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Sloan, finally!; The Man They Call Reveen; New album; New instrument

Sloan's from Halifax. I don't think they live here anymore. I've missed them playing here at least three times since getting the job out here. Friday night, they're playing a free show across the harbour in Dartmouth for Alexander Keith's birthday. Yeah, it's gonna be the buncha-drunken-fratboys experience, but what the hell -- it's Sloan, and it's free. Cappin' off a busy week, with Amanda's birthday funfest tonight (happy 29th, sweetheart!), and Laura G's farewell bash tomorrow night, the concert with J-White on Friday, and steak for dinner on Saturday.

This YouTube video from a concert last year in Stratford, Ontario is an illustration of why Sloan is so cool.

Oh, hey, I also went to see Reveen the Impossiblist recently at the Rebecca Cohn Auditorium. If you watch Trailer Park Boys, you've seen folks making fun of Ricky by calling him Reveen. I had no idea who Reveen was 'til I moved out here. Turns out he is to the Maritimes what Mike Mandel is to Ontario -- the stage hypnotist everyone saw back in college. 'Cept Reveen actually looks like Ricky from the Trailer Park Boys, and he's been doing the exact same show since the 60s or 70s. Reveen is in his seventies now. He's old as hell, as far as hypnotists go. He's been retired for some time, instead managing a big-time Vegas magician.

Well, Reveen got up there with his sparkly tux and cheesy 1982-vintage soundtrack and hypnotized the heck out of some willing volunteers. Good show, but a little sad when he'd forget his place or get frustrated with his son/assistant reminding him of what's supposed to come next. And he left one guy still in a trance at the end of the show, forgetting to release him. Somewhere in Halifax, there's a guy who will forever respond to the phrase "peanuts, roasted!" with a hearty "shut up, you mug!" I particularly enjoyed Reveen shilling his own 1960s/70s self-hypnosis products before the intermission, telling us that he can't do personal appointments to teach superconsciousness, but he's now released a series of "long-playing records" -- side one, for example ... wait a minute ... I'm sorry, they're now available on compact disc!

Anyway, good time, good time. Front-row seats, so you can't do much better than that.
In other news to be contained in throwaway lines at the bottom of sporadic blog posts, I have a name for the new album (same name I was going to use the last time I didn't get around to finishing an album), and cover art, sourced from a photographer on flickr (credits to come later). I hope to take some time off in November to finish recording and production, with the final product out in time for Christmas distribution. At least that's the plan. Meh. Plans. Anyway, rock on.

Oh, one more throaway thing. Kijiji. Never been there 'til a coupla weeks go. Ended up buying a Casio keyboard from a dude. Amanda was kind enough to go pick it up. $150 for a decent MIDI-capable keyboard, stand and bench. Now I can add that extra layer of cheese to my music, and Amanda can amuse me with her keyboard dexterity.

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  1. Awesome YouTube post. Yeah, Mike Mandel is definitely well known in Ontario. I studied hypnosis under him. Powerful stuff.

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