Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Jive Bunny Dances
Hi, I am the Jive Bunny,
At a very young age, I loved to dance. I remember having a rock and roll Elvis t-shirt that was my favourite. When my father would make his 8MM movies, I was the one always dancing, tapping in circles with my sisters tap shoes on. I don't remember not dancing.
It was popular in the 50's to take dancing lessons or figure skating, I was a tap dancer and took ballet, and was up on point, toe shoes, at a very young age, like my favourite 45 record,Tina the Ballerina." Round and round she goes, when she stops no one knows. It's Tina the Ballerina. " I was a can can girl, a little Shamrock, and a little Dutch girl dancing between my two older sisters on stage. So many beautiful costumes with sparkly sequins and satin. My talented Mother would sew all our beautiful costumes for the concerts every year. So many wonderful dancing memories.
Our tap shoes and toe shoes would be purchased at Malabar or Johnny Brown in Toronto; and to this day I still have my ballet case with my ballet slippers that my Mother kept all those years, as well as the 1st Barbie and Ken dolls in the case.
The 50's and early 60's were a time of dance and celebration with Rock and Roll ; and then along came the British invasion with the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. Then there was no looking back with Bob Dylan and all the acid rock bands of the late sixties, like Jim Morrison and the Doors, Janis Joplin, Jimmy Hendrix, Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin just to name a few.. Motown began and the Jive Bunny couldn't stop dancing.
Dirty Dancing in the early 60's became Disco in the mid seventies. The years of sex, drugs and rock and roll, the Movie Forrest Gump summed up the late 60's and seventies. Studio 54, in New York City was the place for Disco, and CBGB's for Punk Rock from 1977, it was glitter and punk with a little bit of rock and roll and a lot of drugs and Sex.. The music never stops and the dancing goes on. Now the dancing is for people with no bones, the moves in ballet and dancing with the Stars, a dancer must be so flexible. Anyway, enough is enough, so dance to your own music and enjoy life.
The Jive Bunny recommends this.
LOL The best is yet to come.
At a very young age, I loved to dance. I remember having a rock and roll Elvis t-shirt that was my favourite. When my father would make his 8MM movies, I was the one always dancing, tapping in circles with my sisters tap shoes on. I don't remember not dancing.
It was popular in the 50's to take dancing lessons or figure skating, I was a tap dancer and took ballet, and was up on point, toe shoes, at a very young age, like my favourite 45 record,Tina the Ballerina." Round and round she goes, when she stops no one knows. It's Tina the Ballerina. " I was a can can girl, a little Shamrock, and a little Dutch girl dancing between my two older sisters on stage. So many beautiful costumes with sparkly sequins and satin. My talented Mother would sew all our beautiful costumes for the concerts every year. So many wonderful dancing memories.
Our tap shoes and toe shoes would be purchased at Malabar or Johnny Brown in Toronto; and to this day I still have my ballet case with my ballet slippers that my Mother kept all those years, as well as the 1st Barbie and Ken dolls in the case.
The 50's and early 60's were a time of dance and celebration with Rock and Roll ; and then along came the British invasion with the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. Then there was no looking back with Bob Dylan and all the acid rock bands of the late sixties, like Jim Morrison and the Doors, Janis Joplin, Jimmy Hendrix, Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin just to name a few.. Motown began and the Jive Bunny couldn't stop dancing.
Dirty Dancing in the early 60's became Disco in the mid seventies. The years of sex, drugs and rock and roll, the Movie Forrest Gump summed up the late 60's and seventies. Studio 54, in New York City was the place for Disco, and CBGB's for Punk Rock from 1977, it was glitter and punk with a little bit of rock and roll and a lot of drugs and Sex.. The music never stops and the dancing goes on. Now the dancing is for people with no bones, the moves in ballet and dancing with the Stars, a dancer must be so flexible. Anyway, enough is enough, so dance to your own music and enjoy life.
The Jive Bunny recommends this.
LOL The best is yet to come.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Jive Bunny Reports 24/7 promoting Art and Music
Hi, I am the Jive Bunny,
All my life I have been an Artist; happiness was a pencil and paper and maybe coloured pencils when growing up. My first drawings were cartoon stick figures fishing, because I was always in the boat with my Father fishing. In kindergarten I drew a horse drawn milk truck, that's how old I am now. I was the kid out in the hallway of my school painting murals, hated by my classmates because I could draw. I was the youngest person to be signed up to the Famous Artist School classes, and would win every prize for best works of art. I was the first to win an art scholarship to go to Art College in high school ; and the Jive Bunny was in Art College, teaching her teachers how to paint, and making movies.
