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ADAM BALDWIN’S No Rest for the Wicked – Raw, Real and Full of Heart!

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“I SPEAK IN RAINBOWS,
IT’S MY NATIVE TONGUE…”

“Let me go insane…” from ‘Half a Mind’ hits my ears over and over and I can’t help but think that it’s exactly what I need to hear right now. In fact this could be one of the most profound heartfelt 23 minutes and 15 seconds of music I’ve heard in a hell of a long time. Yes, I understand that this EP came out last year but wow. Sometimes something pops up and just screams at you to stop and pay attention. Musically that doesn’t always happen for me. As an artist it’s something I strive for. To connect. Adam Baldwin hits the nail right on the head with this rock n roll collection of songs that simply put are incredible and beautiful. It’s rare when honesty meets authenticity and is completely vulnerable.

“BABY MIND YOUR FOOTING,
MY TERRAIN IS DEADLY…”

‘Dark Beside the Dawn’ is absolutely one of the coolest songs ever written. Yes, I said that. The raw integrity that Adam is able to deliver vocally is amazing and reminiscent to the likes of Tom Petty and Bruce Springsteen. Of course Adam is no stranger to the Rock N’ Roll life playing guitar alongside Matt Mays as well as his own legacy that he’s certainly creating. There’s just something so emotionally captivating about this EP that resonates.

I had the pleasure of meeting Adam a couple years back while he was in Red Deer, AB performing with Matt Mays at Bo’s Bar & Stage back when concerts were a thing. Adam gave me nothing but time and sincerity. Which is not always a given amongst peers within the industry so it was a really nice surprise. I could tell immediately that Adam was one of the ones. You know, the “it” quality.

Sometimes tho, you get the “it” combined with organic vulnerability and that transcends. That my friends becomes what we’ve all come to look for in searching for those epic moments of self discovery and realization in life. I call it “Heart.” You ever get that feeling where all of a sudden whether it makes sense or not, it just feels like it doesn’t matter because for that moment, there’s a certain euphoria that just takes over? Me too. Then it’s gone. Fleeting. That’s what this EP does for me but it’s not fleeting. These songs make me feel like I can hold onto it for a little while longer. I like that.

So… If you didn’t know who Adam Baldwin was before reading this now you do, you’re welcome. Take a you day, pull up Adam Baldwin’s No Rest for the Wicked on any major music platform, hit play and then hit repeat! Give yourself a soundtrack and stay well.

  • For all the Adam Baldwin bio and show info you’ll likely wanna check out adambaldwin.ca

Jesse was born in the city of Lethbridge and raised to his teen years in the southern Alberta farming communities of Raymond and Fin Castle, AB. Jesse's early inspirations include the hypnotic sounds of big-name artists such as Jimi Hendrix, The Black Crowes, Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, City and Colour, Jack Johnson, Guns 'N' Roses, and Pink Floyd. Jesse is a Blues/Rock/folk/Indie performer who has done his fair share of "paying his dues" opening and touring with such acts as: The Lazys, One Bad Son, Doc Walker, The Odds, The Northern Pikes, The Grapes Of Wrath, Monster Truck, The Age Of Electric, The Wild, Holly McNarland, Econoline Crush, Coal Creek Boys, Wild T & The Spirit, Cara Luft, Carson Cole, Clayton Bellamy (of The Road Hammers), Tupelo Honey, Retrograde, The Smalls, and Mcquaig to name just a few. In 2015 Jesse was awarded the title "Master of Blues Folk Rock" for the 6th Annual Black American Music Awards. Jesse is known for his funky heavy jam style guitar. Big riffs, an impressive vocal sound all his own and the ability to captivate the crowd with ease. His fans have coined the term "no string solo" as he can be consistently found ripping strings off the guitar like they aren't supposed to be there in the first place.

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“Winter Escape” Family Day Celebration will go on for 2 weeks!

