Choose your poison or buy the CD!
PreSave, Preview, or Promote HOPE AND THE SINNER!
Hey! Wanna help us get the word out? We’d really appreciate it!
CLICK HERE to preview all the tracks!
CLICK HERE to presave on Spotify!
SHARE the Promo video!
ALBUM UPDATE: Hope and the Sinner final artwork and a full song for you to hear!
Thrilled to share this latest update on my album project! This is the original album artwork by the extraordinarily talented local artist Ava Hardy! She basically listened to the unmixed tunes and created these seriously moving pieces based on the themes she heard. I was absolutely blown away by how close to my vision she came. What a marvel. THANK YOU AVA!
And for good measure – here’s the back cover.
….and finally, here’s the mixed but not mastered cut “Purpose” featuring the masterful guitar work of Neil Chapman!
“Hope is not a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. It is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency. Hope should shove you out the door, because it will take everything you have to steer the future away from endless war, from the annihilation of the earth’s treasures and the grinding down of the poor and marginal… To hope is to give yourself to the future – and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable” ~Rebecca Solnit
Yes, I have issue with organized religion
I’m often accused of having a real issue with the Catholic Church, mostly because I am very public about the need to eliminate the ONLY religion that gets public funding for their school system. Let me be clear – I absolutely have an issue with the Catholic Church – the same way I have publicly taken the piss out of Judaism, Islam and any other religion that purports to make ‘moral’ rules that fly in the face of their own history. And yes, I take issue with them even more when they try to use the public system to force me to comply to theirs.
I hope that’s clear enough.
“Human decency is not derived from religion. It precedes it. Violent, irrational, intolerant, allied to racism and tribalism and bigotry, invested in ignorance and hostile to free inquiry, contemptuous of women and coercive toward children: organized religion ought to have a great deal on its conscience.”
– Christopher Hitchens, God is not Great.
HNY! A first taste of the new album!!
In the spirit of the new year and stepping out of my comfort zone, here is a quick sample of a song called “Purpose” from my upcoming album – tentatively called HOPE AND THE SINNER. Still in the very rough stages but getting closer 🙂 Over the next few weeks we will be posting clips here – hope you’ll have a listen and we’d love your feedback!
Eulogy for Gilly
December 15, 1944 – February 4, 2022
The shiva for Dad ended a week ago, and I elected to spend some time alone up north at our cottage. I was going to need to be at Dad’s bank in Huntsville as well as his main floor apartment at my brother’s place about 45 minutes northeast of there, so heading up there made sense.
In that time, we established a few things, not the least of which is that he had no valid will. The Gilly Paradox. On one hand, his obsessive need for fairness, organization and documentation should have indicated at least several up-to-date copies within easy access. One the other hand, his complete and unwavering denial that he would die. Not just now – I mean EVER. And with that in mind, he would never need a will.
The Gilly Paradox indeed.
We will start with this: The old man drove me nuts. Pretty much always. It was never a secret. Most of the time we weren’t playing on the same field. Or town. Or country. Sometimes planet. We just didn’t see things the same way. At least at the beginning. I was – as he put it – an artsy fartsy and he was all business. He was always pretty clear that the liberal arts were fine in your spare time, but it would never make you money. Once we had a long discussion about my philosophy classes at school and he grabbed the classifieds and busily started looking for philosopher jobs. It wasn’t until much later that I realized that he had been pushing against his own incredible creativity and projecting it on to me.
Fathers and sons are complicated – or at least we were. There is a lot of stuff to unpack as they say. His own relationship with his Dad was strained at least and bizarre at best. I have vivid memories of him having many fruitless discussions with my Zaidy Al about the care he required, and how Zaidy insisted he didn’t. I was with him at his father’s deathbed as he watched him die. Gilly’s behaviour in his final few years mirrored this, and the way he died was virtually the same. The black irony of the Gilly Paradox once again showing its face.
