I managed a small comeback early this morning by getting into the pool for a very, very easy 950m.
Why not the extra 50m you ask?
I had designs on a small bike ride this evening with HRH as well, but I have a flat on the ‘ol classic steel and my other bike is in the shop so, yeah, catching up on the Tour on the tube with Tina the cat it is.
Sucks I know.
Anyway, I’m upstairs now and working a bit on my Hudson Valley experience while we listen to Kelly’s birthday vinyl from this past Tuesday (love you, honey!!), ‘Last Winter‘ by Greg Keelor.
‘Last Winter’ is the fifth solo effort from Blue Rodeo co-frontman Greg Keelor, and it is surprising in its tone and artistry. Blue Rodeo fans, please set your yearning for that classic country-rock sound aside, for this recording is different.
Clocking in at around 34 minutes, this four-song EP is full of deep thoughts and slow grooves. Keelor has fashioned an intensely personal suite of songs here, and has rendered his vision with the help of his musical collaborator, the former child prodigy multi-instrumentalist (and member of The Sheepdogs), Jim Bowskill.
Keelor describes the tunes on ‘Last Winter’ as being “quiet, meditative, yogic songs”, and this is certainly accurate.
That about sums it up.
In lyrical content, production and melody, one is struck by the hypnotic beauty of each track. Starting with the contemplative ‘Gord’s Tune’, Keelor honours the late Gord Downie. With thematic and lyrical allusions to The Tragically Hip’s ‘Bobcaygeon‘, this song is alternately abstract and journalistic – a sentimental tribute to the late singer.
Pensive reflection sums up the bulk of this work, from the sweet spellbinding feel of ‘City Is A Symphony’, to the shimmering strings and Indian raga-inspired sections of ‘3 Coffins‘. With such a departure from Keelor’s regular band sound, one might imagine an A&R rep saying, “I don’t hear a single.”
But that’s not really the point.
With ‘Last Winter’, ‘ol Uncle Greg has given us a glimpse into his soul, as he plunges here into the beauty, art and power of song.
It’s pretty mellow, maaaaan…
Fortunately Kelly’s famous “some sort of garlic chicken thighs with some kind of noodle”, just like her mother and grandmother used to pull out of their ass back in the day, will inevitably kickstart things up again as we head downstairs to watch ‘Big Brother’.
You know, this whole post-Ironman thing isn’t so bad.