada Centre in Toronto. I've had the pleasure of seeing the Ladies four times now, most memorably on the Stunt tour when we sat front row at Massey Hall. One of my favourite bands in my most favourite music venue in Toronto. Priceless!

Last night's concert was unlike any BNL show I have ever attended. The vibe was totally different. Mellower, although they had just as much energy as at past shows. More mature, even though they were just a funny as ever. So what's changed?

A lot.

The band's latest release, Barenaked Ladies Are Me, takes them back to their independent roots. That's right boys and girls, no record company involved! The guys set up their own record label and took full control over their work. Instead of the standard 10-12 song disc, they released a 29 song set. Not only did they put these tunes out on physical CDs, they offered them for download and threw them on a USB drive (adorably titled "Barenaked on a Stick") that included some fun extras. It's important to mention that if you decided to go old school and purchase the physical CDs, you were only able to purchase half of the songs when they came out in the fall of 2006. You had to wait until early February 2007 to get the rest. Obviously the guys were encouraging their fans to use one of the new media methods. Well it worked for me. Up until this release, I owned every Barenaked Ladies recording in a physical format, including the groundbreaking yellow tape. Something about being able to look at my lovely pile of CDs and cassettes and say that I had all of BNL's recordings made me all warm and fuzzy. But when it came time to purchase Barenaked Ladies Are Me, it was a no-brainer. I wanted all of the songs and I wanted them now! My stack of CDs did not grow taller and I didn't miss that awesome feeling of tearing off the plastic and eagerly listening to each track while dissecting the lyrics and liner notes. I so thought I would miss that experience, but I didn't. I guess when it comes down to it, the other stuff doesn't matter. It's all about the music and how you connect to it.