Christmas… and Hanukkah …and the holidays… no matter how, or what, you are celebrating, it can be stressful and exhausting. Each year I am cautiously optimistic that I will survive unscathed.
As a child I was in a very abusive household and every day I was stressed out, but Christmas time, was even worse. There was disappointment and arguing and too much alcohol and relatives storming off. There was a need to pretend that everything was wonderful when it was not.
As an adult, I decided to make my own kind of holiday and try to smother the oppressive memories from the past. I’ve been successful to an extent and have opened my house to others that have had no place to go on December 25th because they have no family or are far away from them. I hate to see anyone alone during the holidays.
It’s been a lot of fun over the years to bring together people around a dinner table that would normally never meet.
I survive with a little marijuana and some good wine and a big turkey dinner; the result being a lot of laughs and full bellies.
The last couple of years it has been just family and a few friends. If you surround yourself with people that you love, that are not toxic, it will always be a beautiful event.
I go to the same place for New Year’s Eve; wherever The Sadies are playing.
It just so happens they have been at the same venue in Toronto for the last 20 years. The legendary Horseshoe Tavern. It is filled with like-minded people who love to ring in the new year with the best live music. This year was no exception and the opening bands were extraordinary… “Tommy Wade and The Country Rebels” followed by the rocking “Minus 5”. Mary Margaret O’Hara arrived after midnight to perform “The Snake”, backed by The Sadies, and the place was electric!
I feel fortunate that my partner is a musician because it has forced me out on the eve of another decade to dance and laugh and be amongst fellow humans.
I know I could easily stay at home, curled up on the couch, watching television and falling asleep before the clock strikes midnight but there will be plenty of time for that when my old rickety body can’t withstand the excitement. I also make an effort to dress up, even though it seems I’m spending each year in a bar and not a ballroom. I remember my mum when she would go on out New Year’s Eve and she unveiled her best dress and jewellery and embraced all the glamour of the night, so I had a glorious example of how to do it right. I love seeing people dress up for the night. The more glitter and glamour the better! It reminds me of old Hollywood when I see a shiny sparkling head piece and a new year’s horn.
I completely understand that there are people who dread New Year’s Eve because they feel lonely and isolated ,and sometimes, being in a huge crowd can make you feel invisible.
There are no rules for how you choose to celebrate another 365 days on earth and if you want to spend it with your pets in the comfort of your home, that is absolutely fine. I honestly get it.
Going into a new decade, which literally is defined from past decades as “the future”, is a little scary. I also have some questions.
Where are the flying cars that were on The Jetsons? Where are the jet packs and moving sidewalks? Where are the robots…. Oh wait… we have robots. I even have a Roomba that cleans my floors as my cat eyeballs it suspiciously.
Actually, when you think about it, we are destined to be the Jetsons… if the planet survives.
I can’t imagine my grandmother, who was born in the 1800’s, wrapping her head around all the things we have today including social media. She passed away in the 1970’s and we didn’t even have computers then. She wouldn’t be able to fathom the fact that I can video chat on my Iphone , with my pal Val in England… while I’m driving my car. I mean, I can do that if I want to!
The Jetsons cartoon was supposed to be in the year 2062. I predict that there will be all those things portrayed on the show… and more by that year.
I most likely won’t be here to see that. Fingers crossed, there will be a society that cares more about each other and not put $$$$ above human life and the planet.
A society that has been beat up from years of racism and hate and war …that we are experiencing right now… and growing tired of that pattern, deciding to change things to achieve an ideal world that embraces and loves all living things. A society that takes care of one another and sees all living creatures as equal.
I’m an optimist and I think its attainable. I try not to get wrapped up in the current political climate in order to protect my sanity and not destroy my belief in fellow humans but it is not easy to do that when we are constantly bombarded with the fear of total destruction.
I wish there was a button or an app that could let us experience life in another culture; in another country; in another climate where we could see that people are the same everywhere and appreciate that. We share the same feelings and loves and fears, regardless of our skin colour or religious beliefs… or non-religious beliefs… people are people. Maybe that too will be accessible in the future. There are too many people that never travel beyond their own small town and they have no idea what the real world is like. They watch the same news channel that feeds them the same bullshit that instills so much fear and suspicion regarding people that look and sound different from themselves. Peel off everyone’s skin and we are all identical on the inside.
I love traveling and have experienced the fact that, no matter where you are, there is common ground where we people are concerned. Even in the most remote parts of the world, human beings will connect with each other.
