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@ the bow jamming 2

4casted: I see the signal lights flash and in kinda stroll two middle eastern looking guys, getting in the car, I turn the ignition and pull up subito, they get out of the car again trading keys or some kinda something, the second guy trying to back up the car to the bumper behind him, about at least 4 feet away from his, and moves the car about 1 foot. I am showing him that he still got miles behind that trunk there and he manages to pull out forward, by a hair, small car, I pull next to the slot with a thousand arsseholes right up my bumper all the while I am having my signal lights to the right, one way, just sad and often dangerous how people cannot drive in the capital. some really felt like a typical case of "how many pills were u on?" Next thing is I try to explain to a person up on stage (which was the wrong place but I just didn't have time b4 and covered the microphone) to give a solo to fellow jammers and get asked back what a solo is. just one of those things that u can hardly make up ... so many really great things happened, the most elevating for me singing harmonies with Brian and Clint over "WHo's Fooling Who" - wee startin' to sound really full and phat! Things got even more perspective after a few songs with a lovely first nations person telling me right after the songs we just played together: "I loved what u just did there girl, I want to take u up to my cabin and eat Moose meat with u!" I know I must have done something right today!

Just thought I'd share this with u, and that wasn't even all. I feel very blessed to play really groovy music with all these people, I feel full and I feel rich. Thank y'all very much!

read this first: @ the bow jamming 1

and it's just like 1 of those daze where u just want a video camera attached to your 4head and it recording EVERYTHING. First of all I would like to thank my new fans for checking me out here on reverbnation and coming to the jam or where ever it was that u noticed me. Also many thanx to my existing fans for sticking around. We managed to record a new demo of Two Blocks and I will try really hard to get it up here soon. But get this: Somehow I managed to get a glimpse on a new born person - so.sweet. sighing right b4 my eyes. sure did it 2 me! while B is riding real easy coz we r early coz we been running 4 daze now trying to get the house ready for a showing this afternoon, I.Am.NJoYING the scenery - very rare moments of catching your breath in a race that never seems to stop. the river. the bridge. beautiful water! what it once was on that stretch anyway ... dark roast @ TH 4 daddy, then around the corner to Murray and at the red light I am lol for the first time looking at Dave's flaming red scooter - just an orgy in color, Dave locking her all up with a small u-lock around the front wheel, all bent down, turning the key, the space grey helmet just off, hanging from the handle by his neon colored chin strap, I mean do check out the fb photo I was able to boss around Brian into snapping, cleaning the lense and still folding cd covers, it's in the album BD Blues Jam @ The Rainbow Bistro. B now unloading, trying to slave drive me into unloading 2, so I do try to concentrate my thoughts on what I wanne drag up first, still bagging cd covers and cds, David lighting a smoke, the door open, and while I still sit and fold, her way of moving makes me look up. and then this.adorable.person.kinda.audreyhepburns by REAL SLOW, pastel rose top, linen green kinda pants all seaside and strawberry social, no hat, just kinda swing-trippling along, like a deer enjoying a monkey parade. I can't help it, all alone, stranger in a strange place, she is taking it all in, almost smiling, looking out for street signs, window is down already, this is when I hear myself say: "This is what u r looking for, right here, I can tell by your class and your style, we've got the best drummer in town this afternoon", she just never stopping just kinda pondering by passing me, looking in my direction but keeping to walk but as if she was trying to understand weather she was meant, so I keep talking "he played with CHuck Berry Herb Ellis, CHet Baker, John Lee Hooker, Chuck Berry actually picked him out after hearing him drum" and she finally grabs a heart turns sort of around, back to us, and asks me: "Are u talking to me?" with the infliction very sweetly on the me, as if nobody ever possibly would want to address her, with me instantly laughing about this catch and then immediately, no analysis required in this wording of a situation saying: "Of course I am talking to you, I mean to whom ELSE would I possibly be talking to here", looking around at Dave, Jordan and Brian all biting it not to lol, "YOU are THE person here", she still having that bit of a deer in the eyes but moving toward me, and I am just all smiles, just all happy about that whole exchange! she is taking the post card I've been extending out to here, secretly cursing the fucking cd covers on my lap and hating myself for not JUMPING out of the van IMMEDIATELY. She, for some reason is still smiling, I say, "I mean, just look at you!" Finally I get out. "Hope u have a wonderful day, Ma'am". she says "thank you", really liking it I think. Liking something anyway. She wonders around the corner, looking at the postcard, wondering off. just like a little deer on a stroll, sigh. Finally I walk around to the driver's seat. I stay in the car coz I am supposed to jump drive it into a parking spot while it becomes available. Daddy is a master in spotting those candidates: "one has the engine running and that one over there has the lights flashing, just wait a few minutes", then it happens exactly as he

