Hip

 

 

If this is it,
then so it shall be.
I want you to know,
it means a lot to me.

                        

                       Hip
Lining up at the campus pub

1985, a cold stubby in my hand
Doors would eventually open
No cover, for a cool cover band
Some suggested Jim Morrison
Felt more like a Rolling Stone
A mix of B-sides and originals
The hip vibe, definitely their own

A different stage, Lakeview Manor
People from miles around
A fan base that had grown
Along with their singular sound
An E.P and a break-through
Up To Here, and it was time to go
As good as each next album was
It was more about the live show

Passing on some arena gigs
Four of us, in my father’s car 
Five and a half hours south
The Hip experience, in an unhip bar
Taking a break from winter
With our Canadian content in tow
Sharing our rock n roll landscape
With those who might not know.

A slice of our identity
A uniquely Canadian sound
Taking our reciprocal pride
and passing it around

No matter where this life takes you
it’s good to know
that you can always come home…
Back to your family and your friends
with stories of where you’ve been
To the harmony of your hometown
To where you always begin
Accompanied by the music of your life,
that defines you from within.


Outside at The Forum, August ’93

Bigger stage, overflowing crowd
The same electric atmosphere
For the appreciative and proud
Reconnected with a great friend
Gary and Hodgie, the Queen’s years
Kingston to Toronto, and back
A hug, The Hip, and a couple of beers

A common thread of identity
The words, drums, the guitars
Intimate and intertwined
under a constellation of stars


Fast forward 25 years, Ottawa

Tailgating, second to last show
We are raucous, we are ready
Inspired by what we know
A brave, triumphant journey
Our home and our native land
Man Machine Poem, and mutual respect 
The storyteller, their crowd, this band

It’s not about patriotic pathos
It’s a celebration, for 30 plus years
It’s new songs mixed with older
Rhythmic recollection, maybe a few tears
It’s whole cities of support
An entire country, and its heart
Lyrically linked, together as one
Joined at the Hip, from the start.

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The pulse of a nation
A Tragically Hip tune
on a radio station

No matter where the music takes you

it’s good to know
You can always come home…
Back to those perennial seeds,

the ones you chose to sew
Firmly planted, in hometown soil
The seeds that helped you grow
Pride, a poet, and a band of brothers,
home for one more show.

Last night…     

A front row seat in Port Perry
It’s Scotty, Tim, Peter and me
A musical postcard from Kingston
The Tragically Hip, in a pub, for free
Honoured guest at a party for all of us
August 20, 2016, a tall pint, a toast, a sip
A thoughtfully wrapped three-hour gift
To Canada, with love, from The Hip.


If that was it,
then so it shall be.
I want you to know,
it meant the world to me.

Thank you.
            G.G.
Kingston, ON
August 21, 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rain

           RAIN

I open my window,
a crack,
just to hear you
You have this way,
a knack,
when I’m near you
I close my eyes
and listen 
Imagine the leaves,
their glisten
You relax
and you sooth me
You inspire
and you move me
You put
my mind
at ease
As you breeze
through
the trees
The rhythm
of your tears
It’s music
to my ears
The breath
of a sigh
As the clouds
gently cry

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I open the curtain,
the blind
Open my heart,
my mind
I see your
scattered flight
Framed
in morning light
You relax
and you sooth me
You inspire
and you move me
You change
my mood
in an instance
You wash
my worries
to the distance
The tranquility
of the scene
Sprinkles
on my screen
The essence
The refrain
My affinity
for the rain

 

 

Wavelength

           Wavelength
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Apart in our own worlds

Regrettable but inevitable
Too much time in between.
Some texts and a phone call
Reflective two hour drive
Back to where we’ve been.

Always able to continue
Exactly where we left off
The bond will always hold.
Seamlessly joined together
Cohesive and carefree
Like yesterdays of old.

Vicarious rock and roll
Symbiotic music appreciation
Smiles and affirmative glances.
Twenty minute trade-offs

Guitars and emphatic drums
Meandering random dances.

