Braden Gates

august 9/18

i met liam valentine on the streets of banff
outside of tommy's after an open mic
he was hitchhiking his way across north america
we got chin-wagging about his travels
and i nodded my head up and down and up and down
to indicate that i was listening

he said, 'between what i say and what i see
between what i see and what i keep silent
between what i keep silent and what i dream
between what i dream and what i forget
in between all of that, is poetry'

and i asked, 'do you have any cigarettes?'

and he said, 'no but i have a haiku, wanna hear it?'

'sure'

'i know tomorrow
is another chance to try
that is why we live'

'is that a haiku?'

'i think so, at least a verse of one'

another exciting conversation
sometimes you find a cigarette
sometimes you find a poem
sometimes you make a friend
sometimes you find hope in the aftermath 
of a boozy open mic with amazing covers of wonderwall

sometimes


august 4/18

the musicianship at
the blueberry bluegrass festival
is impeccable
flawless
banjo pickin' full speed ahead
three part vocal harmonies
and jesus takes the fourth
heard the slocan ramblers play a song called
'stealin'
i'm stealin' pretty mama don't you tell on me 
im stealin' back my good old used-to-be
heard josh from the po' ramblin boys 
sing a song he wrote about being invited to
the wedding of the woman he loves
and not as the groom
kayla hotte and her rodeo pals
setting the dance floor on fire


then there is me and elliot
playing music like we're trying to steal beans
from a bean jar after being told to
not take any beans from the bean jar

BeAn SnEaKeRs

just a little outta tune and happy to be here





 

august 1/18

i'm back in edmonton
feel like i'm just passing through
feel like a traveler in my home town
disconnected
on the outside looking in
sleeping for years
learning to dance
made up a couple songs
one called nectarines
one called indecision

i miss you from time to time
trying to find something of my own
second guessing then guessing again
indecision on my mind

i take baths just for something to do
rehearsing with elliot
but not at the same time
we're at the  blueberry bluegrass festival this weekend
august 3-5
going to play

such a sound that love makes
pictures of us
mexican wrestler
much rather be sleeping
my sister fell in love
perfect shade of blue
shape i'm in
gator's gym girl

some more too
but i can't decide

photo by michelle in banff
 

july 26/18
entry by liam valentine

braden reached out to me today
he said he needed someone to put a few words together
something that could describe how he felt
and so i asked him

'how do you feel?

and he said

'i don't know'

'well, how am i supposed to put 'i don't know' into a few words?'

'i don't know'

'why don't you try to put a few words together yourself?'

'because it's too hard and i'm busy playing baseball with a bunch of foreigners in banff'

'i didn't know you played sports'

'i don't really'

'don't you have a show to do in edmonton?'

'not for a week'

and it was then that i caught a glimpse of how braden may have felt
with time on his side
doing something that he doesn't really do
with people he doesn't really know
comfortable in the anonymity
no one aware of where he has come from
or to where he is going
and no one particularly impressed with his athletic ability
no expectations
a swing and a miss
a second chance
a swing and a miss
one more chance
a swing and a miss
a strike three and you're out of here

and then i said

'how do you like baseball?'

to which he replied

'i keep telling myself to take it easy on the swing and then as the ball
comes into the plate i fucking swing like a maniac and hurt my shoulder'

'how quickly we forget'

'what?'

'i mean it's easy to forget the things that we tell ourselves not to do'

'i'm just swinging too hard'

'don't swing too hard'

'it's not that easy, liam'

'make it easy'

'what?'

'make it easier on yourself to not swing so hard'

'how?'

'by not swinging so hard'

'jesus liam, just put some words together and i'll talk to you after the game'


and that was that
 i could tell he was just about tired of losing
but not quite ready to win
and that's a funky place to be
somewhere in between
just swinging too hard

and in a lot of shoulder pain




july 24/18

long john shaved half of his beard
he's still talking willie p bennet like the man is god
tim's still twisting knobs and breathing for music
recording audio and video for thousands of shows
when i'm in duncan i feel like i could spend a lifetime
trying to explain the scene to someone who has never been
shows all year round and live music all day every day for 39 days straight in the summer
the twists and turns of two hippies running a live music venue
in a small time island town
now i tell people
'you just gotta go and check it out'

after closing down the outside stage in the park
we walked over to the showroom for a late night show
you can watch it down below

set list

if i needed you - tvz
chicago bob story
pictures of us
lay my burden down
killing the blues - rowland salley
e-r-i-n story
broken promises
new in town
cry, cry darlin'
my sister fell in love
tender time
intro to blackbird - the beatles
these days - jackson browne
goodbye
dishing for the lord

july 23/18

highlights of the mission folk festival:

watching matt gordon dance
listening to matt gordon play the fiddle
singing with twin bandit
eating cheese
hanging with forest 

listening to nathan rogers perform
watching nathan rogers twirl a stick around like it was a sword
running into bill werthman
listening to leonard podolak play banjo
women in a song workshop with pharis romero, celeigh cardinal, cara luft, babe gurr, and laura koch
watching a choir sing david francey songs
watching boris play congas (wish i had a picture)
waiting for dishwasher dave (still waiting)
dry bones reunion
a vegan burrito
hanging with the celeigh cardinal trio (gawd bless)