He wasn’t always this way. He met my Mom when she was 12 and he was 14. As she recollects, “He was on his bike and I was walking home from Essex P.S. It was in his neighbourhood as I lived south of Bloor Street on 553 Markham Street. Dad lived on 154A Christie Street. I had gotten to know him at the Y… now known as The Miles Nadal Jewish Community Centre. We were just friends first but by the time I got to high school, Harbord Collegiate , we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I really enjoyed high school a lot because of that. In those days there were so many social activities you did at school and we would go to them. Tea dances in the gym every Friday were my favourite. It was so nice to be part of a couple in high school.”
They loved each other a lot back then. So much so that they were married in 1964 – my Mom was 18 and my Dad was just shy of 21. They got an apartment on Raglan Ave as Dad headed toward completing his degree in Chartered Accountancy from Queens. I was born in 1967, followed 21 months later by Carey in 1969. Jared came 20 months after that in 1970. For those following the math – 3 boys in 3.5 years. Mom was 24 years old. As a Dad looking back – I find that an astounding accomplishment. Add to that my father’s unhealthy obsession with success at work despite all else was just beginning to emerge, and the writing is on the wall.
When my sister Nikki was born in 1974, we were complete. The perfect young, middle class Jewish family. At least that’s how we were seen. Even to us it seemed true – that’s how convincing we were.
Gilly was plagued with near-crippling anxiety decades before it became a thing. Looking back now it was so acute that it had a profound effect on everything around him – his kids, his marriage, his business. He never recognized it. I guess no one really did back then. But to him, everybody had an underlying agenda – including my Mom and us. He would tell us what that agenda was and what he was going to do about it. He always claimed to know exactly what people were thinking and why and would treat them like they had already acted on the thoughts he was claiming they had.
As idyllic as the Rismans appeared in the 80s, as my parent’s marriage disintegrated, we all started falling apart in our own special ways. Mom removed herself. I immersed myself in recreational pharmaceuticals. We all found harbour in high-risk behaviour. And Carey tragically began the descent into madness that would eventually claim his life.
What it must have been like for Dad to finally see his own mental health issues personified in his son, and to get an objective view of the collateral damage. It must have been devastating and frightening because he couldn’t understand it in himself let alone my brother. He really struggled to get it. And when Carey finally took his own life in 1996, Dad’s lifelong wait for everything to be fine was gone.
You don’t bury a child and stay the same. Dad was the one who called me after they found Carey. I was at work, and he just kept screaming into the phone that Carey was dead. Over and over. My boss threw me in a car and drove me to Dad’s place to try to keep him together. But I couldn’t do it. It seems none of us could, no matter how hard we tried. Dad nearly gave up on everything, including us. It felt like he doesn’t want real relationships with anyone. People die after all. Even your kids. He left the family in Toronto and moved north of Huntsville, where he lived a life of relative seclusion in a room at my brother and sister-in-law’s cottage year-round. Even when the whole family was around, he would often hole up in his room.
The last 25 or so years saw us rebuilding, settling into our own “new normalness” and creating new lives. Dad tried his best to stay limitedly involved – just enough so it wouldn’t hurt. Of course, no one escapes pain. But Dad was an artist when it came to denial – a personality flaw that became more and more pronounced as his health became worse and worse.
I don’t pretend that this is the truth about Gilly. This is just what I saw and perceived and interpreted. My sister and brother had their own relationships with him, and their own understanding of the man he was. The truth is somewhere in there I’m sure. But for me, our relationship was as complex as it gets. I felt abandoned as a child when he was completely immersed in work and missed many if not most of the milestones my friends’ fathers were present for. I felt misunderstood and demeaned when he reduced my dreams to a dollar value. And I felt abandoned again when he ran away after Carey died. I carried this for the past quarter century, and it affected everything between me and Dad. I was constantly frustrated and angry with his decisions – whether it be his health or whatever – and I wasn’t subtle about it. But it was only the past year or so that I realized that Gilly hadn’t changed – I had. He was always like this. And he was ok with it. It was me that kept weighing him against the standards I set as a child. And it wasn’t fair.