So, here’s to 2020, and a promise to make a change to protect the planet and to love your fellow man. And don’t forget to love all the animals that help sustain our world. They are innocent and precious.
Thanks for reading! 2020 will be the best year yet if we can just be conscious and get out of our own way.
Stepping onto the plane to go and work in Havana on a movie for 5 weeks was exciting and terrifying at the same time. I met a coworker, the Costume Designer, at the airport in Toronto and we boarded our plane. She had three large bags of vintage clothes she was bringing for the film. I had my enormous bag stuffed to the brim because I needed to survive for a month and I knew that snack bars and toiletries were scarce in Cuba. When we landed in Havana we experienced something straight out of “Midnight Express”. We were immediately pulled aside by security, once we snatched our bags off of the carousel. The Cuban guards were yelling at us in Spanish and pointing for us to go into a back area. Neither one of us spoke the language. They started opening our bags and going through everything. They kept saying to my coworker in English. “You cannot bring to gift… you must pay.” We kept saying we were working on a movie and none of the clothes were gifts. Of course we didn’t have our visas yet because we were told by production that we would acquire those once we actually came into the country to start work. It was scary and confusing. After two hours of being held in the back of the small airport I remembered I had printed out the crew list which had contact information for our Cuban Producer and some of the Cuban crew. I pulled it out and gave it to the guards. They looked at it and then snapped their fingers at us to repack and zip up our bags. I was so relieved. As I was zipping my bag, one of the border guards that had been yelling at us approached, with a huge smile on his face, and said quietly to me, “I want to be an actor.” It was so hilarious after our ordeal that I suddenly felt relaxed and had no animosity towards him. I gave him the universal thumbs up and we were allowed to exit. It was not the way I had wanted to be introduced to such an incredibly beautiful and complex city but it is one for the record books. It was night as we exited the building to meet our patient driver who had been waiting now for three hours for us. It was hot and muggy as we sped through the empty streets that had the smell of gasoline mixed with the salt of the sea. I thought maybe it was the old car we were driving in, but later, realized that this is the way Havana smells. There are so many old cars on the road it has created a smell of an automotive seniors center where cars cough and chug along with the help of young, innovative home mechanics, who will use anything to keep their original family cars on the road.
There is something to be said for a country that does not have a single MacDonald’s or Burger King. It’s wonderful. Havana sits in a time warp. Everything sort of stopped in 1959 or more aptly was reborn, depending on who you speak to.
The Cuban revolution, lead by Fidel Castro, began on the 26th day of July 1951. Within the last five years, President Obama famously visited Havana, in his efforts to finally mend relations between the US and Cuba, but since Trump has come to power, it all seems to have gone awry. It makes me sad since the people of Cuba are the happiest and kindest, most generous, people I have ever met and its history is like no other place I have been. Americans are missing so much by not being allowed to visit this complicated country, but then, the selfish side of me doesn’t want to share this amazing place. I do fear that once things open up it will destroy the innocence and beauty. I also know that the people deserve better but do not assume that everyone wants change. Some people are fearlessly loyal to their government and system and are also wary of what could happen if everything opens up. I think the smartest thing they have done in Cuba is to not allow anyone who is not Cuban to own property. If you are a foreigner you can only buy a home or estate in Cuba if you have a Cuban partner and the property has to be in that persons name.
There are signs everywhere signifying the Revolution. The Museum Of the Revolution is fascinating and is in the Palace in Old Havana. There are bullet holes in the marble walls as you go up the steps inside. You will also find many photos and tributes to Che Guevera.
“Ernesto “Che” Guevara was an Argentine Marxist revolutionary, physician, author, activist, guerrilla leader, diplomat and major figure of the Cuban Revolution, his stylized visage has become a ubiquitous countercultural symbol of rebellion and global insignia in popular culture.”
This is a picture of my desk that I used at an old police station where we were shooting for a few days.
I could not believe our luck as we pulled up to the famous Hotel Nacional de Cuba, where Frank Sinatra honeymooned with Ava Gardner. Johnny Weissmuller, who played Tarzan in movies, used to famously dive from his third story room overlooking the Olympic size concrete swimming pool.