Years later with all the technology I bought a digital camera and began my life as a reporter. My Father always had super 8 cameras and I learned how to make movies by watching my fathers super and single 8, and later video movies. Now everything is digital. My Father even at the age of 99 would play Solitaire and win on the computer.
Some of the best film came from the seventies and the Festivals of Festivals started in Toronto in 1975 is now the Toronto International Film Festival with a brand new Light Box studio to house this event. Since June 23rd, during the Toronto earthquake, my reporting started.
The G8 and G20 Riots in Toronto on June 25 and 26th with CP24 reporting, The Jive Bunny reports started from the Balcony on the Esplanade where the Rioters were arrested on that ill-fated weekend of unrest. Everybody had a camera, but the Jive Bunny was smart and kept away from the police. The Summer of 2010,was amazing and over 200 videos were recorded from live concerts and art exhibitions. The Nuit Blanche videos were noticed by Mycitylives.com. The Jive Bunny is having fun and learning everyday. Life is too short to worry about money and where to get it. Artists have always been starving anyway. The Jive Bunny was never rich to be able to do what she loves to do.
Having a camera in hand to record events is like painting and drawing with a camera;
With the sound of music, what a great time we live in as an Artist.
The Jive Bunny reports 24/7. LOL
All my life I have been an Artist; happiness was a pencil and paper and maybe coloured pencils when growing up. My first drawings were cartoon stick figures fishing, because I was always in the boat with my Father fishing. In kindergarten I drew a horse drawn milk truck, that's how old I am now. I was the kid out in the hallway of my school painting murals, hated by my classmates because I could draw. I was the youngest person to be signed up to the Famous Artist School classes, and would win every prize for best works of art. I was the first to win an art scholarship to go to Art College in high school ; and the Jive Bunny was in Art College, teaching her teachers how to paint, and making movies.
Years later with all the technology I bought a digital camera and began my life as a reporter. My Father always had super 8 cameras and I learned how to make movies by watching my fathers super and single 8, and later video movies. Now everything is digital. My Father even at the age of 99 would play Solitaire and win on the computer.
Some of the best film came from the seventies and the Festivals of Festivals started in Toronto in 1975 is now the Toronto International Film Festival with a brand new Light Box studio to house this event. Since June 23rd, during the Toronto earthquake, my reporting started.
The G8 and G20 Riots in Toronto on June 25 and 26th with CP24 reporting, The Jive Bunny reports started from the Balcony on the Esplanade where the Rioters were arrested on that ill-fated weekend of unrest. Everybody had a camera, but the Jive Bunny was smart and kept away from the police. The Summer of 2010,was amazing and over 200 videos were recorded from live concerts and art exhibitions. The Nuit Blanche videos were noticed by Mycitylives.com. The Jive Bunny is having fun and learning everyday. Life is too short to worry about money and where to get it. Artists have always been starving anyway. The Jive Bunny was never rich to be able to do what she loves to do.
Having a camera in hand to record events is like painting and drawing with a camera;
With the sound of music, what a great time we live in as an Artist.
The Jive Bunny reports 24/7. LOL
Monday, October 11, 2010
The Real Tom Thomson Mystery is Told by The Jive Bunny
Hi, I am the Jive Bunny,
My father was a fisherman all his life, and was an avid outdoors man who loved boats and camping, and I will be comparing my father to Tom Thomson. Joseph Abe Joseph grew up in a small town of North Bay, just like Tom Thomson who was from Clairmont, Ontario and later moved to Toronto. My Father who made it to his 100th year, just passed away on the Spring Solstice on March 20th of 2010. Of Scottish descent, as my father was born in Glasgow, Scotland, February 24,1911. His parents and sister were booked on the ill-fated Titanic, taking the Cassandra instead and landing in new Brunswick on April 30th,1912.
Thomson was a graphic Artist that did lay out and paste up advertising at Grip Ltd on Richmond St. in Toronto from 1912-14. He met most of the artists that originated the group of 7 at this Studio. Lawren Harris from Brantford, and Toronto, was the Artist with the Money to start up a Studio building built in 1914 to house these Artists that had a passion to paint. Thomson lived in the Studio Building with Carmichael and AY Jackson. When rent could not be paid, Thomson moved into the shack in the back of the building, so he would have shelter during the winter months in Toronto.
Every Spring, he would head north to Huntsville to work as a Park Ranger and to fish.
