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on stage without throwing up in fear, so although I love music, my skills come in the form of listening. Those who can sing and play an instrument impress me – I can barely brush my teeth and check phone messages at the same time. In May, Reved hosted a night of free live entertainment called In the Spirit of Music at The Last Drop. For the event, we asked six local bands and musicians if they would be willing to play pro-bono for the audience. From day one, the spirit was there – Wanetta Stroo, vocalist and guitarist for Blindspot, was an enormous help in lining up all the musicians. Her band along with Sister Girl, Steve Smith, Highway One, Havoc Way and Positive Corruption, all agreed without hesitation to contribute to the night.
We were pretty sure the night would attract a good crowd, A) because it was free, and B) because we thought an event like this - with its mix of rock, "Railway Museum in fall" country, punk and contemporary - would bring such an assortment of music lovers out for the night, that it would be a swell time My sister’s the same; our strongest bond is through music. We may be getting older of integration. (and older), but we’re convinced we have And integrate they did; young, old; skatincredible, timeless taste for alternative ers, businessmen – it didn’t matter. Music modern rock; if no one else thinks so, we tastes may range, but in the end it’s the are at least sustained by each other. Like music we’re after and the overall goal is the teenagers we once were, conversations about new music will build with rising the same on everyone’s list – enjoyment. eagerness until one of us screams, “Oh The energy that comes from a dancing my god, we have such good taste in pack of humans can leave you in its music!” afterglow for days, hence the popularity of music celebrations. The Revelstoke Music We watch our lives through music – Festival is a prime example and one for through particular songs that just get ya which our town is becoming known during right there – uplifts, break-downs and the the summers. I’m looking forward to seeever so promising songs of love (sung ing some of the local acts playing at this really cool and with the least amount of happening affair in June. sap possible, of course).
Artist in Profile...Rachel Kelly is on page two
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of my earliest childhood recollections is of my parents’ love for music. Although their tastes for types of music differed greatly, the overall feeling was that music was a big part of life in our house. It was played often, loud and, at times, with little regard to us kids. Whether my sister and I wanted to hear an ABBA album at mid-night wasn’t up for discussion; we could either deal with it or join our night-owl mother cleaning the house. Sometimes just before bedtime, with our teeth brushed and jammies on, dad would sit us on the couch and pop some giant 80’s headphones on top of our small heads. We’d listen to "Boys of Summer", (a Don Henley song I still love), or something by The Doors, and, later I’d fall asleep to Rick Dee’s Weekly Top Forty coming from my clock radio. But the music didn’t always come from speakers; my mom has one of the prettiest birdsongs of a whistle and whatever she was doing: cooking, sewing, playing cards with dad, she’d whistle away. She also found her inner Broadway Star in her early fifties and handles the stage floor with conviction. Dad? Well, he’d belt out some jingles for kicks, like "Can’t Get Enough of Those Sugar Crisps", but his songs were best left sung by others. He could, however, play a mean set of airdrums and nobody knows the importance of good stereo sound like him. Besides early-onset tinnitus, one of the things I developed through childhood was what you’d expect from the offspring of these two people – a hearty appetite for music.
When I’m not listening to music from a stereo or other music-projector, there still remains some sort of tune in my head. This could be the tinnitus, sure, but I recently became aware that much of the music playing through my brain is my mind’s way of associating what I’m doing with what I’m thinking. If I’m rushing to get something done, I’ll start subconsciously humming something like, “Don’t you worry, there’s still time”, from alternative rock stars, Tegan and Sarah.
Heather Lea Publisher
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pg.2 pg.3 pg.4 pg.5 People talk about getting a song stuck in pg.6/7 their head all the time, but if you take a minute to hear the words, they sometimes pg.8 correlate to what’s on your mind. If you’re perpetually humming Christmas jingles, pg.9 you may want to get that checked out… pg.10 So far in life, I don’t play musical instruments, (although I’ve inherited the airdrum pg.11 gene, I think), and I’m not sure I could sing pg.12
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