First TikTok story

Posted by jdhBard | Posted in Story | Posted on 10-01-2021

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I just told my first story on Tiktok (@hobbeshickey), which is quite the challenge because TikTok videos are only 60 seconds long max. I managed to get Love and Madness down to 60 seconds and it still works, but the real deal is much better.

So for you brave TikTokers who decided to visit me here, here’s the full version. If you like what you hear, consider supporting this artist by buying my latest album on Bandcamp. Check out the Store for more information.

Love and Madness (04:18)

 

New Decade, New Story for Peace

Posted by jdhBard | Posted in Story | Posted on 08-01-2020

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This morning, during my walk to work, I recorded a new story and threw it together on my lunch hour.
In this time of great conflict, we need to remember that working towards peace is a choice each of us must make. If you like this story, please share it widely.
 

A story of mourning and healing

Posted by jdhBard | Posted in Recordings, Story | Posted on 21-08-2019

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One year ago today, I lost a friend, a brother, a fellow Stag King. When I mourned my friend, I struggled to find a story that described this process, and then I found this one.

I recorded it this morning. I’m still a bit congested, so I apologize for the odd sound of my voice.

As I remember my friend today, remember that you are not alone.

Devil’s night at the Mariposa

Posted by jdhBard | Posted in Story | Posted on 09-03-2018

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Café Mariposa‘s Open Mic night ends with a story about the Devil. Jeff Deeprose on fiddle.

Cafe Mariposa’s Open Mic night is every Thursday evening at 6pm.
5434 Côte Saint Luc Rd,
Montreal, QC H3X 2C5
Villa Maria metro

Storytime with Sophie and Jack

Posted by jdhBard | Posted in Story | Posted on 31-08-2017

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Back in 2009, I was telling stories at an elementary school in Montreal and I told a story that I originally heard from Priscilla Howe called The Ghost with One Black Eye. It has remained one of my more beloved stories to tell to 3 to 6 year old children.

I was visiting a friend recently and over breakfast, her son Jack and his friend Sophie asked me to tell them a story. I told them this ghost story, and to my great surprise, Jack’s mum Deirdre later showed me a video of these two kids retelling the story.

With their parent’s permission (thank you Agnes, Deirdre, and Jean), I can now share their telling of this story. Enjoy!

Why Patricia Left

Posted by jdhBard | Posted in Blog, Recordings | Posted on 29-10-2015

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At the last Slamtastique Story Slam that I hosted, I told a story about why Patricia left. Patricia Flewwelling is a published author who works at TELUS, but also worked at Cafe Mariposa, which is where the Story Slam now takes place. And I’ll admit it right here: I’ve had a bit of an unrequited crush on her for a while. It’s no secret.

But new adventures have flung our beloved Patricia far and wide, but few know the real reason, so I decided to tell the masses the *real* reason why she left us. Now that I’ve heard the recording, I can tell I told it a bit too fast (the pace is off), but I’ll fix that with some practice in the future.

When Patricia met Death in the Market

Tales from Driving Out the Snakes II

Posted by jdhBard | Posted in Recordings | Posted on 19-03-2014

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So I hosted a concert called Driving Out the Snakes II in Montreal on St. Patrick’s Day weekend in 2014 and it was great! Generous audiences, talented musicians, and an energetic step dancer! I also got to tell a few tales and they were recorded, so I’m happy to share one of them.

The videographer is Roy Keys and the event was organized by Aine Doan.

The Weight of a Snowflake

Posted by jdhBard | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 27-12-2013

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The Weight of a Snowflake

~ Anon

“Tell me the weight of a snowflake.” A mouse asked a wild dove.

“Nothing more than nothing,” the dove answered.

“In that case I must tell you a marvelous story,” the mouse said. “I sat on the branch of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to snow, not heavily, not a raging blizzard, no just like in a dream without any violence. Since I had time, I counted the snowflakes setting on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952, when the next snowflake dropped onto the branch- “nothing more than nothing” as you say-the branch broke off.”

Having said that the mouse went away.

The dove, thought about the meaning of the story for a while and finally said to herself, “Perhaps there is only one person’s voice lacking for peace to come about in this world.”

Yoinked from Karen Chase’s blog:
http://karenchace.blogspot.ca/2013/12/the-weight-of-snowflake.html