The Grand Trunk Railroad was a wonderful way to travel Canada and Tom Thomson would head north to stay at Mowat Lodge in Huntsville, when the weather was too cold to pitch a tent. He started painting around 1912, the boys would go up to Georgian Bay,
to fish, and camp. For the Future Group of Seven, Algonquin Park was a place of beauty. Tom Thomson, Fred Varley, Frank Carmichael, AY Jackson, Jim MacDonald,
Lawren Harris, Franz Johnston , and Arthur Lismer had a desire to paint the outdoors with a passion, to paint the Canadian Landscape that was like no other, in all it's glory..
Thomson was the first of the Artists to have his works of Art noticed with the Northern River, and the large painting was sold to the National Gallery in Ottawa in 1914.
During the beginning of the First World War in 1914-1917, War Artists were employed to record the war; and Fred Varley, AY Jackson,A. Lismer, and F.Carmichael all recorded what they experienced. As Varley's war painting "For What", the experience of the carnage of war would be an influence on these Artists after the WW1.
Tom Thomson had a physical health condition as a young boy and with flat feet, that would prevent him from entering the war effort.
My Father entered the second World War in 1939, and at the age of 28, became a flight instructor to teach the RCAF and RAF in British Columbia until the end of that war in 1945. Awarded with the Flying Cross for saving his crew after a plane crash, my father wrote 3 journals about the war from 2005-2010. A war Hero and great sportsman and fisherman all his long life, Joseph A. Joseph was the last of a great generation of heros.
Tom Thomson was a woman's man, tall and handsome. The local people of a small town like Huntsville would not have the culture of a big city like Thomson had in his artwork; and he was an athlete who could swim and fish. The women loved him.
An Artist meant nothing to them and a Park Ranger was a threat to the poachers who caught animals in the Algonquin Park for the furs. There was also a war going on.
I am sure many of the local men would have been jealous, or would not have appreciated Tom Thomson's talents.
While working in the Thomson Gallery from it's beginning in Sept 1989-1999,I was able to study the paintings and the Artists. The Ken Thomson private collection of Canadian Artists were the best of all their works of art, all the paintings had the sketches as well as the large finished canvases. The sensual colours of Tom Thomson's rare paintings,
made Tom Thomson one of Canada's greatest Artists as well as the Group of 7.
To Lord Thomson collecting great art was a passion; and Tom Thomson was one of his favourite painters. The best paintings of Tom Thomson and the Group of 7, belonged to this collection; and now after Ken Thomson passed away in 2006, the Thomson Collection is now housed in The Art Gallery of Ontario.
One of the last paintings Tom Thomson painted was a piece, Behind Mowat Lodge, and this was given to Daphne Crombie ,whose husband who had TB, stayed at Mowat Lodge with Thomson in the early Spring. She knew Thomson did not drown on that hot day in July in 1917. He set out fishing in his red canoe and never returned.
Several days later his body was found floating, after a tourist's fishing line caught him.
He had been murdered, and fishing wire was wrapped around his foot, a wound found on the left temple. He had been shot by poachers or murdered by a jealous husband.
No water was found in his lungs, so he did not drown. Algonquin Park was a place where a murder could happen, a body buried and nothing more would be noticed.
A Coroner from North Bay came to dig up the body to take it to Owen Sound at the request of Tom Thomson's brother George. His body never left Algonquin Park.
Tom Thomson was an unknown Artist who loved fishing and life. His spirit lives in Algonquin Park on Canoe Lake to this day; and my Father Abe Joseph is fishing with the The Ghost of Tom Thomson as we speak.
This is dedicated to the Father of Canadian Art, Tom Thomson whose passion was to paint and fish, and to my own beloved Father, Joseph Abe Joseph who lived a long life because he was a fisherman and War Hero, my Captain of the Clouds, who will be forever young like Tom Thomson who painted the land, sky and clouds in all their glory. ALL MY LOVE to MY HEROS. The Jive Bunny
My father was a fisherman all his life, and was an avid outdoors man who loved boats and camping, and I will be comparing my father to Tom Thomson. Joseph Abe Joseph grew up in a small town of North Bay, just like Tom Thomson who was from Clairmont, Ontario and later moved to Toronto. My Father who made it to his 100th year, just passed away on the Spring Solstice on March 20th of 2010. Of Scottish descent, as my father was born in Glasgow, Scotland, February 24,1911. His parents and sister were booked on the ill-fated Titanic, taking the Cassandra instead and landing in new Brunswick on April 30th,1912.
