If you’re at Folk Alliance, this will likely be my only set.
Happy Valentine’s day to my Khaleesi of the Grass River. Lol
Dope podcast with the young people at @studio_393 thanks for the invitation @nestorwynrush
I’m going to this. The decision was made a little too late to book any showcases but I’ll be there. Musician neechies, let me know where you’ll be playing and I’ll do my best to come and listen.
In my head this photo was going to look about 10 times cooler than it actually turned out lol. Had a great time playing and hanging out at the Hockey Day in Canada concert at the Living Sky Casino.
Heading 2 Swift Current
I’m in excellent company in this year’s Indigenous Music Album category. Congrats to all the other nominees and thank you to everyone who helped make this album.
Good for day trippin’ and night rippin’
Forgot to post this... New Year’s on the Rez was lit, after the fireworks and gunshots the northern lights made an appearance as well.
Not even a real Skoden ffs
New year, new band.
There’s a man going ‘round taking names... his name is me. Leonard Sumner. Book me for your event and I’ll write it in the good books. 📷@sweetmoonphoto
Went home for a few days, pretty good views boy.
I once had a dream that I went to my granny’s house across the road from our place. I walked over there with my mom, it was night time.
She wasn’t home but there was someone watching a fire at her place. I don’t know who that person was but they handed me a set of moose antlers.
I accepted them and as I did I started to feel their power. Everything around me became out of focus and the fire started to grow brighter.
Northern lights started to suddenly generate around my hands swirling in different colours.
As they got brighter I got stronger and I threw my hands into the air pointing the antlers to the sky and the lights shot like a vortex of lightning.
Suddenly I was in my parents place, my uncle Georgie was still alive at this time. He was sitting at the table with my dad.
I started telling them what happened and they started laughing uncontrollably. I kept asking them for some food, and they laughed harder. I started getting mad.
I looked at them and was trying to yell but I started sing a song I never heard or sung before.
As I started to sing it louder and louder and woke myself up. I was still singing the song. Half asleep I recorded it with my iphone 4s, lol.
I still have that song and the memory of the dream still sends shivers down my spine.
I heard an elder say that sleep is a connection to the spirit world, and there are different levels to dreaming. In Anishinaabemowin, “Nibaan” means “I’m traveling” and you’re never to lie about dreams.
I always thought it was a beautiful gift from the universe to have that dream and that song.
I was going through a difficult time and pursuing a life in music that wasn’t exactly panning out. I kept on with it though, sometimes using that dream as a reminder to keep going.
The only other place I ever feel a fraction of that power I felt in that dream is when I sing.
This moose head outside my parents house tonight reminded me of that.
Cold enough to freeze light on its way to the heavens... jk it’s not that bad out
Very happy with my carbon-fibre Rainsong, but sometimes a nice wood guitar grabs my attention... 🤔