Toronto Singer-Songwriter Greg Wyard Premieres “At The End Of The Day” Video from Hugh’s Room CD Release Party

Greg Wyard

Every so often, I have the extra special pleasure of working with a recording artist whose music I personally really love and Greg Wyard is one such artist. The man is a genius. He’s not only a brilliant musician and gifted singer-songwriter, but he’s also very computer savvy.  The audio and video for his self-penned and arranged “At The End Of The Day” was edited, mixed and colour corrected by Greg, which is pretty impressive, but as you’ll see, it’s his music that really speaks for itself. Without further adieu, I invite you to watch the video premiere from Greg’s live performance of  “At The End Of The Day” at the June 2014 CD Release party for his third album, Encore, at Hugh’s Room in Toronto.

Joining Greg that night were Will Hare on piano, Todd Huckabone, Tim Bovaconti and Ed Bernard on guitars, Troy Feener on drums, Nick Wyard on percussion, Anna Atkinson and Brielle Melle on violins, Amanda Penner on viola, Alex McMaster on cello, Paul Tarussov on trombone, Steve Dyte on trumpet and Braxton Hicks on sax.

For those of you who haven’t heard of him yet, Greg Wyard is a singer-songwriter, guitarist and bass player who has been diligently working at his craft since he was ten years old. Greg moved to Canada from his native England at age 13 and settled in Toronto, earning a reputation as one of its most hardworking solo performers. Greg has a music degree from McGill University, and released three original CDs from which his songs “Something I made up” and “What are you trying to prove” both placed in the Standard Radio National songwriting competition. An international performer, he has toured the United States, England, Malta, Australia, Norway and most recently Goa.

Unapologetically melodic in his writing, Greg’s songs can’t escape the influences of the music that shaped him – The Beatles, Crowded House, Squeeze – and he loves to write pop songs that surprise you with an intricate little guitar line here or an unexpected key change there.

As a cover performer, Greg has an encyclopedic knowledge of popular music. Known for Greg Wyard Encorehis faithful reproductions of intricate classic rock songs such as Bohemian Rhapsody and Baba O’Reilly (which you can watch and listen to on YouTube or Soundcloud) using just his voice and guitar, he can play any one of a thousand songs off the top of his head.

Greg released his third CD entitled Encore in 2014 and is currently promoting the CD around Canada and the rest of the world.

If you have an opportunity to see Greg Wyard perform live at any one of the intimate venues that he currently frequents, DO NOT MISS HIM! You will be utterly amazed by his talent and if you have the chance to chat with him, you’ll also discover what a genuine and personable gentlemen he is. Artists like Greg Wyard are responsible for inspiring me to want to pursue a career in the Canadian music industry and to continue to work hard to do my absolute best at promoting them through social media marketing.

Please be sure to leave Greg a comment on YouTube with your thoughts about his new video.

Waiting For John / An Ode To The Century Past / Imagine by Boris Glikman

The Dakota NYCWell, I finally made it to the city that never sleeps.  Of course the very first place I go to is The Dakota. I spent so many years reading about it, picturing it in my mind, dreaming about visiting it and now I am actually standing right outside its famous wrought-iron gates!

It is October the 9th, 2009. I have specifically timed my very first visit to New York City to coincide with his birthday. Surely he must come out and acknowledge his fans on a day like this, accept their greetings, perhaps even blow out the candles on the cakes some of his admirers will undoubtedly bring along.

Within five minutes of arriving at The Dakota—and what a thrill it is to see it for the very first time—Yoko walks right past me. Strangely, she carries no presents in her hands and looks rather melancholy on this joyous occasion. No, not just melancholy, more than that, she looks completely disconsolate and deflated, shrunken almost, as if some vital part of her has been amputated. But surely, once she walks into their apartment on the 9th floor, his famous wit will cheer her up and his cheeky smile will make her smile, too.

Meantime, I will stand here and wait for him to come out. I have flown across oceans to see him and see him I definitely will, despite those ugly rumours I overheard some time ago about something horrifying that apparently befell him a while back. What nonsense! Crazy things like that just don’t take place in our world. Surely fate would take extra-special care of such a man to ensure nothing bad happened to the creator of such sublime and immortal beauty. Why, I am certain he is half-lying, half-sitting on his bed right now, as I’ve seen him do in photos, picking notes on his guitar and creating more sonic jewels of ineffable wonder.

And so I will stand here and wait for him to come out, till nightfall if necessary, for I have to prove to myself that he is in fact a real person and not just an idealised construct created by mankind to satisfy its insatiable need for heroes. For it is almost impossible to believe so many timeless masterpieces could inexhaustibly flow out of one man. What if he is just an archetypal symbol of our hopes, our dreams, our aspirations for a utopian existence and so all my waiting is in vain? But no, that can’t be!

