This, right here, is who we are and it lights our worlds, every step we take, every corner we turn and every choice we make. Passion that boils, anger rages, love always grows and where we land, nobody knows, where we get back up and where we come to stop, what’s written and what’s to find when the time is right, it’s all woven into the fabric of life. And in the end, it all makes sense. Never worry or try to pretend, only shine your light and never ask why. When the days roll on by, you’ll just smile at the sky.
Independent singer and songwriter Mynah Marie performed in a competition at Le National in Montreal’s “Village” on the 10th of March, 2013. A full rock band backed her, adding punch and drama to her blend of sophisticated folk, introspective lyrics and thoughtful piano playing. Together, they put enormous talent and finesse on display.
I took the shots with the Canon EOS 60D (first time out with it!) at ISO 1250, and the Canon EF 50mm F1.4 USM lens, mostly at f/1.4.
This is Montreal singer/songwriter, Clara Engel, at a venue called “Barfly” on Nov 19, 2010. I recently stumbled upon these shots again and I like them, so here they are!
Clara and I also had a photo session in April 2011.
This photo was taken at the House of Jazz in Montreal, July 11 2012. A young Jazz singer named Melina Soochan was performing with her band that night, a delightful compilation of laid-back tunes from Pop, Rock, Blues and Jazz, re-arranged for the line-up of piano, vocals and bass. Several mirrors are mounted on the venue’s ceiling above the stage, atop each other in varying angles, creating the illusion above. And here’s Melina again:
And now you’ve packed your odds and ends, you’ve got your bag and your keys in your hands. She’s wearing that dress you’ve always loved most and she smells like spring from a blossoming rose. You’re all dressed up in your finest threads, and as you step out, you take a deep breath. You can alreday hear that piano play. There will be Jazz to complete this grand day.
Singing about life in the key of passion, you wear your expectations on your sleeve, just like you always did. Did you know I never even saw you try, just succeed? And the band pumps out your music, and the glasses and mirrors reflect your fire and send it thundering through the room.
Whenever I look into the mirror, thousands of stories look back at me, and I often stop and ponder. I ponder how many parallel universes there are with me in it, and in how many ways I’ve already died in them. I find it hard to understand that all of my life is just part of the same world, and that I’m still around.
This is a scene from the movie “The Intruder”, a haunting story by Jacques Bouchard, made in Montreal in 2008. More pictures from that set will follow.
You wouldn’t say Mark Gillespie‘s music is hard to pigeonhole: his style can easily be classified as melodic rock with funk influences. Yet, this British busker performing across Germany, one of my favourite artists, is far from ordinary: his creativity, humour and improv talents turn his shows into vibrant, personal, truly joyful events.
His poetic lyrics belong to songs that unfold a plethora of styles to those who care to stay and listen. Some will sound like pure Jazz, others are reminiscent of Nirvana, an 8-minute jam session is followed by blues, then a quick and witty acoustic number.
Highly recommended artist if you’re in Germany.
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Winter held the city in its firm grip when these musicians kept the fire of blues rock burning inside. I had just arrived in Canada, took the Metro across Montreal and walked the frozen streets to reach these rehearsal spaces, soon captivated by the energy of the band. This was in January 2008.
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Did it ever bother you, did you ever wonder? We only see such a small fraction. Four edges to every frame, and what happens outside, we’re never supposed to know. It’s where the story ends and the spell vanishes into thin air like a kiss thrown to the wind.
The frame holds the magic, outside the machine pulsates. Funny, witty or tragic… We only care for the fantasy it creates.