 

july 21/18

every moment is beautiful
but sometimes i still want to make a quick escape
i can feel it in my gut
that's when i know it's time to go to bed
a few days ago i heard someone string the words 'strained in faith' together 
i think they could describe that belly feeling
some things are easier to believe in than others
my friend forest is easy to believe in
he's here with me in mission for the festival
music is easy to believe in
slide guitar fiddle licks vocal squeaks
accordion foot rhythm song and dance
camp fire open mic bar singers and street pickers
i believe in thrifting
i stop in a second hand store everywhere i go
in the window of the cottage thrift store on first
they have a sign that reads
'we are still accepting donations'
accepting donations accepting donations
i think i have a new opening line
'my name is braden gates and i'm accepting donations'
could be good for a laugh
and a couple of bucks

i believe in that

july 20/18

dave is my hero
i met him in a dishpit in edmonton, alberta
he was scrubbing his bag off
and singing sweet songs he made up just for fun
like, 'employee of the month'
and 'lipstick on a coffee cup'
he just makes up songs to make up songs
he left edmonton a few months ago and headed west
i told him he could meet me at the mission folk festival
and maybe we could singa duet about the dish bin buffet
he's a hard man to get a hold of
but i'm hoping he'll show up
guess we all need something to look forward to

july 17/18

i'm getting pretty good at walking around
looking like i have somewhere to go
without really having anywhere to be
it's all in the hips
left right left right left right left right left
last week i was shaking my hips up the stairs of the rose and crown
feeling kinda bent
like when you wake up from crazy dream only to forget what it was
as i reached the top i heard someone ask
'
are you braden gates?'

'what?'

'are you braden gates?'

'oh yea'

'i saw you play in calgary one time'

'wanna play pool?'

and then we were a doubles team
we won a few games and lost a few games
my partner's name was nick
he told me about an open mic happening
every wednesday at a bar called tommy's
and of course i went to that open mic at tommy's 
the very next wednesday
an open mic is my favourite kind of mic

and let me tell you about it

it was loud and boozy and there was sweet caroline 
and free bird and free fallin
and some other songs that everybody sang
and some sweet voices and some not so
and an abnormal amount of tambourines
aggressive tambourines
those are the worst kind of tambourines
they were handed out like candy on halloween

i played at the open mic happening every wednesday at tommy's
i played tom petty
i played fishing in the dark
fucked it up pretty bad
but everybody sang along
and the whole time i played at the open mic 
happening every wednesday at tommy's
there was a chick who stood facing me about 3 feet away 
while she beat the shit out of a tambourine
and she would not stop

and i said

'can you play that thing in the key of g?'

and she said

'i don't speak english'

'can you hit the tambourine roughly every 3 minutes?'

'i don't speak english'

'how long have you been playing the tambourine?'

'i don't speak english'

and she hammered and whacked and shook and tapped
kinda like she had somewhere to go
but nowhere to be
and we played the blues and we played the not blues
and she did not stop
still hasn't

this is how bands are started




july 6/18

i made it back to banff
still feeling a little funky
the feeling you get when you know 
that you have something to do
but you can't quite remember what it is
i felt this way the other day
while i was shooting pool with keith at the time out pub off argyll
he walked in wearing a blue rodeo shirt
and i said, 'shit, i'm opening for blue rodeo on friday in banff'
and while racking the balls, keith said, 'you're blue rodeo on friday for an opening in banff?'
and as i broke i said, 'i'm banff on opening blue rodeo friday'
and as keith pocketed a nice run of balls, he said, 'you're friday's opening of banff blue rodeo?'
and as i missed a shot i said, 'i'm opening for blue rodeo on friday in banff'
and as keith sunk the eight on his way to victory he said,

'you still need a lot of fucking practice'



 

may 30/18

i'm in calgary, alberta,
it's nearing the end of may 
two thousand and eighteen
and i'm feeling kinda funky
like the feeling you get when you 
meet some friends in banff who are
building a secret log cabin in the woods
and they ask, 'do you wanna see our secret log cabin in the woods?'
and you say, 'i would like to see your secret log cabin in the woods'
and they bring you to their secret log cabin in the woods
and you walk through some trees to the secret log cabin in the woods
and then you watch them chip away at the logs
with a dull hatchet and a pocket knife
and then one of them asks you, 'what kind of life do you wanna have?'
and then you mumble through some sort of answer
while simultaneously wishing you were mumbling through a better answer
and then you say, 'i have to leave your secret cabin in the woods
to go visit a friend who is living in an astro van
behind the canmore save on foods'
and then they say, 'thanks for visiting our secret log cabin in the woods'
and you say, 'thanks for showing me your secret log cabin in the woods'
and then it's forty eight hours later
and you are sitting in a coffee shop a few blocks from
the ironwood stage and grill
where you are playing a show the next day
but instead of sitting in that coffee shop few blocks from
the ironwood stage and grill
where you are playing a show the next day
you long to be sitting in a secret log cabin in the woods
making your way through a better answer to
'what kind of life do you wanna have?'

that kinda funky

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