Author Archives: rdavies

A noble, reasonable successful 2004 CBC effort to run a series based on viewers’ votes for the top Canadian person ever. No women in the top 10, though there were some in the top 100 of our 300+ year history. (I doubt … Continue reading →

My son, kindergarten picture. (We were all young once.)

“A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master gardener of his soul, the director of his life.” ………………….. Relative to the previous post: “Very well then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.” –Walt Whitman

“GIFS and Emojis are ‘creative’ ‘extenders’ of expression, language, communicators of thought and feeling, and visual, of course, as opposed to words, language. This is all part of a longer trend (started by movies, musicals, and then online stuff of … Continue reading →

What a treat! My son and I are taking in a show by probably the last great jazz pianist at the wonderful Yardbird Suite. Kenny Barron, (left) who accompanied the great Stan Getz (right) in his last years. Barron creates large … Continue reading →

“A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.”

Father-Son, last Saturday Father-Daughter, last June, Penticton Beach

The simple childhood pleasures of running up and down a hill.

It was the warmest, sunniest day I can remember. Dadda and Mama packed me and the dog in the car and we went to Ganma and Ganpa’s house across town. I remember having been there before and when we got … Continue reading →

A question of attitude. He played the integrity of his contrapuntal flow– this poet of the keys, expressing fervour like none before him. His tonal concepts grown slow now but deliberate. One pulse ran sonantly through all reference points. A … Continue reading →