It may be those who do most, dream most.

January 21, 2010

I’ve always wondered why franchisees are criticized for believing in themselves and others.

I know I have to learn more discernment.

But please, don’t knock trying to improve things or yourself.

That’s kills dreams and people.

The cartoonist/blogger Hugh MacLeod has an interesting story. He frequently gets emotions, especially isolation.

Humour helps.

Stephen Leacock

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If you’re travelin’ in the north country fair

December 31, 2009

Girl From The North Country, Bob Dylan

Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin’ winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That’s the way I remember her best.

I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all.
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.


You Make the Dough, I Get the Glory

November 25, 2009

Ms. Edwards opened for The Hip in Barrie last winter.

Good clean fun.

I Make the Dough, You Get the Glory, Kathleen Edwards

Blazing a trail to the southern cities
From the streets of our hometown.
Basement bars, we played from the heart
In the company of our friends.
If I write down these memories
That I have saved away.
Photographs of the years that have passed
Inside my little brain.

You’re cool and cred’ like Foggerty, I’m Elvis Presley in the 70s.
You’re Chateau Neuf, I’m Yellow Label.
You’re the buffet, I’m just the table.
I’m a Ford Temple, you’re a Maserati.
You’re The Great One, I’m Marty McSorley.
You’re the Concord, I’m economy.
I make the dough, but you get the glory.

Big fish, small pond and some cover songs
That we sang along the way.
We used to midnight run to The Vesta Lounge
– cheese burgers and chocolate shakes.
And once I got drunk with Jeb,
I told him I was in love with you.
But I love you like a brother
So I guess that half of it was true.

And you’re cool and cred’ like Foggerty, I’m Elvis Presley in the 70s.
You’re Chateau Neuf, I’m Yellow Label.
You’re the buffet, I’m just the table.
I’m a Dodge Sparkle, you’re a Lamborghini.
You’re The Great One, I’m Marty McSorley.
You’re the Concord, I’m economy.
I make the dough, but you get the glory.

If I write down these memories
That I have saved away.
Photographs of the years that have passed
Inside my little brain.

I’m sure it’s been said in the finer print
You make me look like Janet May.
Heavy rotation on the CBC,
whatever in hell that really means, yeah.

You’re cool and cred’ like Foggerty, I’m Elvis Presley in the 70s.
You’re the Concord, I’m economy.
I make the dough, but you get the glory


Don’t think twice it’s all right

November 24, 2009

We saw Dylan at the Aud on Nov 7th.

Amazing.

Pick up his Christmas CD.

Christmas in the Heart, Bob Dylan

by Vish Khanna

For all the praise heaped upon Bob Dylan, he’s seldom given credit for his sense of humour, an attribute most amply exhibited throughout his latest and most bizarre release in recent memory. Beyond the obvious oddness of a devout Jew recording 15 Christmas songs, the choices Dylan makes as the producer of this holiday-themed record (whose proceeds go to charity) are certainly bemusing. When he’s earnest, he’s full-on about it on versions of “Do You Hear What I Hear?” and “O’ Come All Ye Faithful (Adeste Fideles).” But the most effective songs are done for fun, capturing the child-like wonder of the season. With charming, angelic back-up vocalists and a variety of instrumentalists augmenting his crack live band, Dylan clearly enjoyed arranging amusing takes on “Here Comes Santa Claus,” “Winter Wonderland,” “Christmas Island” and album highlight “Must Be Santa,” which can only be described as a hoot. In great command of his weathered voice, Dylan crafts a present for fans with Christmas in the Heart. (Columbia) Source


Franchise Bar: The Name of the Game is Shame

October 11, 2009

Shame

Bad dog.

Filthy animal.

Shame dis-ables franchisees.

It breeds a cluster of behaviours that is inaccurately categorized as depression.

The affect of shame – humiliation disables their defences, confuses them and makes them appear to others (and themselves) as stupid, grim and uneducated: a lower caste.

My observation is that shame is the primary driver in modern, mom-pop franchising today. It is its strength and its downfall.

All addictions are either killed by those that benefit from them in the short-term. Or they kill the addicted host.

Dispute Resolution: Within a franchise, franchisors trigger this emotion on the individual level. When franchisees ask questions and surface to the public policy areas, the associations and their franchise bar takes over that shaming exercise. Of course, the cannon fodder lawyers (ie. Tier 2 intellectuals, overly-ambitious and -trusting) are sent into the parliamentarian No-Man’s-Land.

The franchise bar and their leaders are the engineers of this very high cash flow shame – silencing game.

