Friday, October 26, 2007

a little mud on the tires

um, here's a post from over a month ago. i was right in the middle of my semester and never got around to uploading the photos, but finally did it today. here you are!

after far too much work and far too little fun, I got a little reprieve in the form of a little dose of country! fans of the genre should know by the title who i saw, but those who have yet to see joy that country music can bring, i'll just tell you i saw brad paisley. loved it. he buttered the audience up with talk of tim horton's and played my fav (see title), stephen's pick, and lots more sing-along country delights. good wine, old friends, fun tunes. Thank you to the schmidt's!




Saturday, October 06, 2007

a dose of canadiana

a little canadian thanksgiving special, brought to you by the good ol' manitoba boys known as the weakerthans. you can't not love this song if you've ever lived through a canadian winter. seriously, it's a song about curling and you can't tell me that doesn't make you smile. 50/50 draws, sheet, end, hack, hurry, hurry hard...i love it. hope you do too. happy thanksgiving!



Tournament Of Hearts

Now the lounge is full of farmers for the 7:30 draw
Teammates all left before they had to buy a round
When they pull the 50/50 and I've lost again, I'll go
Maybe have one more brown one for the snowy road
All the championship banners going yellow on the wall
And my name when it gets closer to last call

So Elvira brings my bottle, hold it up and let it bend
Figures of two rinks battling an extra end
And I'm peeling off the label as they peel a corner guard
Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, Hurry Hard"
And my popcorn squeaks with the question, wonders why I'm not at home
Where you wait beside a silent telephone, doodle circles within circles all alone
Have to stop myself from climbing on the table full of empties to yell:

"Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?"
"Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?"
I slide right through the day, I'm always throwing hack weight
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never never never ever
Right off, no never ever never ever
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never never never ever
Right off, no never ever never ever

Now the senior bonspiel winners circa 1963
Are all staring, glaring disapprovingly
From their frame in that old photograph
And I know you're out their waiting
For an answer I can't give you
so tell me,

"Why, Why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?"
"Why can't I ever stop when I want to stay?"
We roll right through our years
We rip right through our months
We slide through our days
I'm always throwing hack weight
Right off, no never never ever ever
Right off, no never never ever never
Right off, no never ever never ever
Right off

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