Age irrelevant atmosphere
Perpetually young of heart
Suspended in our prime.
Reluctantly grown men
Trading personal tracks
While losing track of time.

Irreplaceable friends
Life long brothers
Taking time to play.
The comfort in knowing
That our yesterdays
Can always be today.

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Embraces and honesty
No subject we can’t broach
Confronting life with laughter.
Best men, best buddies
Beside for ups and downs
Before, during and after.

Team and battery mates

Sharing one wavelength
Signals and tell tale signs.
Uncommon commonalities
References unique to us
Through life and like minds.

Truly rewarding hours
Our innate predictability
That sense of what’s known.
The unspoken understanding
Essential and soothing
Inevitable, and our own.

Miles and hours apart
Responsibilities and reality
We make time for the game.FB_IMG_1454780080387[1]
With the sigh of our certainty
We carry on with who we are
Family, in everything but name.

Irreplaceable friends
Life long brothers
Taking time to play.
The comfort in knowing
That our yesterdays
Can always be today.

 

Wakefield

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Wakefield
A small village
A huge heart
A desperate family
A new start

Perogies, and perspective
New friends, community, drinks
The comfort in knowing
What the best in us thinks
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Live music for what ails me,
My spirit needing a lift
The Black Sheep beckoned
My own pre-Christmas gift

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A Weber Brother’s Christmas’…
That had to be good for my soul
I was alone, and a few hours early
 So, it would be fresh air and a stroll
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Intending to bide some time,
I curiously opened your door
Just looking for a unique pint
What I found,  was far more

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At first, it was exactly what I wanted
A small crowd, and ‘Perogy Night’!
Easing into the Kaffé 1870 atmosphere
Something about it, feeling just right

It didn’t take very long, however
The numbers began to grow
For live music and a fundraiser
More and more locals, I came to know

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Kaffé 1870, Wakefield for Refugees
An awaiting host, a timely cause

A community coming together
Just like that, and just because

Words from the dedicated organizers,
A gregarious councillor, made everyone smile
The people, the closeness, the obvious warmth
My trip, already, well worth its while

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It would become hard for me to leave
‘Godknowswhat’ was sublime
Extremely accomplished musicians
Donating their talent, and their time

I couldn’t count all of the terrific chats
I had found, in just a few hours
But, what I will never underestimate
Is community, and its obvious powers

Wakefield for Refugees sign showing $30,000 raised.

Seeing the good in so many people
And knowing, when I hear it
Experiencing your generosity

And sharing in your spirit

A raffle ticket, some Bean Fair coffee,
For my table, another round 
I had donated, but felt like the recipient
As I departed, Black Sheep bound
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Two Weber hours later
After another fantastic show
It was time for me to leave
But, I didn’t really want to go

Reflecting, smiling again,
And thinking, alone in my car
About an extremely fortunate family
About just how lucky they are

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Heading home, yet feeling closer
Invigorated, inspired, alive
Accompanied by this community
For my two-hour drive

Kaffé 1870, and The Black Sheep,
The warmest of patrons, and cold beer
And Wakefield, I am grateful
That circumstance brought me here
—–

Perogies, and perspective
New friends, community, drinks

The comfort in knowing
What the best of us thinks

A close community
An open heart
A fortunate family
A new start

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Weiland

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Certain impressions

Cemented imprints
  Moments, that always
  Will remain with me.
Stamps of clarity
Distinct interpretations
Times, to never forget
That only I may see.

A concert among many
A smallish venue
Dedicated patrons
Pressed against the gates.
At that precise instant
I saw it in his eyes
The sure realization
The nod to his mates.

He knew he had us
The right people
Pleased to meet us
At one with his crowd.
With each familiar track
We rose to the occasion
To a body of work
That made him proud.

Belying his frailty
Gaunt and ashen
Worn down by the life
And wearing the age.
The consummate showman
Doing his thing
The slightest of figures
Commanding the stage.

