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didnât see one woman at the shows. We appealed to the ordinary Joe kind of guy.
We dressed like Neil Young: farmersâ flannel or denim shirts, jeans with patches, lumberjack boots. The difference was that while Neil looked frail with a twenty-eight-inch waist, we were size thirty-eight, soon to become forty-eight. He was a young tree while we were mighty oaks. The legend that surrounded us in the early days, and I remember actually reading this in a magazine, was that we were lumberjacks living in the forest who found guitars abandoned in an old car. We didnât eat a peanut butter sandwich, we ate a loaf of peanut butter sandwiches. We didnât eat a piece of apple pie, we ate the whole pie. We didnât live in houses, we slept outdoors in the snow.
My Picks
âAINâT NO MOUNTAIN HIGH ENOUGHâ by Ashford and Simpson
âDUNROBINS GONEâ by Brave Belt
âFLYING ON THE GROUND IS WRONGâ by the Buffalo Springfield
âFLYING ON THE GROUND IS WRONGâ by the Guess Who
âHEY HO (WHAT YOU DO TO ME)â by the Guess Who (with Ashford and Simpson)
âHIS GIRLâ by the Guess Who
âHURTING EACH OTHERâ by the Guess Who (with Ashford and Simpson)
âJUST LIKE ROMEO AND JULIETâ by the Reflections
âLIGHT MY FIREâ (Jose Feliciano version) by the Guess Who
âLIGHT MY FIREâ (the Doors version) by the Guess Who
âNEVER COMINâ HOMEâ by Brave Belt
âSLEDGEHAMMERâ by BTO
âTHIS TIME LONG AGOâ by the Guess Who
Lenny, Neil, and Me
The two musicians whoâve had the most direct and enduring impact on my life and my career are Lenny Breau and Neil Young. I came in contact with both growing up in Winnipeg, and both continue to inspire me.
LENNY BREAU
Jazz guitarist extraordinaire Lenny Breau mentored me in my early years learning guitar, and his lessons remain at the core of my own style of playing. Lenny was the ultimate technician of the guitar, incorporating elements of classical, flamenco, rockabilly, and jazz into a unique approach that few others have been able to master. There was only one Lenny Breau.
He was born in Auburn, Maine, and moved to Winnipeg as a teenager. He was only a few years older than me. Lenny started playing guitar at age seven and left school at age ten. There was no point in him continuing at school. All he wanted to do was play guitar, and so his parents, Hal and Betty Breau, let him quit. By the time he was twelve, he was playing full time in his parentsâ band, the Lone Pine and Betty Cody Show, and travelling. Lenny was truly a music guy. He could barely read or write. He couldnât even balance his cheque book. But he would practise his guitarfifteen to sixteen hours a day. He just played guitar all day because he wanted to master it all.
In the late 50s Lenny was touring the Prairie provinces, playing shows with his parents. In the middle of their sets they would say, âAnd now weâre going to turn it over to Junior, whoâs going to play you a song. Take it away, Junior!â Junior was Lone Pine Jr., and when heâd take over it sounded like a whole band playing. I could hear bass and chords and a melody all at the same time. I thought Junior was a band.
Once at the end of their show, Lone Pine announced that next week theyâd be playing live in the car lot at Gelhorn Motors on North Main across from Kildonan Park in West Kildonan. That wasnât very far from where I lived, so the following Saturday I hopped on my bicycle and rode over to Gelhorn Motors to see what Junior was, because I loved the music. Iâm watching the band and Lone Pine and Betty perform when Pine says that theyâre going to take a break and turn it over to Junior. Iâm waiting to see this little combo come out, and instead this little guy steps forward and starts playing all by himself. Heâs really young, about my age, very slight and fragile
We dressed like Neil Young: farmersâ flannel or denim shirts, jeans with patches, lumberjack boots. The difference was that while Neil looked frail with a twenty-eight-inch waist, we were size thirty-eight, soon to become forty-eight. He was a young tree while we were mighty oaks. The legend that surrounded us in the early days, and I remember actually reading this in a magazine, was that we were lumberjacks living in the forest who found guitars abandoned in an old car. We didnât eat a peanut butter sandwich, we ate a loaf of peanut butter sandwiches. We didnât eat a piece of apple pie, we ate the whole pie. We didnât live in houses, we slept outdoors in the snow.
My Picks
âAINâT NO MOUNTAIN HIGH ENOUGHâ by Ashford and Simpson
âDUNROBINS GONEâ by Brave Belt
âFLYING ON THE GROUND IS WRONGâ by the Buffalo Springfield
âFLYING ON THE GROUND IS WRONGâ by the Guess Who
âHEY HO (WHAT YOU DO TO ME)â by the Guess Who (with Ashford and Simpson)
âHIS GIRLâ by the Guess Who
âHURTING EACH OTHERâ by the Guess Who (with Ashford and Simpson)
âJUST LIKE ROMEO AND JULIETâ by the Reflections
âLIGHT MY FIREâ (Jose Feliciano version) by the Guess Who
âLIGHT MY FIREâ (the Doors version) by the Guess Who
âNEVER COMINâ HOMEâ by Brave Belt
âSLEDGEHAMMERâ by BTO
âTHIS TIME LONG AGOâ by the Guess Who
Lenny, Neil, and Me
The two musicians whoâve had the most direct and enduring impact on my life and my career are Lenny Breau and Neil Young. I came in contact with both growing up in Winnipeg, and both continue to inspire me.
LENNY BREAU
Jazz guitarist extraordinaire Lenny Breau mentored me in my early years learning guitar, and his lessons remain at the core of my own style of playing. Lenny was the ultimate technician of the guitar, incorporating elements of classical, flamenco, rockabilly, and jazz into a unique approach that few others have been able to master. There was only one Lenny Breau.
He was born in Auburn, Maine, and moved to Winnipeg as a teenager. He was only a few years older than me. Lenny started playing guitar at age seven and left school at age ten. There was no point in him continuing at school. All he wanted to do was play guitar, and so his parents, Hal and Betty Breau, let him quit. By the time he was twelve, he was playing full time in his parentsâ band, the Lone Pine and Betty Cody Show, and travelling. Lenny was truly a music guy. He could barely read or write. He couldnât even balance his cheque book. But he would practise his guitarfifteen to sixteen hours a day. He just played guitar all day because he wanted to master it all.
In the late 50s Lenny was touring the Prairie provinces, playing shows with his parents. In the middle of their sets they would say, âAnd now weâre going to turn it over to Junior, whoâs going to play you a song. Take it away, Junior!â Junior was Lone Pine Jr., and when heâd take over it sounded like a whole band playing. I could hear bass and chords and a melody all at the same time. I thought Junior was a band.
Once at the end of their show, Lone Pine announced that next week theyâd be playing live in the car lot at Gelhorn Motors on North Main across from Kildonan Park in West Kildonan. That wasnât very far from where I lived, so the following Saturday I hopped on my bicycle and rode over to Gelhorn Motors to see what Junior was, because I loved the music. Iâm watching the band and Lone Pine and Betty perform when Pine says that theyâre going to take a break and turn it over to Junior. Iâm waiting to see this little combo come out, and instead this little guy steps forward and starts playing all by himself. Heâs really young, about my age, very slight and fragile
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