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I’m heading up to a beautiful part of Georgian Bay tonight, to play a house concert at the evocatively titled  Zen Waffle Inn, in the equally unusually titled town of Waubaushene Ontario.

I am actually no stranger to Waubaushene, as it is right around the corner from where I grew up spending my summers at Camp NeeKauNis.  Maybe I’ll take a walk to Duffy’s General Store…catch a sunset on Second Hill…
I’m excited to drive out of town.  Eve Golberg and I always have fine conversations in the car.   She is working on a beautiful new song about Burma…I’m hoping she’ll try it out tonight.
On Corin Raymond’s effusive recommendation I went to hear Jonathan Byrd on Wednesday night at Hugh’s Room;  I was prepared that it would be a great concert, but it was a really, really really great concert. He is truly an unusually gifted songwriter, a great player, a great singer, a real storyteller — and he makes it all seem effortless.   So intimate and so simple and so classy.  Jonathan Byrd is the real deal, yes sirree.  I’m a convert.