Gil Risman was a real person. He was not evil or bad by a long shot. He was gloriously flawed and knew it. But he had a fierce adherence to his obligations as a provider for our family. By his own admission he was a lousy husband, but he had an authentic and enduring love for my Mom. And as his son, there wasn’t a second that I didn’t know that my Dad loved me intensely. He was imperfect but he was keenly aware of those imperfections. And despite our greatest efforts to change him, he lived his life on his own terms for better or for worse. And he died that way too.
I stood over the grave throwing dirt on a man I adored, and cherished, and worshipped. A man that was to me a shining example of humanity – both of what to do and what not to do. A man that never recovered from the loss of his son. A man that loved and laughed and felt everything so intensely that it constantly overwhelmed him. I had prepared myself for this for years, but still I cannot believe how absolutely lost I feel without him right now. We don’t love the people we love because they’re perfect. We love the people we love because they are. Even after they’re gone.
I really hope there’s some peace for you Dad. I really do.
Solos & Duets
Join me and Lisa as we take you through an evening of stories and songs – both together and alone – in this virtual concert benefitting the Find Your Light Foundation at The Center for Addiction and Mental Health.
Please donate generously at http://give.camh.ca/goto/findthelight
“How You Experience” is much more important than “What You Experience”
You can see Sean Carter’s other posts here.
Radical Workplace Episode 1 Drops!
First episode of The Radical Workplace drops now!! David Cubitt and I reminisce about the old CD Plus days and chat about his proven entrepreneurial philosophy of passion vs. money and his latest success with Wasaga Beach Brewing Company!
The Big Epiphany – That’s Why I’m Here
“Fortune and fame’s such a curious game.
Perfect strangers can call you by name.
Pay good money to hear Fire and Rain
Again and again and again.
Some are like summer coming back every year,
Got your baby, got your blanket
Got your bucket of beer.
I break into a grin from ear to ear
And suddenly it’s perfectly clear.
That’s why I’m here.”
One of my faves James Taylor wrote this 35 years ago. He had an epiphany about his purpose on the planet. He spent years working on his career to the detriment of everything else around him, constantly fighting against the legacy of incredible music he had created to focus on the music to come. After a slew of personal tragedy, he realized the simplicity of his existence. His main job was to entertain, to enlighten, to relieve the burden of everyday life from the world – if only for the 2 hours he played. People “paid good money to hear “Fire and Rain again and again and again”. So that’s what he would do. He said himself that he hasn’t been the same since.
I’m taking my lead from old JT.
I’ve been very reflective the past few weeks. A lot has gone on. And through it all, something became very clear to me. My Mom always said to her children that the only way to guarantee a legacy is to positively influence at least one person. Of course, like everything else in life, the gravity of this statement never really occurred to me until I got much older. I always doubted this about myself. I always felt like a bit of an imposter – that people’s expectations of me were far higher than I could ever achieve. But recent events have since brought me to the realization that I have left a positive mark on this earth – no matter how small – and that focusing on those things will lead me to a fulfilled future. So I am taking it seriously.
A lot of you will have noticed that I have doubled down on promotion the past few weeks. I know it may seem self-serving, but the reason is plain. I have been very lucky in my life, and I am profoundly grateful. It’s time for me to focus on using that gratitude to ramp up my ability to make positive change – whether through business podcasts, mental health advocacy, or other creative endeavours. It’s become very clear that – just like JT – that’s why I’m here.
So here’s my new FB Page, which will allow me a better audience reach to help me facilitate that change. It will also allow me to keep my personal profile a little more private because who the fuck wants to take the chance of being hacked again lol.
I’m hoping you will all like this new page and follow me as I try to make a difference. I can’t guarantee success, but I can assure you that we will have an amazing time trying 😊