So, I got to go to the south of France to play a showcase for a bunch of industry types as they 
Bloody Cannessloshed back the guinness at an Irish Pub. Such a strange world it is, hey? Obama was getting inaugerated. Radical. The last of my 2 showcases I tried playing Devil's Paintbrush Road on the Mandolin without a pick, and by the end of the set my guitar was a veritable Jackson Pollock of blood splatterings. I felt very rock and roll.
A bit of self expression, Cannes styleI decided, since the Ontario Media Development Corporation had spotted the cash for my ticket over (thanks to my record label being in Ontario) I might as well splurge on a lot of really great southern french cuisine. One thing that really stood out was the delightful use of pears in deserts. MMMmmm. Good with chocolate. Friends I ate well. And wow, are the old hilly streets of Cannes ever beautiful. So is the ocean, and the island a short ferry ride away where the monks hang out making chocolate and wine and spirits... not a bad life I think. I went over with Peter Katz, fellow Canadian songster, and we marvelled at the ocean and the bright windy day and a ruined castle of which we explored every inch.