There's no place like Blackfriars Nursery

The hometown release show at Blackfriars Nursery was pure enchantment. For weeks, I was trying to find a venue for the show—and within hours of chatting with Tania Dupon-Martinez and Sue Jory, the entire event was planned. It’s interesting to watch Tania and Sue plan together. They both have uncanny metaphorical powers, meaning they know how to access your hard-to-describe sense of style and meaning and turn it into a tangible expression of who you are. They also have ‘the elevation gene,’ meaning they are hilariously incapable of doing anything half-assed. Take the following scene as an example, called ‘Tania & Sue Make Lunch:’
TANIA: Are you hungry? Maybe we should make a simple lunch.

SUE: A simple lunch! Definitely. How about pasta? I’ve got some dough I could quickly roll and cut…?

TANIA: Terrific! While you’re doing that, I can zip home and get some cherry tomatoes and fresh basil from my garden. Oh, and crazy coincidence…? I’ve actually been making my own olive oil!

SUE: Ooh, delish! That reminds me… I have some feta in the freezer from last summer when I was hiking in the Peloponnese. A shepherd approached me with a little satchel of fresh cheese and insisted I try some on a crust of homemade bread. I don’t remember how I brought it back to Canada, come to think of it…

TANIA: Awesome! Then we’ll just throw it all together and have a nice, simple lunch…?

SUE: Yeah, just a nice, simple lunch. Perfect!

MISHA: I’ll get some Doritos.
Thank you Sue and Tania, you marvelous women, for an evening that was beautiful beyond my wildest hope! And thank you Mariam Waliji for these photo souvenirs from the night. XO


Team Powerhouse at Brown & Dickson

The last time I saw my friend Henry Svec, we were recording vocals at the Sugar Shack in London, Ontario for his album, Artificially Intelligent Folk Songs of Canada, Vol. 1. He recently emailed Jenny Berkel and I from an artist residency in Mississippi about organizing a book launch in London for his friend, Lindsay Bird, who just released her debut poetry collection, Boom Time. After just a few exchanges, Jenny, Lindsay and I were referring to the prospective launch as a ‘POWERHOUSE EVENT,’ signing our emails as ‘the triple B threat’ and peppering our correspondence with fireball and explosion emojis as we continued to posit an Avengers End Game scale book launch (because that’s a thing that exists, right?). Henry was keeping up at first, but eventually resorted to chiming in nonsensically using Gmail’s suggested auto-replies. “Henry, I know you’re using the autoresponder,” I wrote to him privately. “Count me in!” was his reply.

Thank you Lindsay, for making the trek all the way from Corner Brook, Newfoundland! And thank you Brown & Dickson for hosting. XO