Vocals, Uke, Guitars: | John K. Samson |
Percussion, Vibes: | Paul Aucoin |
Piano, Vocals: | Christine Fellows |
Electric Bass, Double Bass, Trombone, Vocals: | Doug Friesen |
Drums, Percussion: | Doug MacGregor |
Double Bass: | Gilles Fournier |
Piano: | Robert Honstein |
Vocals: | Brian Poirier |
Drums: | Ed Reifel |
Lead Guitar: | Shotgun Jimmie |
Saxophones: | Jeremy Strachan |
Violin: | Cristina Zacharias |
Cello: | Leanne Zacharias |
So I’m the first one in again, with the quiet and the window
growing snow. When I hear the furnace rouse itself from its
slumber, somehow suddenly I know, as my eye stops on one
curled up in my lesson plan, that I’m just your little “&.”
When your voice springs from the intercom with announcements
and reminders and a prayer, I remember how you made me feel
I was funny, I was thoughtful, I was rare. But like the jokes
about my figure kids think I don’t understand, I know I’m just
your little “&.” After Christmas holidays you never asked to
drive me home again. And sometimes in the staff room I catch
your eye with “why’d it have to end?” But I know from how you
worry at your wedding band that I’m just your little “&.” At
the last conjunction, after every other “and,” I was just your
little “&.”
Inspired by the search for connection and community, his hometown of Winnipeg, and our individual and collective struggles with addictions to drugs, screens, and fossil …