Being able to attend a concert at L.A.M.P. last night with the great Latvian violinist Gidon Kremer, cellist Giedrė Dirvanauskaitė, and pianist, Walter Delahunt was an extraordinary bit of luck (thank you, Jules Chamberlain!). Beethoven's Triple Concerto Op.56 arranged by Carl Reinecke was extraordinary and stood out in an evening of excellence. It was one of the greatest exercises in listening I’ve ever had given my seat, as you can see... I closed my eyes and it was the violinist, the cellist, the pianist and me. Oh, and the dog, Israel, ever patiently waiting under the piano throughout. No kidding. For a surprise encore, Maestro Kremer invited out his students lucky enough to study with him this past week. They played Astor Piazzolla’s ‘Oblivion’. It was gorgeous. I so hope they make a recording of their trio...
The lesson I learned long ago - that the only way to preserve and expand whatever energy I do have is by giving it away - was celebrated bigtime this weekend when I did three shows in two days: Two wonderful audiences on Saturday and Sunday night at The Lansdowne Concert Series in Fredericton and again Sunday afternoon at Second Wind Music up in Florenceville-Bristol. Still, I must take special care not to book three shows on a weekend when the time changes again... I’m still in my jammies and might not get up ‘til tomorrow.
The first in a series of writings under the banner ‘Of a morning’... I may include images I’ve created...Read Now
Patience rewarded me eventually with an understanding of how resistant I am to being held to a standard of solemnity carried with cleverly measured words. Even if poetic, they register with me as an affront of ideas substituting for grief - ideas I can’t respond to despite how much someone wants me to feel the way they do. An illusion of camaraderie worded in place with a self-satisfying, punishing rhetoric could be so much more effective if abandoned completely and re-written as song. Without rhythm and music, some ideas are simply bossy, churlish instructions on how to behave.
I couldn't be more excited about launching this website today. With the help of Meg Craig and Skysail Brand in Mahone Bay, I was taught to navigate Weebly and create my own page. There's tons more to learn... Thanks to my fans for their patience as I got this together. I would be remiss if I didn't thank Bob MacIsaac of Chester, NS who created my first website, laurasmith.ca, now routed here. He was infinitely patient with me through the years... Thanks for bringing me into cyberspace, Bob.
My friend, Hanna Hunziker took photos during my performance. Bruce Guthro wouldn't let me leave the stage 'til I sang not one, not two, but three more songs. Bless his heart. And thank you. I was delighted to be a part of a stellar roster of performers in such a gorgeous setting as Jost Winery.
It was a stellar night with Bruce Guthro and Gowan and Dave Sampson at Bruce's Song Circle event. (Dave was camera shy).
Bruce , quite rightly, gave the nod to Gowan to sing the encore. Honestly, to be sitting next to him when he performed "A Criminal Mind" with such gusto and panache was awesome. I leapt to my feet while onstage to participate in his Standing O. The last time I did that was after hearing Paul Kelly sing "How to Make Gravy" on a workshop stage at The Edmonton Folk Festival. While I have a long-standing policy not to applaud my fellow musicians while I'm onstage with them - I do feel that is the audience's job - when I'm moved to leap up and clap, I try to get off the stage and become a member of the audience. Happily in Edmonton, the stage was low to the ground. No such luck at The Casino, so, apologies to the folks in the audience when I blocked their view...
Here he is doing it live with Styx. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDFjaIlp74A. Here's Paul Kelly https://youtu.be/qDROmHCBk5Q
It was fabulous having the opportunity to perform at Rita's Tea Room with Kim Dunn. The tireless Flo Sampson warmed everyone up with a fabulous set of beloved standard piano pieces and lo and behold, who was in the crowd but Buddy MacDonald and his wife, Wilda (not in picture).