I have started a new band, called Porter and the Stouts. Porter and the Stouts features the incredible Brandon Goodwin on the crashing drums, the wunderkind Robin Warner on the thump-a-lump bass, the foppish Andre Kirchhoff of delicately trimmed moustache on lead guitar and backing vocals, and myself: Claire Porter on rhythm guitar and lead vocals.
The music we’re making is cool; it swings through country rhythms with a eye for jazz. I’m going to figure out how to make a new website that connects up to this one here and release it soon so I can let you all know about developments.
For now, enjoy this picture of Mr Kirchhoff helping me play at Chick Pickin’ Mondays at Grumpy’s bar the last Monday of February.
I’ve been going through a lot of changes lately, cliche though that sounds. It’s not really an excuse, but it is a bit of an explanation as to why I’ve dropped updating this blog. So! A few announcements.
1.) I’m changing the name of upcoming album. It’s going to be called, Fibres.
2.) I’m completely redoing everything I started months ago. I’ve been listening to my recordings and they’re just not quite right, but fortunately, I’ve made an awesome new friend with a fancy recorder and I’m still going to try and hammer out my songs before the year is out.
3.) I did a photo shoot with my friend Mitali (check out her blog here). I’m not sure when to drop all the pics, but I’ll tantalize you with this one. She is good.
4.) I’m trying to organize some shows. Anyone want to play with me?
I took all day yesterday to record three songs. That’s right, about six hours to record about eleven minutes of usable material – and I’m not even sure about four minutes of that.
It’s pretty easy to drive yourself nuts with this kind of stuff. My trick is to assume that every rendition of the same song is of no consequence, even though I really have to get this done this week. It’s how I help myself relax, and even then, sometimes that doesn’t work. What if the cats get bored and start yowling? What if someone’s baby decides to start wailing just in front of my window? And then I tell myself that if the cats and babies in the neighbourhood decide to practice the Carol of the Bells together, then I can just try again tomorrow. It’s funny how I keep believing it.
That trick is sort of like something one of my friends taught me recently. He says that he can manipulate time by simply lying to himself; try it yourself. The next time you catch yourself saying, “Oh no, it’s only 6:30…” stop and say, “Hey! It’s 6:30 already!” And the time warp begins.
If all else fails, look at this picture.
Then, imagine how bad it would feel to be presented with a piano and have no thumbs.
Yesterday, J Stevens and I carted up our stuff and brought it all down to the NDG Arts Walk.
This was our table.
We had a special deal where each CD was $5, and some special Shoestring Studios Simple Fruit salsa, which I had made that morning.
We used organic Wapsipinicon peach tomatoes from the garden and organic parsley from our window box as well as organic Quebec field tomatoes, some purple, yellow, and green onions, jalapeno peppers and pineapple to make that delicious and sweet salsa for everyone to enjoy. Bonus? We had two jars left over for ourselves!
We promoted our next show as well: a Shoestring Showcase at Shaika Cafe this Thursday.