In the Key of Passion.

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.

Mirrors.

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.

Mark Gillespie, April 20th 2007.

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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Music straight into the night.

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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16:9.

16:9

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.