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Extending Family Day: MAG to participate in 14-day cultural challenge

The Winter Escape Family Day Challenge arrives in Red Deer on February 13

Nine cultural organizations in the Red Deer Community are collaborating to create a Family Day celebration, Winter Escape/Escapade Hivernale, comprised of various activities, both outdoors and virtual, that participants can complete anytime between Feb. 13 and Feb. 27.  Despite the COVID-19 pandemic, local arts and cultural organizations are still finding ways to celebrate one of the most popular holidays: Family Day. Register yourself or a team at www.winterescapereddeer.ca  starting February 5th.

“We are trying to make the Winter Escape Challenge as family friendly, senior friendly, and accessible as possible,” says Lynn LeCorre, Education Coordinator at the Red Deer Museum + Art Gallery (MAG). “We want people to explore culture and heritage in Red Deer, and recent circumstances have pushed us to think of new ways to make that happen.”

Challenge activities are designed to allow for safe social distancing while bringing participants together. Work individually or with a team to answer trivia questions and complete photo and video challenges. Activities include snapping a selfie in front of some of Red Deer’s murals, learning simple powwow dance moves, and the MAG Virtual escape room. Teams can register online and join in on the challenge for free, and completion of challenges will allow participants to earn entries into a draw to win one of three gift baskets – one per team category. This event is offered in partnership by the Alberta Sports Hall of Fame & Museum, Association canadienne-française de l’Alberta, Norwegian Laft Hus, Red Deer Aboriginal Dance Troupe, Red Deer Arts Council, Red Deer Cultural Heritage Society, Red Deer Public Library, Red Deer Museum + Art Gallery (MAG), and Sunnybrook Farm Museum. In times of uncertainty, these organizations are excited to help bring culture to the people of Red Deer.

The Red Deer Museum + Art Gallery works to be Central Alberta’s leading establishment for the research, collection and presentation of visual art and material culture that is related to this region. The MAG is a vibrant and inclusive gathering place for our community and its exhibitions and programs promote the enjoyment of art, culture and the history of Central Alberta.

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Sailing the Nile – Parts 1 and 2

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Sailing the Nile

This is the second in a two-part series “Sailing the Nile”.

There were only 15 guests on board the Malouka: nine polite Americans and our group of six raucous Canadians. We were on a six-day sail up the Nile River. The vessel was a traditional double-masted dahabiya, part of the Nour el Nil fleet https://www.nourelnil.com/

Dahabiyas have been plying the waters of the Nile for millennia. But this was a cleverly-constructed, modern, luxurious craft for us clever, modern, luxuriant folk.

Egypt: Sailing the Nile Part 1 by Gerry Feehan

 

In addition to the crew – who outnumbered the guests – we were graced with the presence of Jean-Pierre, a gentle man with a charming Parisian accent whose only responsibility aboard ship (from what we could glean) was to hop from boat to boat, entertaining the guests with his relaxed septuagenarian spirit – and to act as self-appointed ‘bodyguard’ to Eleanor, one of the fleet’s owners. Eleanor, an elegant French lady, maintained her sumptuous quarters on the Malouka’s sister ship, the Meroe.

Every meal, breakfast, lunch and dinner, was served in style, on deck, in the open air. The food was amazing. We were waited on like Pharaohs and Queens: fresh-netted Nile perch, crisp fried falafel and baba ghanouj; straight-from–the-oven flatbread to scoop up the tahini, hummus and yogurt sauces. Each afternoon, we were offered the refreshing juice of some exotic fruit. After dinner, often just a simple desert of dates and figs.

After feeding the guests, the crew enjoys lunch on the lower deck

We quickly bonded with the crew. Where English/Arabic language issues arose, the occasional knowing nod, some common courtesy and a mutual admiration for the beauty of the Nile, sufficed. The Egyptian crew was polite and attentive. And even the most hardened of these river seamen displayed a boyish sense of humour.

Each time we neared shore to dock for an excursion, the captain – whom the staff had inexplicably nicknamed Humpty Dumpty – commenced a routine of alarmed shouts directed at the bow crew—while simultaneously engaging in a frantic arm-waving ceremony toward the helmsman. As we neared Edfu, and before he could start this inevitable daily performance, I jumped into his station at the bow and began gesticulating and yelling in my best pidgin Arabic.

