I’m dumb-founded and gobsmacked. Why? Because I for the first time ever, having lived in Penticton for 34 years, and not ever ventured out much, took in the Farmer’s Market.
While walking through the throngs of people who seemed from every walk of life I was with my son and his family who are visiting from Tumbi Umibi, N.S.W. Australia, I was stopped dead in my tracks on hearing a familiar tune being amplified through the streets of Penticton, the likes I have never had the pleasure or experience hearing before. Without sounding dramatic, I came close to an out of body experience on approaching the source of the music. It was none other than Gord McLaren, just a regular run of the mill retired Penticton city worker who I have rubbed shoulders with for 25 years. He was playing one of my favourite Irish duos (Foster and Allen) songs with Canadian lyrics.
I was so taken back by this everyday city slicker and had no idea he was so talented. His vocal and instrumental gift took my breath away. I’m still scratching my head as to why this local talent has not been whisked away by some talent scout. Which, by the way, could become a reality with the right contacts and finance. He would make Randy Travis and all the other heart break song writers look like amateurs.
A lot of your success would hinge on having Buzz Byers and his mom Betty tickling the ivory. She is a legend in her own for entertaining pubs and service clubs. Our mothers are still toe-tapping and hand clapping and singing in the heavens above. She must know by now how many hearts she has touched, with her fun and loving talent.
Gord, Buzz and all the talented musicans and technicians, thank you in advance from all the music lovers that are yet to experience your unquestionable ability to entertain.