And so I will stand here and wait for him to come out, till nightfall if necessary, to wish him a happy birthday and to press into his hands some of my own poems and stories, so that he can see for himself that we both share the same ideals and beliefs.

And I will grab the opportunity to tell him how much his music has meant to me over the years, how his music gave me the inspiration and the courage to reach for peaks in my own creative endeavours, how music for me is the loftiest form of art and the most sublime means of expression. Alas, not being gifted with having celestial sounds divine arising and frolicking in my mind, I instead am constrained to convey my inner being through lame, unwieldy, coarse lumps of words.

I will let him know how I have tried to continue his mission of spreading hope and light around the world through my own writings, my own actions, my own conduct and interactions with people, for even one small candle can destroy the infinite darkness of the entire night.

Until then, I will wait, for I know if I wait long enough, he will come. He just has to come, for New York City is the place where everything is achievable, the place where impossible, ineffable dreams come true. And so if I just close my eyes and wish hard enough, surely he must appear!

“Waiting for John” comes from a series of pieces written by Boris Glikman titled “Impressions of America” after he visited the USA. This series takes a surreal and unusual look at America. Read more about Boris’ adventures here.

AN ODE TO THE CENTURY PAST

That was the age of despair, disrepair
of the damned and the condemned
but this is now, the New Utopia.

That was the time when we killed off our muses,
throwing their remains to the ravenous dogs;
our innocence disembowelled,
our hopes quartered
with five hollow-point bullets
on that cold December night. 

When six million replaced six-six-six
as the accursed number of all eternity and
six million nameless faces,
six million faceless names
were extinguished for that greatest crime of all –
Existence.

But this is now, the Neo-Utopia.

That was the age of despair, disrepair
when raven-black sun
threw rays of shadow upon the Earth
and giant bullfrogs ate pygmy antelope
bones, hooves and all.

But still we fought on, hoping for meaning to appear.
Yet when it arrived, it was only in our dreams,
dissipating the moment we awoke
and grabbed at its gossamer threads
with our crude, clumsy hands.

And this is now, the Last Utopia.

Imagine by Michael Cheval

“Imagine” by Michael Cheval


Imagine

When the city that never sleeps finally retires to bed, exhausted by its own exuberance and hyperactivity, then and only then does John appear at the memorial dedicated to him in Central Park.

Betrayed and forsaken by God, Fate and Mankind on that cold December night, John now performs for no one but himself, singing softly the sonic jewels of wonder he has composed posthumously, and still believing, despite everything that had happened, love is all you need.

He wears a hat made out of a mincer which is filled not with dead meat but with living strawberries, his favourite fruit, and his piano is a zebra-girl hybrid who died young, at the very same instant John passed into eternity.

If all this seems to be quite bizarre and beyond belief, one must remember this is New York City after all, a place where impossible and ineffable dreams do come true, if only one imagines them hard enough.

@Boris Glikman

The Wellington Street Theatre Presents ‘The Bobby Show’

THE BOBBY SHOW

Written and performed by Michael K. Myers

The Wellington Street Theatre will be presenting ‘The Bobby Show’ on Saturday, May 22, 2010 at 8pm.

The show is a tribute to the great ‘Bobby’ singers of the late 50’s, and early 60’s. Featured will be songs originally recorded by Bobby Darin, Bobby Vee, Bobby Vinton,

Bobby Vinton

Bobby Curtola, and other Bobbys from that perhaps more innocent era of pop music, and stories behind those singers, and their songs.

The songs include Rockin’ Robin, My Special Angel, The Night Has A Thousand Eyes, Fortune Teller, Blue Velvet, Honey, Dream Lover, Mack The Knife, and many more. The Bobby Show is sung and performed by Michael K. Myers, with his band ‘The Real Gone Cats’.

Michael Myers, the creator of the show says, ” I thought it would be fun to put together a music revue featuring just songs by, and stories about, the various Bobby singers who come from an overlooked, and often critically looked down upon period in popular music -the late 50’s, through to the early 60’s, prior to the British Invasion, and the arrival of The Beatles. I think some exciting, well crafted, and memorable music was produced then, by talented singers, and songwriters, including the Bobby’s, and it definitely had, and still has, a big influence on my performing, and songwriting career.”

Bobby Curtola

Tickets are $20/adults and $15/seniors & students

Tickets can be purchased online at www.wellingtonst.net
and www.bottletreeinc.com, at Renaissance Music, or at The Grand Theatre at 218 Princess Street. Call 613-530-2050.

At The Wellington Street Theatre
Fred Eaglesmith – Friday, May 21st
The Bobby Show with hits from the 50’s and 60’s – Saturday, May 22nd
Book of Spells: A love story about two older women – Saturday, June 12th
Sir John A. MacDonald – July
Sleeping Beauty – July
Til The Boys Come Home – November