The hotel also entertained politicians like Winston Churchill and Jimmy Carter and actors like Tyrone Power, Errol Flynn, John Wayne, Marlon Brando, Rita Hayworth and Marlene Dietrich. In December of 1946 the Hotel also hosted the famous Havana Conference which was a summit of mobsters run by Lucky Luciano and attended by all the notorious mob bosses of the day and was recreated in Francis Ford Coppola’s “The Godfather Part II”. This was going to be my home for the next five weeks and it was a dream come true.
The Tropicana, which
is the nightclub at the Nacional, had
performers like Eartha Kit and Nat King Cole, who were not allowed to stay at
the hotel, because they were black, but were hired to sing to sold out audiences. There is a bust honoring Nat King Cole
today outside the Tropicana.
I was thrilled to be in a place that is an Art Director’s dream come true. The 1950’s are preserved in Havana. The cars are meticulously taken care of but if you open the hood you see makeshift parts that have kept them running. Wire coat hangers, spoons, forks or anything metal is used. They have not been able to get new parts for decades because of the sanctions against them from the United States. There are some newer European cars but the majority of people can’t afford them so they have to keep their old American made cars running. You are not guaranteed ,that when you hire a car, it will make it to your destination without breaking down.
The architecture in Havana is in a Baroque style but is also Cuban. Open balcony’s with barred windows and huge rounded columns are common. In the suburbs of Havana you find homes that were built in the 1940’s and 1950’s and are still decorated with original ‘50’s furniture. The mornings are a symphony of roosters greeting the dawn.
The Malecon is along the coast of Havana and stretches for 8km. It began construction in 1901 during temporary U.S. military rule. It is a broad esplanade that has a seawall protecting the roadway from a ,sometimes, tumultuous sea. It is also a social gathering area for people to walk and sit and play music. You can stroll along the sea wall into the area referred to as Old Havana.
Old Havana is Cuba’s capitol and it is filled with vintage cars, enormous museums and cobble stoned, narrow streets ,with shops and open air restaurants.
There is lively music everywhere and some of the best Spanish guitar players you will see playing on a corner. After speaking to many musicians , the one thing I came away with was an intense sadness. Guitar players in Cuba can’t buy strings. Most of the guitars are still using ancient cat gut strings and if they break one then they are out of business as musicians.
I decided that anytime I visit Cuba I will bring along packs of strings. I handed them out to the street musicians and saw grown men cry to get something so essential to their careers. A tiny gesture that makes a huge difference in someones life. Music is a huge part of their culture. The talent you will see from a busker on the street is mind boggling.
Old Havana has a central area called Plaza de la Catredral which is named for the stunning Catredral de San Cristobol. It is an open square in front of this Cuban Baroque cathedral where there are many outdoor cafes and restaurants to sit, have a coffee or a drink and have a bite to eat. The square is also filled with music and colorful locals who are entertaining you or selling you something.
You will also find line ups of retro cars from the 1930’s, 1940’s and 1950’s. All of these cars are for hire and some are just taxis. You can get a taxi for 6 Cubanos , which is a Cuban currency that has a floating exchange rate. Its bizarre and it is the luck of the draw if you get a good rate.
The rates seem to correspond with the American Dollar but my Canadian dollar was never factored in and is worthless in Cuba. As a matter of fact you have to buy Cubanos when you land but you can also use your credit card in hotels and most places will take American money.
I went to the old Ernest Hemingway haunt La Florida, which, from the outside does not look that impressive but the interior is dark wood and elegance. A lively band plays at the front while they serve delicious Daiquiris, which was apparently Ernest’s drink of choice at the time.
You can sidle up to the bar beside the bronze statue of Ernest sitting in his favorite seat at the bar.
Cuba also has some of the finest rum in the world. And ,of course, everyone knows that the best cigars in the world are Cuban. One of my favorite drinks is the Mojito. It is rum, lime, soda water and sugar and mint. A delicious and refreshing drink for a hot day. I had my fare share over the month I was in Havana.
The art in Havana is also everywhere. There are original paintings hanging in the streets of Old Havana alongside the outdoor vintage market. You kind find everything from old typewriters, jewellery, cameras and books pre-revolution and post revolution. I think the prices have gone up recently because the Cubans are aware how precious some of these antiques are.
There are also many restaurants called Paladars. The government has allowed people to get a license to serve food in their homes. Some of them are in huge old mansions that are crumbling around you with a fading opulence of another time and place. Families of enormous wealth, at one time, now trying to survive, still living in the ancestral home with cracked Spanish floor tiles as a reminder of how things used to be.
