Monday, December 05, 2016

Calendar Fun

Snow falling coast-to-coast in Canada, it's time to warm up inside Santa's workshop - and see how Allison Crowe's Musical Advent Calendar comes together. Next year, everyone can be doing this!

For example, to create the antique angel icon start with a scan of a vintage postcard from The Graphics Fairy, a great resource for DIYers and Crafters - http://thegraphicsfairy.com


Next, crop the image into a circle shape using Lunapic - http://www194.lunapic.com/editor - add a dash of colour, if you choose. Figure out the date for your selection and add the number. Then, let it be :)

       
Each day through Christmas a new link will open on Allison's Musical Advent Calendar @ http://allisoncrowe.com/MusicalAdventCalendar2016.html

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Monday, October 21, 2013

"Famous Blue Raincoat" mash-up

Concluding “Heavy Graces”, the audio album, and the music-movie mash-up series that accompanies Allison Crowe’s newest release – is this second version of “Famous Blue Raincoat”.
The song’s composer, Leonard Cohen, says, it reflects on the "tyranny" of possession -- of the kind that enslaves us as women and men.
Impressionistic visuals come from director Josef von Sternberg’s 1930/31 film "The Blue Angel" ("Der blaue Engel"). Experience this classic movie in full @ http://archive.org/details/theblueangel1930

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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Famous Blue Raincoat (choral) - Allison Crowe (Heavy Graces)

"Famous Blue Raincoat", its composer, Leonard Cohen, says, reflects on the "tyranny" of possession -- of the kind that enslaves us as women and men.

It's territory covered here by musician Allison Crowe. (Crowe's previously celebrated the Cohen songbook via renowned interpretations of "Hallelujah", "Joan of Arc" and other tunes from the master songsmith.)


Impressionistic visual accompaniment comes via film scenes from "The Blue Angel" ("Der blaue Engel" first released in Europe in 1930 saw its full North American release the following year.)

This choral rendition of the Leonard Cohen classic is the first of two versions recorded by Allison Crowe for her album "Heavy Graces".

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Saturday, April 02, 2011

Angel

"The sounds fumbling from 'Surfacing' played out as soundtrack to a large chunk of my teenage-hood," Allison Crowe tells UK music writer Stephen Thomas ('We Write Lists' blog). Naturally, then, Allison chose a song from that Sarah McLachlan album to close her "Tidings" collection. Here it is, "Angel", ethereal and real.

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Sunday, May 23, 2010

Pieces of You - 'We Write Lists' Part 5


UK blog 'We Write Lists' presents the penultimate excerpt in its series of Allison's guest blogs - which begins:

"Before, and into, my teens, I often had a hard time sleeping in my own bed - I remember thinking it was haunted. I'd have bad dreams there, and so I moved from bed to couch to-couch-to-bed and on. A mainstay in the soundtrack of those times was Jewel's 'Pieces of You'."


To enjoy the fifth post in the six-part series, click on the album cover image above.

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Saturday, May 15, 2010

Surfacing - 'We Write Lists' Part Four


It's time for the fourth part in the series of Allison Crowe's guest blogs on We Write Lists:

"Over the last few weeks we've had the pleasure of bringing you the first three entries in a series of musician and singer-songwriter Allison Crowe's guest-posts for We Write Lists. We'd asked her to write about her six favourite albums, which was admittedly a cruel challenge to set. Instead, Allison chose six albums that held her heart, and influenced her significantly, during the formative years of her musical life. And, kindly, she sent us so much on each album that they warranted serialisation - the fourth excerpt of which you may enjoy now..."


Click on the "Surfacing" album cover above to see the newest essay in the series.

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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Nostalgia complete with chilly hands and rosy cheeks


I took a walk today in the snow-covered, perfectly-icicled and delicately-lit, neighbourhood where I have spent most of, and indeed the very first, Christmases of my life. I have officially traveled back in time.

The winter walks are best in the evening when the sky is a purplish blue and everything is completely silent except for the music with a hop to dancing in my ears. This is life, slowed down.

If nothing else, (for all you bah-hum-buggers out there), the end of the year is a time when, hopefully, you can find a minute for solace and reflection. If you're snowed in, you may have no choice. (Hopefully, too, you enjoy the company of whomever you're snowed in with… otherwise, it's "Shining" time.)

The rest of the year life seems to carry on in a hectic and harried pace, and it's painfully easy to lose yourself to it. The weather, the delays, the nasty roads, the barricades and the seemingly unmanageable stress seem to me right now like Mother Nature having a laugh. "See folks? You can do a lot, sure. You have your planes your trains and your automobiles, but I have control of the weather. Slow the eff down."

(Some of the roads out here are dangerous, btw, I agree with nature, slow the eff down and be careful on ’em. Your family and/or friends love you even though they may eat your favorite chocolate out of the box.)

I've been the designated tree-decorator in my family’s house since I was about five. I still am. Seriously. When I'm not here, it doesn't happen. She's pretty this year, and after some carefully plotted out lighting, (after various unsuccessful attempts at sticking lights up his butt), Santa sits gracefully on top of the tree.

It was going to be a star. I thought, you know, the ’80s are back this year, might as well use one of these old-school stars. Knowing full well that the lights on said star would no longer work, I decided to head the problem off at the pass. All new lights, arranged and shaded in such a way that my five-year-old self would be proud. Then I plugged it in. Then it blew up.

(...well, it was more of an instantaneous burning out type short of all of the lights. For a moment though, I am pretty sure it was super impressive. Enter Santa.)

Santa's sitting there right now, atop the tree, light in hand as a lantern to help him navigate through the snowy nights and give all the presents and horde all the cookies. We forgive him his hoover-like cookie-love, the ol' lug.

There are knit stockings, decorations, too much food, too much drink, music, stories shared (even about the stress of getting to and from the GD malls… commiseration is underrated sometimes!), old friends seen and hugged, and those lost remembered.

My grandpa loved Spongebob. My grandad loved the ginger chocolates. My grandma was into astrology. My uncle introduced me to "Dorf on Golf".

This Christmas I get to see one nephew get super-excited about Christmas, and my other nephew have his first Christmas EVER!!

This winter, I get to see friends on both Canadian coasts (weather-permitting) and embark on new adventures and look back at old ones and smile. I got the chance to sing and play and meet new friends and hear their stories and share some of mine. Chances are I will make new friends in airports whenever I experience weather-delays. I'll have to laugh when they lose my luggage.

There is nothing more beautiful than seeing humans come together in times of stress and throwing up their hands and saying, you know what? Life IS too short. Let's enjoy what we have while we have it 'cause in a second it can change, whether for good or bad. Let's celebrate the positive and negative from this year, and of the years past, and the years to come. Everything is ever moving, always changing. Have a look at what goes on around you, it's life, and it's what we're here to live.

Peace, Merry Christmas and happy winter, everybody.

Alley :)


Please send happy thoughts and wishes to my friend James who is still in hospital healing, and whom we all love very much, and to his lovely wife Kim.

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