Thomson was a graphic Artist that did lay out and paste up advertising at Grip Ltd on Richmond St. in Toronto from 1912-14. He met most of the artists that originated the group of 7 at this Studio. Lawren Harris from Brantford, and Toronto, was the Artist with the Money to start up a Studio building built in 1914 to house these Artists that had a passion to paint. Thomson lived in the Studio Building with Carmichael and AY Jackson. When rent could not be paid, Thomson moved into the shack in the back of the building, so he would have shelter during the winter months in Toronto.
Every Spring, he would head north to Huntsville to work as a Park Ranger and to fish.
The Grand Trunk Railroad was a wonderful way to travel Canada and Tom Thomson would head north to stay at Mowat Lodge in Huntsville, when the weather was too cold to pitch a tent. He started painting around 1912, the boys would go up to Georgian Bay,
to fish, and camp. For the Future Group of Seven, Algonquin Park was a place of beauty. Tom Thomson, Fred Varley, Frank Carmichael, AY Jackson, Jim MacDonald,
Lawren Harris, Franz Johnston , and Arthur Lismer had a desire to paint the outdoors with a passion, to paint the Canadian Landscape that was like no other, in all it's glory..
Thomson was the first of the Artists to have his works of Art noticed with the Northern River, and the large painting was sold to the National Gallery in Ottawa in 1914.
During the beginning of the First World War in 1914-1917, War Artists were employed to record the war; and Fred Varley, AY Jackson,A. Lismer, and F.Carmichael all recorded what they experienced. As Varley's war painting "For What", the experience of the carnage of war would be an influence on these Artists after the WW1.
Tom Thomson had a physical health condition as a young boy and with flat feet, that would prevent him from entering the war effort.
My Father entered the second World War in 1939, and at the age of 28, became a flight instructor to teach the RCAF and RAF in British Columbia until the end of that war in 1945. Awarded with the Flying Cross for saving his crew after a plane crash, my father wrote 3 journals about the war from 2005-2010. A war Hero and great sportsman and fisherman all his long life, Joseph A. Joseph was the last of a great generation of heros.
Tom Thomson was a woman's man, tall and handsome. The local people of a small town like Huntsville would not have the culture of a big city like Thomson had in his artwork; and he was an athlete who could swim and fish. The women loved him.
An Artist meant nothing to them and a Park Ranger was a threat to the poachers who caught animals in the Algonquin Park for the furs. There was also a war going on.
I am sure many of the local men would have been jealous, or would not have appreciated Tom Thomson's talents.
While working in the Thomson Gallery from it's beginning in Sept 1989-1999,I was able to study the paintings and the Artists. The Ken Thomson private collection of Canadian Artists were the best of all their works of art, all the paintings had the sketches as well as the large finished canvases. The sensual colours of Tom Thomson's rare paintings,
made Tom Thomson one of Canada's greatest Artists as well as the Group of 7.
To Lord Thomson collecting great art was a passion; and Tom Thomson was one of his favourite painters. The best paintings of Tom Thomson and the Group of 7, belonged to this collection; and now after Ken Thomson passed away in 2006, the Thomson Collection is now housed in The Art Gallery of Ontario.
One of the last paintings Tom Thomson painted was a piece, Behind Mowat Lodge, and this was given to Daphne Crombie ,whose husband who had TB, stayed at Mowat Lodge with Thomson in the early Spring. She knew Thomson did not drown on that hot day in July in 1917. He set out fishing in his red canoe and never returned.
Several days later his body was found floating, after a tourist's fishing line caught him.
He had been murdered, and fishing wire was wrapped around his foot, a wound found on the left temple. He had been shot by poachers or murdered by a jealous husband.
No water was found in his lungs, so he did not drown. Algonquin Park was a place where a murder could happen, a body buried and nothing more would be noticed.
A Coroner from North Bay came to dig up the body to take it to Owen Sound at the request of Tom Thomson's brother George. His body never left Algonquin Park.
Tom Thomson was an unknown Artist who loved fishing and life. His spirit lives in Algonquin Park on Canoe Lake to this day; and my Father Abe Joseph is fishing with the The Ghost of Tom Thomson as we speak.
This is dedicated to the Father of Canadian Art, Tom Thomson whose passion was to paint and fish, and to my own beloved Father, Joseph Abe Joseph who lived a long life because he was a fisherman and War Hero, my Captain of the Clouds, who will be forever young like Tom Thomson who painted the land, sky and clouds in all their glory. ALL MY LOVE to MY HEROS. The Jive Bunny
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
The Jive Bunny's Father
I was born on April 9th, on a Wednesday, weighed almost 13 pounds and wore a size 2 dress. My Father was so excited that a boy was born after having 4 daughters. But, the nurse was wrong, I was a bouncing baby girl.