Franchisees: Be Attentive.

  1. The start for individual healing is identifying their depression as shame in drag and seeking out those that have gone through it. It helps with the isolation and sweeps away the confusion and deceit. Listen. Laugh. Live again.
  2. Maybe looking at the Compass of Shame with your partner?
  3. Always, always, always report in with the only true franchise professional: your family medical doctor.

Leave franchising to devour itself. There’s lots of interior work and other-centred work to do.

The worm will commit suicide just like every other totalitarian empire has despite the illusion of strength of its tin-pot tyrants.


Franchising’ll change you

October 9, 2009

Certain experiences re-wire your brain and heart.

For me, it’s made me a new man.

The old Les is dead and a new Les exists.

I try to accept that reality but change pisses me off, like everyone else. I have grieved the death of past expectations by listening to others.

For those with ears, music is a way of keeping sane in the midst of insanity (delusions: self- and other- based).

And every once in awhile,  I’m reminded why I’ve been on this 11 year vocation.

Til I’m Myself Again, Blue Rodeo

I want to know where my confidence went
One day it all disappeared
And I’m lying in a hotel room miles away
Voices next door in my ear

Daytime’s a drag
Nighttime’s worse
Hope that I can get home soon
But the half-finished bottles of inspiration
Lie like ghosts in my room

I want to go
I know I can’t stay
But I don’t want to run
Feeling this way
Til I am myself
Til I am myself
Til I am myself again

There’s a seat on the corner I keep every night
Wait til the evening begins
I feel like a stranger from another world
But at least I’m living again

There are nights full of anger
Words that are thrown
Tempers that are shattered and thin
But the moments of magic
Are just too short
They’re over before they begin

I know it’s time
One big step
I can’t go
I’m not ready yet
Til I am myself
Til I am myself
Til I am myself again

I had a dream that my house was on fire
People laughed while it burned
I tried to run but my legs were numb
I had to wait til the feeling returned

I don’t need a doctor to figure it out
I know what’s passing me by
When I look in the mirror
Sometimes I see traces of some other guy

I want to go
I know I can’t stay
But I don’t want to run
Feeling this way
Til I am myself
Til I am myself
Til I am myself again


My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.

August 28, 2009

MartinLutherMusicMartin Luther knew music has the capacity to move people.

If you young fellows were wise, the devil couldn’t do anything to you, but since you aren’t wise, you need us who are old.

Faith is a living, bold trust in God’s grace, so certain of God’s favour that it would risk death a thousand times trusting in it. Such confidence and knowledge of God’s grace makes you happy, joyful and bold in your relationship to God and all creatures. The Holy Spirit makes this happen through faith. Because of it, you freely, willingly and joyfully do good to everyone, serve everyone, suffer all kinds of things, love and praise the God who has shown you such grace.

But since the devil’s bride, Reason, that pretty whore, comes in and thinks she’s wise, and what she says, what she thinks, is from the Holy Spirit, who can help us, then? Not judges, not doctors, no king or emperor, because [reason] is the Devil’s greatest whore.

Rise Up, Parachute Club
(Rise up rise up)
Oh rise and show your power
(Rise up rise up)
We’re dancing into the sun
(Rise up rise up)
It’s time for celebration
(Rise up rise up)
Spirit’s time has come

We want lovin’ we want laughter again
We want heartbeat
We want madness to end
We want dancin’
We wanna run in the streets
We want freedom to live in this peace

We want power
We want to make it ok
Want to be singin’ at the end of the day
Children to breathe a new life
We want freedom to love who we please

*Chorus
(Rise up rise up)
Oh rise and show your power
(Rise up rise up)
Everybody dance into the sun
(Rise up rise up)
It’s time for celebration
(Rise up rise up)
The Spirit’s time has come

Talkin’ ’bout the right time to be workin’ for peace
Wantin’ all the tension in the world to ease
This tightrope’s gotta learn how to bend
We’re makin’ new plans
Gonna start it again

(Repeat chorus)
Rise up now

It’s time, it’s time, it’s time

(Rise up rise up)
Oh rise and show your power
(Rise up rise up)
But dance into the sun
(Rise up rise up)
It’s time for a celebration
(Rise up rise up)
Everbody’s time has come
Spirit’s time has come
Spirit’s time has come

(Rise up rise up)
Oh rise and show your power
(Rise up rise up)
All dance into the sun
(Rise up rise up)
It’s time for a celebration
(Rise up rise up)
Everybody’s time has come
Spirit’s time has come
Spirit’s time has come
(Rise up rise up)
Oh rise and show your power…


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