I went to a Paladar in Old Havana and the food was delicious. It was logistina, which is a Caribbean lobster, with fragrant seasoned rice and free Mojitos. The tiny laneway beside the house was decorated with Christmas lights and flowers. It was hidden away and the man who owned it chased my friend and I down and begged us to follow him for a tasty and cheap meal. He just happened to show up at the right time because we were starving and ready to sit and eat. We could see the apron of his wife cooking our meal in the kitchen as we sipped on our Mojitos.
The food was amazing and we thanked them as we left with a full stomach. What I need to warn you about is the danger of having a drink with unpurified ice. We had at least three. This is exactly what happened to us. Hours later I was feeling a bit off. I managed to get back to the Hotel after work but entered to find my friend projectile vomiting across the room. I joined in! Then it was none stop fun for the entire night. I really don’t want to go into the gory details but we also plugged the toilet. I was so dehydrated my hands were cramping. The hotel maids came in the next morning and were horrified at the pasty white grub creatures they found and immediately called the Dr. who rushed over with injections for us both.
I have never been so sick. I would suggest asking your Dr., prior to going somewhere that may have bad drinking water, to give you a prescription in case you accidentally have bad ice like we did. You will be cured in 24 hours instead of going through the three days of torture that I went through. Oh well, live and learn, and the next time I visit I’ll be a little more cautious.
Some of the most beautiful, generous, happy and kind people that I have met in my life are Cubans. They share everything because they have very little. There is no jealousy or ambition to have more than your next door neighbor. I have seen this rarely. You see it everywhere in Havana.
In my next blog I will talk about Havana from a working perspective and the people of Havana. I also will explore one of the more fascinating historical hotels… The Riviera … which was owned by gangster Meyer Lansky and was built in 1957. It is a virtual time capsule of ’50’s design, art, furniture and cool. Stay tuned readers!
A dear friend passed away this week. Andre Williams. He was a legend. He was the most complex man I’ve ever met. He had an explosive personality and his talent as a performer, writer, and producer influenced generations. He was an R & B singer born in Alabama and raised by his Aunts after his mother died when he was just 6 years old. He ended up finding his way to Detroit in the 1950s and was first recorded at Fortune Records in the 1950’s. His hits included “Bacon Fat, Jail Bait, Greasy Chicken and Cadillac Jack”. He co-wrote “Shake a Tail Feather” which was a hit record and made it on the Billboard Charts. He co-wrote Stevie Wonders first hit, “Thank you For Loving Me”. He moved on to Chess Records in the 1960’s and produced Ike Turner ,as well as many others, along with releasing more of his own material.
I met Andre later in his life when he recorded the album “Red Dirt” in 1999 with The Sadies , who were both on Bloodshot records at the time. It was released in 2000 and remains one of my favorites. In the studio he would tell the guys… I want it to sound like this…. “da da da da…dadadadadada”. They knew exactly what he meant.
Andre Williams, after being homeless for a time in the ‘80’s ,with a nasty drug habit, had returned at the end of the 1990’s and he did not look back.
The Sadies maintained a life long relationship with Andre and toured Europe in 2006 with him which included playing The Roskilde Festival in Denmark and playing at a Hospital for The Criminally Insane all in one week. An unforgettable time.
Along with his music, Andre Williams knew how to dress. He had so much style and owned more clothes than anyone I have ever met.
I have fond memories of Andre descending our stairs in a fire engine red suit where everything matched and he beamed as my eyes popped out of my head and my jaw hit the floor.
He was in a red jacket, vest, shirt, pants, belt, shoes and topped off with a red Fedora and a big flashy smile.
The next day he would be a vision in mustard… or green… or yellow. He always matched and took such pride in his appearance. He was the real life version of Super Fly in the wardrobe department… only cooler.
Being a white Canadian girl from the suburbs I had never met anyone like him. He charmed every woman he ever met. He said some very provocative things but was always a gentleman. He had a way of getting inside of you and melting your heart.
I can’t believe that he is gone and I also can’t believe he made it to the age of 82. He roared through life full steam ahead. He did not believe in taking things slow.
We thought he was invincible and would always be around. Some people seem bigger than life. He was one of them.
Thank god he left so much music behind for us to listen to. Thank god for Andre’s voice and spirit and words. He was never one to shy from controversy as you will hear in his lyrics. He was a real revolutionary. So, my homage to Andre Williams is to pass on the gift of his music to you. If you have never heard of him…. Google him… seek out his recordings and enjoy one of the greatest of all time.