My Mother brought me home early as it was Easter, and she had to be with her large family of 5 girls now.
My father, as I remember worked in the fur business, he had taken over his uncle's Nipissing Raw Fur business in North Bay, Ontario, after he and my mother and my two oldest sisters, Judith and Patsy, came back from the second world war in 1945 from British Columbia where he had been a flight instructor teaching the RAF and the RCAF; he was my Captain of the Clouds.. The house on Ferguson Street was our home from 1946 when his Uncle Cohen and Aunt Betsy passed away.
My Father, Joseph Abe Joseph, had been a war Hero in the RCAF awarded with the Flying Cross, and he was offered a position as a flight instructor in Lima Peru after the war. He excelled at everything he did in his long life, and lived long enough to write his memories in 3 journals from 2005-2010, until he passed away in his 100th year, 24 days after his 99th birthday on February 24th, 2010. He died on March 20th, the Spring Solstice, in my opinion he could have lived even longer, as he never did really grow old. The end of a long miraculous life and I will have those journals published someday soon, I hope. My Father was my light and my inspiration in everything I do.
The Jive Bunny would never have been without my Father and Mother.
The best is yet to come.
My Mother brought me home early as it was Easter, and she had to be with her large family of 5 girls now.
My father, as I remember worked in the fur business, he had taken over his uncle's Nipissing Raw Fur business in North Bay, Ontario, after he and my mother and my two oldest sisters, Judith and Patsy, came back from the second world war in 1945 from British Columbia where he had been a flight instructor teaching the RAF and the RCAF; he was my Captain of the Clouds.. The house on Ferguson Street was our home from 1946 when his Uncle Cohen and Aunt Betsy passed away.
My Father, Joseph Abe Joseph, had been a war Hero in the RCAF awarded with the Flying Cross, and he was offered a position as a flight instructor in Lima Peru after the war. He excelled at everything he did in his long life, and lived long enough to write his memories in 3 journals from 2005-2010, until he passed away in his 100th year, 24 days after his 99th birthday on February 24th, 2010. He died on March 20th, the Spring Solstice, in my opinion he could have lived even longer, as he never did really grow old. The end of a long miraculous life and I will have those journals published someday soon, I hope. My Father was my light and my inspiration in everything I do.
The Jive Bunny would never have been without my Father and Mother.
The best is yet to come.
Monday, October 4, 2010
The Jive Bunny Makes a Movie.
Hi, I am The Jive Bunny,
I can't remember not listening to rock and roll music, with 4 older sisters growing up.
I had to dance, even at the young age of 4 or 5; I was invited to dance on Uncle Cuddles, a TV show , like Tee Pee Pow Wow and Bet your Bottom Bottle cap.
I had never taken dancing lessons like my sisters, when I was that young. I remember standing behind the curtain with Uncle Cuddles looking down at me and yelling," You little bugger, you get out there and dance or I won't give you a hot dog. " I didn't want to make a fool of myself even back then... I remember I even had a hard time singing Silent Night, at our school Christmas party when I was in Grade 3. So I did take Ballet and Tap dancing lessons till I was in grade eight, even tap danced on my toes, like River dance. To this day, I love to dance and to watch dance and go to concerts:
The Jive Bunny has been born again after all these years. This is the history of the Jive Bunny, and now the bunny is writing her memoires so she can make a movie.
Stay tuned to the Jive Bunny, for the best is yet to come.
I can't remember not listening to rock and roll music, with 4 older sisters growing up.
I had to dance, even at the young age of 4 or 5; I was invited to dance on Uncle Cuddles, a TV show , like Tee Pee Pow Wow and Bet your Bottom Bottle cap.
I had never taken dancing lessons like my sisters, when I was that young. I remember standing behind the curtain with Uncle Cuddles looking down at me and yelling," You little bugger, you get out there and dance or I won't give you a hot dog. " I didn't want to make a fool of myself even back then... I remember I even had a hard time singing Silent Night, at our school Christmas party when I was in Grade 3. So I did take Ballet and Tap dancing lessons till I was in grade eight, even tap danced on my toes, like River dance. To this day, I love to dance and to watch dance and go to concerts:
The Jive Bunny has been born again after all these years. This is the history of the Jive Bunny, and now the bunny is writing her memoires so she can make a movie.
Stay tuned to the Jive Bunny, for the best is yet to come.
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