Norma MacDonald and I went to Toronto to play. We played to a packed Cameron House & at an awesome house concert at Don Quarles’ place. You know what else? I did not get ONE parking ticket. That’s right, parking enforcers; I won this time.
KELLY SLOAN = 1, TORONTO = 0.
PS: Congrats on the playoff spot, Leafs. It may feel weird and foreign, but nice to have you back nonetheless. I prefer Canadian rivalries anyway.
1. This Friday, Curtis Chaffey & I will be playing at the Acoustic Grill in Picton, ON. The show starts at 7:00pm. Tell your friends!
2. There will be no open mic at the Ashton Pub this Easter Sunday, (March 31st). We will resume the following Sunday, April 7th. Last Sunday was completely packed with musicians. Thanks too all who came out. We continue to make Ashton the place to be every Sunday afternoon. Remember to join the mailing list to receive updates. (do this at the left of this page)

3. Norma MacDonald, a friend from Nova Scotia is coming to town in a couple weeks. We will be playing a show at Quinn’s on Bank St. before heading to Toronto for a couple more. Make sure to stay abreast of the “shows” page for the latest in where I’m playing.
Of late, I’ve been spending some quality time in jogging pants, crying and watching Hoarders while scarfing down the gourmet cheese and crackers I managed to whip up for dinner. One night, looking down, I noticed my big toe protruding out of the end of my stockings, showing off the remaining sliver of last July’s pedicure. Ahh, February, you cruel beast. But I’m fighting back against the wah wahs of winter and a number of great opportunities have helped out. At the beginning of this month, I had a great time playing at the Shenkman Arts Centre with Julia Dales. It was an amazing room with a big team of competent technicians. I’ve posted some videos on youtube from the show. I’ve cut the majority of my incessant nannering for your listening enjoyment. Take a peek here.
Last night, as I finished feeding the farm animals & was preparing to change into those familiar old jogging pants, I got a last minute call from the Blacksheep Inn asking me if I could whip down and open for American singer-songwriter, Josh Ritter. The magnitude of this opportunity didn’t fully register until I saw the size of his tour bus. I was honoured and pleased to play to a completely packed house. Thanks for everyone’s warm welcome to the local gal who showed up, probably smelling of hay and dog.
If you’ve made it this far in my story, you should probably just take a couple more seconds to follow me on twitter, or check out some upcoming shows. Your support is always appreciated.