Thursday, October 23, 2008

Greg Wyard ~ Murphy’s Law

Greg Wyard
Murphy's Law, Toronto
Thurs July 17, 2008

"this place was a kitchen store last time I was here"

As I stare up at the building on the northwest corner
Of Kingston Road & Queen Street East
The corner also known as the Triangle
The sign now reads Murphy's Law, Irish Pub
"I use to live in an apartment above the plaza
Across the street on the opposite corner
Until we were broken into and robbed, that is"

It's been a while since I visited the old neighbourhood
And as I slip through the sidewalk patio outside
I can hear Peaceful Easy Feeling being sung
By a familiar voice coming from the inside
Walking up the steps and opening the door
I find Greg Wyard stationed in the entranceway
Guitar in hand
Playing the Eagles to a full house
Irish pubs were never a place you'd find me enjoying live music
Until I started following Greg's career back in 2003
I'm struck each and every time I come see him play
At the wonderful vibe and great energy found in these Irish pubs
In addition to Murphy's Law
I've seen him play at The Pour House, Pogue Mahones
Fionn MacCool's and The Foggy Dew
And it's true these crowds come to party
To get loud and completely trashed with their friends
More than they come to pay attention to the music
But it's obvious they love Greg Wyard
Especially when he accommodates just about every song they request
He's a human jukebox
And therefore, a guaranteed crowd-pleaser
As I park myself on a tall stool
I'm welcomed by the bartender
Who places a frosty Brahma down in front of me
Sipping my beer, a smile spreads across my face
When the Eagles are followed by the Beatles
"life is very short and there's no time
For fussing and fighting my friend…"

Greg's voice and guitar are piped through his own system
And it sounds awesome
Although the level of chatter around me is intense
Discouraging any quiet conversation
I don't think for one second this audience isn't listening
Noticing several pairs of lips moving along to the words of Moondance
And Rocket Man
"I'm not the man they think I am at home, oh no no no…"
Perhaps Greg noticed Elton John on the television monitor above the bar
At least I think that was Elton John
The program had the look of a Vegas tribute reality show
Televisions should be shut off when there's a live act in the room
Don't you think?
But the sports fanatics would take great offence to that
Greg sings Don't Stop Believin'
And it makes me think of the Sopranos
Using Don't Stop Believin' in the final episode
Of the critically-acclaimed television drama about the mob
Must have given this song by Journey a whole new life
And kazillions of more dollars in the pocket of Steve Perry
Waiting for my friend Howie to arrive
I notice the cute waitresses in their short plaid skirts
And knee-high socks
Cheerfully bouncing around the room
Carrying heavy trays of honey brown and rickard's red
While trying to avoid collisions with folks stumbling in from the patio
Greg finishes Father and Son
A seventies ballad by Cat Stevens
Before taking me by surprise with Whiskey In a Jar
A rousing Irish drinking song I became familiar with via
Jerry Garcia and David Grisman's version on the Shady Grove recording
Greg really gets the crowd's attention on this one
A perfect song for this place
Enticed by the music
And curious about the exuberant whoops from the folks inside
The door from the patio continues to swing open
Bringing lightly tanned college students in their sandals, shorts and tanks
Bouncing to the beat of rock which became classic
Long before they were born
With sunglasses pinned to white t-shirt collars
Or resting atop sun-bleached heads
Gives me indication that perhaps some have been sitting
In those plastic patio chairs outside long before sundown
But suddenly I notice someone older
Slipping through the group of music lovers
Huddled in the entranceway
A very handsome man comes strolling straight toward me
Dressed in tan walking shorts, flip flops and dark shirt
Eye contact is made instantly
I take note of his full head of hair, straight teeth and lovely smile
"no, they're not taken", I reply, as this man and the older man he's with
Take up residence on the recently vacated bar stools beside me
Remembering my yoga and pilates training
I shift my butt, lower my shoulders and adjust my posture
Becoming aware of myself as I catch those warm brown eyes
Staring straight into mine
His look gives me the impression the physical attraction is mutual
And I feel good with each passing moment
Sipping my Brahma
No longer carrying any lingering regrets for coming out tonight
He peers over my shoulder
"what are you writing?" he asks, as he introduces himself to me
"oh, just a few notes on the music", I tell him
I like to write stories around shows I see"
His brown eyes have enough crow's feet around the edges
To assure me
We're of the same generation
And there's no wedding ring in sight
I hear Tom Petty coming from that tall black speaker
As this very handsome subcontractor tells me he lives in the neighbourhood
Out tonight for a few beers with his father and a buddy
Some interesting effects from the pedals at Greg's feet catch my ear
With looping, digital delays and technical stuff I know nothing about
My eyes shift to watch in amazement
Greg's control and masterful acoustic playing
On songs like Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits
Greg Wyard is a talented musician, singer and songwriter
Although I've yet to hear an original song played tonight
He chooses instead to rock us with familiar and popular material
Including Steve Miller's Swingtown and Peter Gabriel's In Your Eyes
And also material not so familiar, well at least not to me
From bands like Oasis and Nirvana
Barb and Henry, a couple hanging out beside me are thrilled
When their song request for Coldplay is heard
And you can't help but notice
The very handsome subcontractor's buddy Mike is a jolly one
With raving enthusiasm for the entertainment
Mike is jumping up and down and all around
Clearly having a great time
Singing at the top of his lungs
"If I had a million dollars
I'd build a tree fort in our yard
If I had million dollars
You could help, it wouldn't be that hard"

