First aid for soul
Whisked out of his Yukon home by the nationwide success of the Peters Drury Trio, Whitehorse-born keyboardist Jesse Peters is coming back with a funksoul sound the likes of which ye have never seen.
Joined by brothers Jody on guitar and Graeme on drums, Jesse’s Paramedic is launching Love, Doubt and Soul, the latest album by the Alberta-based studio duo of Jesse and bassist Travis Switzer.
Paramedic’s funksoul comes with a purpose, says the band. This sets it apart from the legions of purposeless funksoul bands of yesteryear.
Strains of social comment infiltrate Jesse’s lyrics.
“Jesus was a carpenter, ain’t no gunmaker,” sings Jesse at the top of Carpenter.
Smooth sums up the Paramedic sound. Their musical medicines comes with a hefty spoonful of sweet, sweet sugar. A velvety bassiness completes the package, supporting an across-the-board mastery of all things vocal and keyboard.
Opened by Dave Haddock’s eight-piece Big Soul.
A dance floor will be available for all manner of rug cutting, boogeying and the like.
Sunday, 7:30 p.m. at the Yukon Arts Centre.
Have fingers, have traveled
Montreal’s Little Burgundy neighbourhood produced two world class jazz pianists only a few doors down from each other.
One was Oscar Peterson, and it’s about time you heard the other guy.
Classically trained, and a child virtuoso of every musical style within his reach, Oliver Jones rose to international jazz prominence beginning in the 1980s.
With a technique and versatility easily putting him in league with the world’s greatest jazz piano masters, Jones has moved well beyond the aficionados of his genre, becoming a true living legend of Canadian music.
Long a champion of emerging jazz talent, Jones has stayed “true to his promise” by staffing his trio with some of the best rising stars in Canadian jazz.
Tuesday, 8 p.m. at the Yukon Arts Centre.
Can you Bhutan?
In the fall of 2008, two Yukon travellers journeyed to the Kingdom of Bhutan, a landlocked country between India and Tibet, and one of the most isolated nations in the world—as well as one of the happiest, note global happiness researchers.
Happy, isolated and mountainous, a clear candidate for an admission-by-donation slideshow and talk at the Beringia Centre. Monies will go towards Seva, a charitable organization devoted to the elimination of preventable blindness in developing countries.
Items from Bhutan and Sikkim, an eastern Indian state nestled in the Himalayas, will be available for sale and silent auction.
Monday, 7 p.m. at the Beringia Centre.
Mr. Devost’s Neighbourhood
According to artist Jesse Devost, a neighbourhood is not merely an urban gathering of houses or building—it is any group of things that are near each other in a landscape.
A self-described “geographer by way of education and mindframe,” Devost explores the phenomenon of things close to other things in his new show at Arts Underground.
Opening from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. on Friday at Arts Underground.
Young people with instruments
Talented musicians seem to be a natural product of the Yukon territory.
On Sunday, delve deep in the very womb of our homegrown musician-making machine, and glimpse the next generation of flutists, pianists, guitarists and vocalists alike.
The aptly titled Yukon Young Musician’s Concert provides critical stage time to musicians eager to display their budding craft.
Sunday, 3 p.m. at the Riverdale Baptist Church. Presented by the Yukon Music Camp Society.
You had me at “no experience necessary”
For the vast majority of Canadians conceived outside a barn dance, the practice can’t help but kindle some aura of sentimentality.
With the unpredicatability of a Fawlty Towers marathon on PBS, barn dances can crop in Whitehorse seemingly at any time and any place. Once again, caller Bob Kuiper has teamed up with a crack fiddle band to rain fast-paced merrymaking upon the assembled barn-dancery.
Saturday, 7:30 p.m. at the Old Fire Hall. $10 for adults, $5 for children.
Ninety-two years ago this Thursday, 3,598 Canadians were killed by machine gun fire as they raced to capture a small ridge in Northern France.
In the space of a morning, almost 0.002 per cent of the population of the young country lay dead or wounded on a foreign battlefield.
Looking at the human cost, it’s a national tragedy, but for almost a century, Canadian historians have roundly lauded the event as a milestone of Canada’s “coming of age.”
Never mind our coast-to-coast railway, our expanding industrial sector or 60 years of self-government. No, apparently true nationhood can only come after a generation of young men have fallen on the battlefields of our former colonial powers.
“The Canadian record, crowned by the achievements at Vimy, won for Canada a separate signature on the Versailles Peace Treaty ending the war,” boasts the Veterans Affairs Canada website.
Thousands dead for a signature? National pride came at a premium in 1917.
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