Journal
February 23, 2005
I was listening to some Johnny Cash on the way to London, ON. Is there a more moving voice than his? That man could sing "Old Macdonald had a farm" and make me cry. Simply honest. Imperfection at its best. That is what gets me. The real thing. My ongoing quest for truth. Here we go again. Then there's Hank Snow. Who's playing these days that radiates that kind of energy...?
As we're driving through long stretches near the Great Lakes I feel like home. Stare out the window , roadbaked and happy. Trees look not real against the white and grey, like they don't have roots. On the way to Paincourt (Shortbread for the Anglos),we take the back roads, it's barren land I see through a smoky film of snow sweeping gusts. A faraway farmhouse appears in the folds of a field and makes me dream of my own little dreamhouse on the prairie, yellow with wild flowers all around . You can take the girl out of the country...
We go down Indian Road to the Comfort Inn where we can hang until the gig. Guess what's on t.v... "Deliverance" with Burt Reynolds and the boys. Whoa! The scene in the woods with the hillbillies is quite disturbing. If someone would like to explain the moral behind that movie, I'd appreciate it. My friend Paul says, "there's no moral, the moral is- life doesn't make sense, so don't even try to figure it out". Paul always sends me messages like that. So I learned a thing or two on this little tour. Don't get all complicated.
Not many people showed up in the church basement that nite 'cause the weather. Those who made it were happy and so were we, just playing the songs.
Josée