Funny, because I'm told Mike works in the restoration business too
And he even looks like one of them Bare Naked Ladies
Yelling my greeting in the ear of Howie who has just arrived
My eye again strays to the very handsome brown eyed subcontractor
A single bar stool away
As Greg finishes the first set and comes over to say hello
I make the introductions
I'm quite fond of Greg Wyard
His musical talent aside, I appreciate his good manners
And the charming British gentleman that he is
Discussing the free Paul McCartney show in Quebec this coming weekend
I inform him jokingly, "I'll definitely be calling ya…
If I find that elusive helicopter pilot to fly us to the show"

Sir Paul will, without a doubt, attract a couple hundred thousand fans
Therefore a helicopter to fly me and my musical friends
And deposit us front row and centre
Would do just nicely, thank you very much
Looking around the bar I notice Murphy's is blissfully drunk on summer
When Greg returns to the stage and plays Magic Carpet Ride
More people come streaming in from the street
Happily joining in on sing-a-longs like Neil Diamond's Sweet Caroline
Everyone goes completely nuts with emphasis on the "bop, bop, bop…
"good times never felt so good…"

I'm telling ya
Greg doesn't need a band behind him to get a crowd excited
He's quite capable of doing that all by himself
They're out of control by the time Bohemian Rhapsody comes round
"Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go…"

I spot the glow of a lighter, not a cell phone, held up high
How many entertainers are around playing this song solo?
And I won't be surprised in the least
If there's dancing atop the bar soon
Especially when Greg pulls out Baba O'Reilly
His guitar work explodes on this song otherwise known as
Teenage Wasteland
But before we get to that one
We're treated to a lovely version of Blowin'in the Wind
Followed by Don't Think Twice, It's Alright
A favourite of mine from the Bob Dylan catalogue
By the end of the second set
There's no longer any doubt of the attraction
Between the very handsome brown-eyed subcontractor and myself
I could use another beer
To go with the playful flirtatiousness going on between us
But I stick to water
I'm probably the only straight one in the place
Rambunctious and incredibly loud
The atmosphere has me visualizing an eighteenth century tavern
Where large mugs of brew are spilled in the sway of dirty elbows lifted
By old fisherman with twisted teeth and shaggy beards
Singing songs of tradition around long wooden tables
The only light being from a few wall sconces and table top lanterns
And the moon shining through mud-splattered windows
A set break came and went before I knew it
And Greg was back in his corner preparing for round three
I heard many requests called out
Mull of Kintyre was one of them
But my heart jumped a beat when the set was opened with
Don't Let Me Down
"nobody ever really done me, oooh she done me, she done me good"

John Lennon is my favourite Beatle and Greg does him proud
The set also includes Ramble On by Led Zeppelin
And Just What I Needed by The Cars
At a little past 1am, the m.c. announces:
"we're gonna liven things up now, everybody…"
Craziness is all around
As we gather to sing American Pie
"those good old boys are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die…"

Another one for audience participation
But I'm pleased when the crowd hushes down a bit
So I can sigh over Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here
Like I said, the man is a human jukebox
The picture in my head moves from an eighteenth century tavern
To a redneck country bar
Like the scene in the Blues Brothers movie
Where chicken wire surrounds the band for protection
From beer bottles flung because they're not country enough
Greg could probably use a little fence himself
Not out of disappointment by the audience, but out of love
Over enthusiastic fans enjoy inviting themselves to the stage
Stumbling into him while volunteering unnecessary backup vocals
And putting his musical equipment in jeopardy
But Greg doesn't show concern when they rush up to his side
It's all in good fun
As they put requests in his ear
Even while he's already singing mid-song
But I don't think they're requesting original material
Because if they were
We wouldn't be hearing Patio Lanterns
But rather
Looking In From the Outside from The First cd
Or Just Be You from Something I Made Up
These two recordings get played often in my house
But the truth is
This scene is a little too rowdy for songs such as these
To be appreciated the way they should be
Hopefully people are smart
And won't leave without purchasing one of Greg's cds
New fans will undoubtedly be born
Last call has come and gone
And with a kiss to the cheek
Howie has departed to head westbound
And discovering I'm on my own
The very handsome brown-eyed flirtatious subcontractor
Wastes no time getting close
Twisting our bar stools around to face each other
He has my legs pinned between his own as he leans in
Trying to steal a kiss
He's drunk but a quiet one
I almost spit out my water and choked on an ice cube
When he actually said…
"where you been all my life?"
His incredible good looks start to melt my resistance
And when he informs me he's an Aries
Well
That got him a bit of tongue
According to Linda Goodman's Love Signs
Aries and Leos are one the best of the astrological love matches
Hmmm… fire sign on fire sign?
Could get very hot
Not that astrology plays that much of a role
In my relationships with the opposite sex
But being a lioness
My interest in this man just increased dramatically
As chairs are placed on top of tables
The room becomes empty around us
His buddy has left as did his father quite some time ago
And when the very handsome brown-eyed flirtatious Aries subcontractor
Reaches for his wallet to pay the tab
I rush over to say goodbye to Greg
Who momentarily stops packing up his gear
So I can wrap my arms around him in a great big bear hug
"thanks for another great time mister
I'm looking forward to the next one"

Mr Wyard isn't hard to find with his many gigs around town
But I will definitely come back and see him at Murphy's Law
As should anyone else who's reading this
I had such a fabulous time
And as I turn my head
I see the handsome brown-eyed flirtatious Aries subcontractor waiting for me
As we slip out the back door into the warm summer night
Walking arm in arm through the deserted parking lot
I realize I'm being led in the opposite direction from which I came
Gazing up to the sky, I whisper in his ear
"hey look, it's a full moon…"


http://www.gregwyard.com/
http://murphyslaw.sites.toronto.com/