I remember it vividly
The crispness of the performance
Struck by the energy
The electricity, the pace.
Tight and professional
The purity of the music
The megaphonic intensity
The smile on his face.

The wail of the guitar
Meandering behind his words
The roar of the crowd
As the last note sustained.
All had been sung and done
Two plus hours invested
The whole band as one
Fully and entirely drained.

Standing, arm in arm
Having given their all
Drenched in their art
Soaking in our applause.
 Recognizing the enormity
Of our live experience
 Spent on the stage
Entirely, and just because.

RIP

 

Commute

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Commute

Car acoustics
take me away
The soundtrack
to another day
Open road
An open mind
Work in front of me
then left behind


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To and from 
The same routine
So I prepare myself
for the time between
Beyond the stop lights
I begin my day
New music loaded
and I press play

This familiar highway
Sets the scene

For rhythmic places
I’ve never been
Alone with an artist
I’ve just met
Reality
on the horizon
but not yet

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 Car stereo
An hour each way
The soundtrack
The tone of my day
Mental preparation
for come what may
A mindful escape
Just press play

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Commute enhanced
by drums and guitar
Outside of myself
inside of my car
On my own
with whomever I choose
Lost in the lyrics
I never lose

 Delving into the unknown
alters my view
The same drive
yet something new
Enraptured escape
in tunes sublime
Nothing in front of me
except the time

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Car stereo
The cerebral way
The soundtrack

The refrain of my day
To different places
I can get away
I strap myself in

and I hit play

 


 

 

ALLEGIANCE

 

RUSH

Allegiance

Gathered here on a single mission
In the spirit of audio and visual bliss
An awesome display of sight and sound
A rhythmic reunion, none could miss

Allegiance in a sea of mass devotion
Shoulder to shoulder to shoulder as one
United in song through words of worth
Swaying in unison, from father to son


Senses tingle with warm anticipation
Dedication embodied in a progressive line
A growing buzz of impending fortune
The stage is set, a harmonious shrine

Final sound check a technicality
Test, test, testing my circumstance
A luminous flicker now seals our fate
A fraternal nudge, a knowing glance

Stirring up this all familiar fire
A splendid spark ignites the room
The truest kindred kinetics at work
Signals smoulder and meet their doom

Soaring strings rip through the night
Sending shock waves to the collective soul
Shattering atmosphere with jet fueled force
Ascending to new heights, their lofty goal


The holy triumvirate, a cohesive team
Unified as one, in purpose and name
Each an extension, one to the other
Perpetually placed at the top of their game

Fingers flying with a frantic ease
A blur of clarity at breakneck pace
Cleanly amplified in cool precision
Leading the way in this frenetic chase

There is no rest when you’re this wicked
Working triple duty in double time
Carrying the beat with hands and feet
Haunting each note, the bass sublime

So much discussion about the percussion
The genius, resplendent, in his comfort zone
Signature sound from the theatre round
Pure perfection, every limb to each his own


Their powers collide with brutal intensity
Crackling notes that scatter and fall
Always landing in their perennial place
Destined to reanimate when they get the call

From solo diversions to acoustic excursions
Mindful anthems, tried and tested and true
Seemly transitions by consummate musicians
Something so bold and something real new

Repeatedly cleansing our collective palate
A virtual feast of fancy for hungry ears
Delicious memories and food for thought
Life blood nutrition that spans our years

A three hour journey inside of ourselves 
Time gracefully flies until the end draws near
A brotherhood of man, we rise as one
The crescendo complete with the final cheer         
                           

Gathered here on a single mission
In the spirit of audio and visual bliss
An awesome display of sight and sound
A rhythmic reunion, none could miss

Allegiance in a sea of mass devotion
An enduring body of work, matched by few
United in song through words of worth
A Hall-of-Fame band that has earned its due.

                                 G.G.  Oct. 16/12

Never

blocked path

Never


‘Never’ appeared in an instant…
And we never had a chance.