A great day grand: yesterday's best part! A

Feeling humbled I should be able to catch myself rolling outta town south with 2 great fellow musicians up 2 the task, playing for a mature crowd in Manotick - no snow falling, dryer and colder than a mother though, sunlight blinding my basement eyes (where the wood stove is) and flooding the white pastures with this majestic light - the gig goes great, the organizing ladies love us and we hand out a pile of postcards, people come up an shake our hands, just sweet to see the appreciation for that kinda music - on the way back we have a stop at a music store and I am thinking ok, I might have somebody look at my Chinese Squire Strat on which I played most of the show (the rest on bass), we walk in, immediately losing ourselves as we drift in2 the areas with the objects of our priority interest are exposed. As I am checking a number of expensive Fenders, running my hand up and down the side of the neck to see how much my fingers feel about the fret metal sticking out (which was a problem with my dried out Strat when I bought it straight from a Nashville pawn shop), the piano noise having dominated the room while entering, is getting to a degree of repetition, my conscience can no longer dismiss it, so I look up and it re-enters my brain that my fleeting regard earlier revealed a kid with dark skin bridging some wait time @ while repeating the same pattern. I look up, trying to screen the scene under my furry hat, everything is quiet otherwise, with maybe some 3 other rich guys eyeballing at the gits and 2 staff behind the counters where the cash is - no word is being spoken anywhere, all just seems in favor of 25 years of celibate study of some awful boring thing that nobody would ever want to perform anyway - time 4 action, my little devil voice whispers behind me, and I'm on my way over to the piano area. The little guy is adorable, maybe 7 or 8 years old, his second corner teeth just emerging outta the jaw that seems too slowly growing to accommodate that change - his brown skin dad sharing the same big smile sitting in 6 meters distance, taking it all in. I'm ok, the most important person approves of my doing, my devil voice reassures me, now there is no holding back.

a great day grand: yesterday's best part! B

How u doing, I say as the boy jumps up immediately as to expecting some shit 4 having played, then realizing I am just greeting him, he says good, how r u? I say good, do u want to learn how to boogie? kinda surprised at my words, we both need a repetition of my offer, and then he just stares @ me with this big wide open eye and smile and nods his head with excitement. I say, u know it's one of these things where some inner voice just tells me I am supposed to teach u this, him looking at me trying to figure me out, but kinda going 4 trust. I love where I am now. I show him that there r really only 7 notes, and the 8th one is really the 1st one, the octave which is just a different version of the 1st one. then I say: "now the riff I'm gonna show u, is based on the 1 and the 8th note, so u keep playing the octave with this", upon which I play a basic Blues bass line: 1-8-flat7-5 - he struggles to repeat is, I show him again, I tell him u are taking lessons, right? he says yes, I say, I can tell, I know already, so let me show u the right way of doing this. the idea is to play this with your left hand", and we change sides on the bench, him now playing with his left hand, in the end picking up the line with no pocket at all. Now then I say to him: "this 1st note, u want to make that a looong note." I play it again for him, myself struggling to keep up the rhythm, AND HE PLAYS IT exactly like it's supposed to be done and y'all know where I learnt it ... - I stop playing and start clapping and he stops playing, and I say, don't stop, but Brian has arrived from the back of the room, and suddenly we r aware that we have an audience and the whole room knows that Count Basie just took over the place - kid looks up from the keys and looks at me as if to double check if he did a good thing, I feel so important all of a sudden, all the while his father is having a ball with all this and I say to his boy: "you picked it up right away, kid, give me 5." he smiles and we highfive, I know at that point this was something orchestrated by the universe - very cool I could be of service teaching a black kid how to boogie on the piano - seems to be a big accomplishment today!

