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Home > Contact > Newsletter Archive > August 2001 Fearing and Lusty in Lunenburg
Up and at 'em at 9 o'clock, or thereabouts. I can't cope with musician's hours - well, I might learn to, given enough practice, but, in general, I'm up long before Stephen as my internal clock is set to computer geek time. I've gotten used to waiting around for him in the morning and have generally grown immune to the insults hurled my way whenever I try to wake him. Lisa
had prepared homemade waffles and fruit. We ate on the front porch
while Miranda entertained us. |
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A photo of Miranda taken with her father's new digital camera.. | |
| We had a bit of time to kill and decided to head down to Bridgewater to take a look at the HMCS Fraser, the last of Saguenay's sister ships still afloat. We couldn't get the story straight as to what the ship had been towed to Bridgewater for in the first place but stories basically revolved around 'hotel', 'bed and breakfast', 'another dive reef', etc. We did manage to discover, without too much effort at all, that many of the locals are pissed off at having the thing hanging around. I dunno, if it would fit into the river in front of my place I'd love to have it rusting in my front yard. My kids might get a little cheesed about the loss of their skating rink. On the other hand, that pesky neighbour that likes to take target practice with his 303 at odd hours would look good with a 4" shell in the top of his head. Enough! I'm getting all hot and bothered! | ||
Here's a shot of Stephen giving us the divers 'OK' sign, and, below, one of yours truly trying to look his toughest. Maybe now you can see why I was assumed by festival personnel to be everything from Stephen's driver to his manager but absolutely NOBODY mistook me for his lover.
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Play
time over, we headed into Lunenburg for SF's first show of the day.
We dropped off his equipment and went for a wander. Upon our return
to the Opera House the place was emptying, I mean emptying. Someone
said something to Stephen and he dashed into the Opera House - the
place was on fire. Within minutes the Lunenburg Fire Department
had arrived along with police and ambulance. There was the usual
milling about and ideas were being floated. Just as the musicians
had decided to play in the park across the street the small blaze
was extinguished and the 'All clear' was given. The kids from the
Bayview Community School that were selling raffle tickets at the
corner got a little shirty at the news - sales for tickets on the
canoe had been booming. I heard one youngster mutter something about
the Lunenburg Fire Department being the "stooges of the reactionary
global free trade capitalist dogs", or maybe he was just complaining
about the dog shit that he'd stepped in. Did I mention the name of the workshop? No? O-h-h-h! It was called "Don't let the fire go out". Oh! Oh! Oh! And the sponsor? Wait for it.....The Lunenburg Fire Department! No shit. |
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A photo of everybody setting up after the 'All Clear' had come through. My little PhD (push here, dummy) camera doesn't do the place justice - the hall is lovely. It would have been a great shame if the fire had been serious. |
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had a few hours before Stephen's next workshop so we hung out at Jo's
Dive Shop, conveniently located right next door to the Opera House,
and wandered around a bit. Next up was the 'Guitar Summit' work shop at the Main Stage - a tad lame - don't know why - all of the performers were top notch - Stephen along with Scott MacMillan, Ian James, Chris Whiteley and Danny Weiss - it just seemed to lack some zing. We hung around and watched the rest of the Main Stage performers and then wandered down to the party. Saturday night's party was a vibrant, loud affair. People were singing sea shanties, others were fiddle playing and step dancing, still more were making noise with whatever instrument was handy. At one point Stephen, George and I had stepped outside for a little cool air when SF exclaimed 'Look at that falling star!'. We turned and were stunned at the orange, slow progress of something from the northern sky. As we watched the trail slowly trace towards the south we decided that it couldn't possibly be a falling star but we were at a loss as to what it might be. As it turned out, we were watching a piece of Russian space junk burn up into the Atlantic. Quite a spectacular sight. Stephen was completely obsessed with the idea of jamming with somebody. Energized by our little run in with the mysteries of the universe he sought out Scott MacMillan and the two of them settled down to a couple of hours of serious jamming. I think that these two gents are destined to work together on some project, some day. There's a real chemistry in their playing and they are, quite simply, two of the nicest guys I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. George was kind enough to take care of piloting 'the car' back to his place at some ungodly hour - thanks George. |
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| Scott and Stephen. There are more photos of the Knickles Warehouse Jam Session on Scott's site.
The boys hard at it. That's Jennyfer Brickenden in the foreground. |
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