Finding a Needle in a Hay Stack

When I was five I decided that I wanted to be a singer, at the age of eleven I changed my mind and gave some serious thought to archeology. Highschool came and went with its many life lessons and lesions. Wilfrid Laurier University offered me a scholarship in Archeology but I felt that Waterloo was too close to my home town (Cambridge), so I went to London instead, for Anthropology. That, I will always feel, was a mistake. London bored me silly so on a whim I dropped out of University, moved to Toronto, started bartending and attended acting classes. There is nothing like being an Urban Cliche.

I studied vocal music for thirteen years. My ego was pumped up during that entire time from just about everyone I can recall (barring my family). After singing in a variety of bands and situations I began to question my talent, or if I even had any. Those questions fueled a desire to learn as much about music and the world as I could. Those questions house happy memories,heart breaking discoveries, and a skeleton I painted florescent colors years ago.

Although I am a great fan of the Theatre, it was a lustful affair for me so like all cheap lovers, I bowed out early. I continued studying many subjects in both university and college. Photography, astronomy, geology, computer sciences, health care, and modern dance - to name a few. I have participated in music through out it all. I am a self taught guitarist - to my listeners detriment. For some reason or another, I have never had the patience to stick with lessons. As a kid I played the violin, flute and xylophone. I hated the flute, but loved the other two.

I have worked so many jobs that listing them is both self indulgent and boring. Two descriptions I usually set aside for people I dislike. After all of this life activity I have learned one thing: there is nothing in life worth being bitter over, bitterness will always and only keep you from the best, the good, and the deserving.

I would dive into a field of Hay to find the needle that could stitch my silly dreams together - with any luck I'd get there long before the cows.

Caro moves to Vancouver

Somehow due to my powers of Persuasion my friend Caroline decided to give Vancouver a try. As soon as she got off the race dog we viewed an apartment then sealed the deal with the landlord the next day.
Impressive.

Caroline has been in town for about 14 days, she's already got two jobs, went on an out of province road trip and gotten into one major collision.

We are currently working on a project called "The Caro and Claro Show". The first episode just went through it's last cuts and soon I'm sure our friends will be black mailing us with it...or black balling us for it...or something along those lines.

I can't wait to see what will happen next!

April 19th 2008

Today I am addicted to the word "meat-head". I recently met a person that I thought was a "meat-head", and I just haven't stopped laughing at the classification.