Groovy's Roti Hut now closing 4 real.

seems like singer and trombone swinger Winston "Groovy" Wilson finally has his way and sold his restaurant "Groovy's Roti Hut" with Ottawa's longest running Jazz Jam on every late Sunday afternoon, so don't miss the last upcoming shows - Sunday's Swinging Thang with entertainer and monster singer Sydney Bostic, the Mike's and the Dave's, Horace Hogans - well the boss is off to spice island, back home 2 Grenada - I want 2 wish him a sweet retirement, and once more, thank u very very much, hard working proprio and killer t-bone player Winston "Groovy" Wilson, 4 having had us on - we will take a plane sometime!

Everything happens at once.

the first time I will play 4 the online community live, https://new.livestream.com/accounts/8081731/events/2953414, is of course in the week where I also put my radio show together (airing on tonkuhle.de on SAT), is also the week where I rehearse with the big band for the Rainbow Blues Jam come SUnday, and the week where we have a gig on Saturday night @ Harry McLean's in Merrickville... lots of choices to scoop up some music off us people, don't miss it. love and light, have some mercy on me universe, just this week, merci.

un4tunate, but no moa Groovy's on THU.

with a lot of regret we'd like 2 let u know that The Brian Downey Band will no longer be playing @ Groovy's Roti Hut ON THURSDAYS - Sunday's Swinging Thang with entertainer and monster singer Sydney Bostic is going strong and we hope 2 see u out there soon - in a place where extra licenses r required and costly 2 host live music and bitchy insurance companies make any undertaker's life hell 1 wonders, how any good music could ever establish itself without being milked 2 fucking chronic dehydration in the process. blood suckers. More importantly, thank u very very much, hard working proprio and killer t-bone player Winston "Groovy" Wilson 4 having had us on - lots of fun what we got 2gether there in the short of time ...

Café Nostalgica surrenders to progress?

The only really important thing business wise this week: a pretty gratifying experience with my band tongue & groove in the beautiful of strangeland @ Café Nostalgica on Ottawa U campus - then singing with Sydney Bostic and Groovy's house band - a week full of spiritual connections. While I have your attention I'd like to mention my radio show airing on tonkuhle.de on SAT 10 MARCH 11.05 AM EST. playlists here abroadcom.net

Tearing down that building to reopen in only a year, with live music even on Wednesdays, hmmhh. Well, hopefully - but these might be the last days of the Café as we know it. Therefore I feel very humbled to say that we have two more Wednesdays to create, let go, connect and worship the magic with the fab musicians you have come to like with us. We got Rhythm if you got the Blues.I trust you'll make these last days count and we thank you for that. downbeat bout 8.30pm next WED. Merci and peace out.

birthday thoughts

4 a Monday: not so bad! Thank y'all very much 4 your sweet birthday wishes, the sunshine and being there when I needed u most. Naturally, I've been resuming around these days, but I got really busy counting my blessings - I remember a great party every year around this day, and I won't be changing that habit any time soon, so keep an eye out 4 a fb invitation 2day or 2morrow. On Friday we played our last concert @ Buds On The Bay, sadly, because it's an awesome venue 2 be in, they really look after their guests - thank u 4 having us there! Now if any of u feel u would like us back, we can do that! Personally, I'd like 2 book the adjacent O2 and have swinging holiday party - there's a survey out in case u would like 2 voice some preferences, just check here on the wall, your time and effort is much appreciated! photo credit goes 2 handsome and true follower Sheldon Golledge, thank u so much for your support, I am still smiling!

My beautiful friend's passing and the concept of "home" (2)

RIP Christine Ann Atallah * 7 DEC 1965 + 29 OCT 2011 (please check out the video 4 more info) Beautiful also 2 reconnect with my friend Fabien, who heard me play @ Berri-UQAM metro and approached me bout hooking up and doing music 2gether – as well a Scorpio and very talented artist, we parted after having revisited a bunch of older original material that we never published and both still really like – I'm having a feeling we might get back in2 that and I am so grateful that these connections r always there 4 me – what a blessing 2 be able 2 knock on some doors years later and there is the same friendly smiles inviting me, happy that I should call on them. Thank u!