Humming solders all broken hearts or so Seamus Heaney says

As a thank-you to some of my fans and friends I handmade a journal and it went out to the first 80 people who responded with their snail mail address who belong to the Emm Group on Facebook. ---That's not even close to grammatically correct but.---Neither is that. Thanks to John Salib for starting the group in the first place. I still am figuring out what the hell is up with Facebook and why you would want to throw a sheep at anyone or join a group called 'Cucumbers Are The Spawn of Satan', but I suppose sharing your personal information with the government and corporate america somehow balances it all out. No really, thank you for supporting me no matter where it is. Here are a few of the great photos some people have sent in!

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This photo was taken by Lan Fisher, in the wilds of Nunavut.


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from top to bottom: Eldon, aka Zwergmeister who makes adventurously tantalizing music in the subzero winter months in Moncton. [My dad even said he would date Eldon. Not sure if Eldon would date my dad.] The fabulous James Shum who, like a smart person, buys all my records from the comfort of his computer in Scarborough. The wonderful Karen, who is writing hit songs in her journal with a pink pencil, and will make her next record in Sweden mark my words. Kevin, who wins the award for the "Best Smile Next To HomeMade Journal". Nicole from Brooklyn who is running a marathon to raise money for cancer soon. And finally, Lanny Fisher, my only fan/friend likely wearing snowpants as I write this.

You must all check out the new album by The Acorn from Ottawa.

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I shuddered today when I found Kenny G's LP Duotones in our stack of records at home. I kept flipping, pretending it wasn't there. Just keep moving, keep moving, nothing to see here.