Never said the right words
Never took a confident stance
Had no time to fight for us
Never had a chance

Never felt such sudden separation
Never as wide as that expanse
Had no time to reach for you
Never had a chance

Never showed you all that I am
Never got to impress or enhance
Had no time to get to know me
Never had a chance

Never walked hand in hand
Never felt true romance
Had no time to hold on tight
Never had a chance

Never entertained new friends
Never got to enjoy a dance
Had no times to celebrate
Never had a chance

Never enjoyed a live band
Never shared a musical trance
Had no song to call our own
Never had a chance

Never smiled across a room
Never exchanged a knowing glance
Had no time to just feel great
Never had a chance

Never had a heartfelt discussion
Never took a positive stance
Had no time to hope for love
Never had a chance

 Never put our lives together…
Never took the chance.

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I have found over the last couple of years that I have a certain ritual that I perform whenever I am doubting my place in this world.
     I actually go outside and stand on the street and look back at my house, my car, my life and I pause and realize just how fortunate that I am.
     Then I walk around it all and stop to take a good look out back.
       Deck needs work… trees need trimming… house needs paint… and I need fulfillment.  I sit or stand on my deck and bask in the exhilaration of uncertainty.
        Then I go inside and look at some of the pictures on the wall… listen to some familiar music… soak in some of the memories… and suddenly I have refound my fortune… and my home. 
          I usually think about staying inside more… working on my deck gradually… using the front door a lot… and then my two daughters walk through that same door and I am fulfilled until the next time.
 
 
 
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SEEN

I try to see, in a perceptive light
A careful view, before hindsight…
 
I see it in you, and in what you sayEX TRAIL
Hope resonates with your every word
Entirely wrapped up, within it all
Yet, you are not entirely self-assured
 

Calm in manner, inside of herself
Marking her trail for a safe retrace
She never leaves if unprepared
A need to know, at a quickened pace

Life drives her when things get stale
Attention to detail on an awesome scale
 
An uphill climb, just setting out
To the first plateau with easy hope
Site unseen, on the downward side

Loose impediments, a slippery slope

Independence is her nature’s will,
with a new horizon over every hill

Slingshot branches, transparent webs
Broken limbs and exposed roots
Washed out paths, sideways jumps
Strategic moves to keep dry boots

A different challenge with every day,
taking careful steps along the way

A peaceful rest on level ground
trail3Settling beside the brush she clears
Hues of tranquility, natural surround
Her sighing breath, the last she hears

Despite scurried sounds of subtle fury,
she takes her while, there is no hurry


I see it in you, in that moment alone
With solitary sigh, you soak it all in
Just as soon, you get up and go
For you, that’s how it’s always been

I always want to see you hit your stride.
I will always be there, by your side.

                              

 

I try to see, in a perceptive light
A careful view, beyond hindsight…

I see it in you, in your ups and downs
Energy measured by a metronome
Musical reminders are all around
A withdrawn place, that you call home


His every day has sharps and flats
IMG_20130617_111637Soothed alone, along sliding scales
Open notes, with pedals and picks
His hopes reverb, his guitar wails

Craftsman hands on razor strings
Sometime remains for loftier things

A shell outside his former self
Rhythm section, his toe tap feet
Strums alone, against this world
Internal bass, a heart-felt beat

Suspended existence, inside bare walls
as his spirits rise, and his body falls

Under an influence beyond his reach
Buys the ticket he should not afford
A melodic journey, away from it all
A familiar refrain, it strikes a chord

He collects his tools as he ingests facts,
and hones his craft with an altered axe

His visions of grandeur get him going
Seen ampBut out of sorts, he stops too soon
Amplified illusion, in double time
His insides sing, but they’re out of tune

The missing element that bonds great bands
Faltering instrument, it’s out of his hands


I see it in you, in that moment alone
With a solitary sigh, you soak it all in
Just as soon, your get up is gone
For you, that’s how it’s always been

I always want to see you at your best.
I am always here to discuss the rest.

 

 
 
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