Humpty looked at me in astonishment. The crew was momentarily dumfounded. Then one-by-one they burst into hysterical laughter. The cook, abandoning the galley, fell to the floor, pounding his fists on the deck with unrestrained glee.

I looked at the captain apologetically and said, “Asif.” But I wasn’t really sorry—and Humpty was laughing just as hard as the others.

The sun began to redden over the Nile. The barge passed fertile fields of cotton and sugar cane; lush orchards of pomegranates and figs. Galabiya-clad shepherds looked up from their flocks. Women washed clothes in the fading light. Children leapt into the clear warm water. A startled grey heron squawked. A young boy astride a thin donkey waived hello. Everything was fun and games. Then the squall hit.

The sudden gale propelled the dahabiya sideways. We were headed for an inevitable collision with shore. All hands were on deck as the bow slowly crushed into a thick grove of papyrus. I looked at the captain. He was not laughing. Orders were shouted. Two crewmen jumped overboard with tie-lines in hand, frantically swimming through the thick reeds. On shore they pounded grounding stakes into the hard bank. Then the entire team, from first mate to cook, hauled fast the lines.

When you are a ship’s captain you are on duty 24/7 and can never break, even if your name is Humpty.

As quickly as it started the squall ebbed and all was well again.

Humpty at the helm

This motley crew was not much help during the squall

After the calm we resumed our drift. Near the Temple of Horemheb we tied up for the night, went ashore and visited a small village. We popped in for shai (tea) at what can only be described as the neighbourhood pub, although no alcohol was served. The place smelled of desert grime seasoned with stale tobacco smoke. In the dim murky light an animated group of men were huddled around a table, taking turns smashing domino tiles down upon the battered old piece of furniture. They offered us shai and thick, sweet Turkish coffee, then invited us to join the game and share shisha—a water pipe. The local tobacco is flavoured with fruit and the taste is very mild. Even a deep inhale doesn’t burn the lungs. Or so I’m told.

It was evident that the people here were desperately poor. And yet they welcomed us politely, with expressions of sincere gratitude for our visit to their country. Proffered payment for the shai, coffee, shisha—and our domino debts—were all firmly refused.

Young and old, Nile folk were friendly and welcoming

Egypt needs visitors. Tourism has been hard hit by an unfortunate series of events: 9/11, middle-east concerns, terrorist threats – both real and imagined. The 2010 ‘Arab Spring’ democratic uprising was, ironically, particularly devastating. Tourist numbers plummeted to near zero, but are now recovering. Still, only about 150 of the 350 tour boats that formerly plied this section of the Nile are operating.

We left the village and climbed to a high vantage point overlooking the mighty river. It began to rain. Soon we were all soaked to the skin. Sawi, Alberto and Mahmoud (our on-board waiters and off-board protectors) danced gleefully in the desert downpour. This part of Egypt had not seen rain for four years.

In the morning, docked below the high dam at Aswan, we enjoyed a solemn breakfast while watching a last sunrise over the Nile. Our toast was served with marmalade and melancholy. Our time aboard the Melouka was over. Jean-Pierre and Eleanor came to bid us adieu. All of the crew were emotional. Mahmoud’s eyes were glued to the floor. You know I hate to see a grown man cry… so I avoided looking in the mirror.

We walked the gangplank off the dahabiya. A van awaited us dockside. There we were introduced to Sayed Mansour, from Exodus Travel, who would be our guide for the rest of our Egyptian adventure. He hurried us into the van. A plane awaited us. We were bound for the ancient temple of Abu Simbel on Lake Nasser.

Exodus Travel skillfully handled every detail of our Egypt adventure: www.exodustravels.com/‎

Gerry Feehan is an award-winning travel writer and photographer. He lives in Kimberley, BC.

Gerry Feehan is an award-winning travel writer and photographer. He and his wife Florence now live in Kimberley, BC!

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