My lovely and talented friend, Toronto jazz diva Shannon Butcher, is about to release her new CD, Words We Both Could Say. You can preview four of the ten tracks on the album here and you can order your advance copy here. Do it! She is fabulous! We ordered our copies this evening and are gleefully tuning our phonograph in preparation for her fine, fine music. Can't wait to hear it, Shannon!
I was actually thinking about Shannon and her new CD (oh, and join her fan page on Facebook! Do it!) earlier this evening when I was out strolling with the hound. I'm a little worried that, with the release of her album on the horizon, she'll be too busy promoting her own brilliant work to help me out on my pet project; a CD of songs that I sing to the dog on our walks together. This could be a blessing, though - I can use the time to really hone my lyrics.
Here are some of the ones I'm working on:
Sometimes Pull-y Pups Don't Get To Go Where They Want
That'd Better Be Grass You're Eating
Your Kind Aren't Welcome at the Ivanhoe Pub
That Boy Dog Should Have Bought You Dinner First
Puddles
You'll Never Get Your Mouth On a Duck (So Give It Up)
It's Hard for a Girl Dog To Whiz on the Bushes (that's the country track)
That Frothy Gob Hanging from Your Schnozz is Deeply Fetching
Puddles (Vancouver remix)
These are just working titles, you understand. But I'm just getting started! And I'm not averse to turning this into a box set idea - perhaps paired with a CD of feline standards ("Your Face Got In The Way of My Claws Again") with a secret track about ferrets ("We're Not Weasels, We Just Look That Way")? What do you think, pet lovers? With Shannon so busy, I'm looking for collaborators!
