Neighborhood Up The Road …

Almost everyday I drive by this neighborhood up the road, and it gives me a strange feeling. All the houses look like they’re coffee stained and when you’re driving through, the air that comes through your car smells like toast. And when you picture the inside of the buildings you picture old carpets and fake wood. The people walking around are all wearing multi-colored splash suits that are turquoise and bright pink, and they all look like they don’t know where they’re going. There are a lot of places like this, you know what I mean?

– Here’s a blog because I haven’t done one in a while!
Love Mo

Strange Times

These are strange times. The weather is such a pain in the ass. Today I finally got more windshield washer fluid put into my car. I felt it necessary to ask the lady who worked at the GAS STATION if she knew how to fill it. My logic was, ” Well if I don’t know how to do it, maybe she doesn’t either.” I think she may have been mildly offended. Anyway, it’s nice to have a clean windshield once again. It’s a must these days because mud is always appearing on it. Where this mud comes from is just as much of a mystery as where the damn washer fluid goes.

I am excited to start recording. It’s really nice to listen to something you’ve created for the first time all put together.

If I slip and fall on my driveway again tomorrow there will be outrage!!


Sad Clown

I can’t stop thinking about sad clown. I want to know when he was put there! He boggles my mind. His eyes are all rusty and I feel kind of bad, but I know he can’t feel it.

Today felt like summer and I don’t know why because it was the coldest day of the year. Must have been the sun, it’s such a tease you know. On my way home I listened to songs that I would listen to if it were summer and pretended it was, kind of. Just kind of because it was hard to do with all the snow still on the ground, AND my face was really dry – my face is never dry in the summer I have ra ra Rasputin stuck in my head, this is the third day. I want to say it out loud but if anyone heard me, my face would turn red and there’s nothing worse than that!.

Hello my name is Mo.

At 23 years of age, Nova Scotian Mo Kenney has made quite the splash on the East Coast music scene and hopes to do the same out West.

Having released her selftitled debut record last year at this time, the demure singer/songwriter has toured with luminaries Joel Plaskett and Ron Sexsmith as well as winning the 2013 SOCAN Songwriting Prize for her single Sucker. Considering previous winners include The Weakerthans and Kathleen Edwards, Kenney is in rare air. “It was awesome,” she recalls. “I didn’t know I was even going to be up for it, let alone win it. To win it was crazy because I was in really good company with the other artists up for the award.

“Songwriting is something that I’d still be doing even if I weren’t doing music as a job. I would be writing songs anyways – writing is something I’ve always done to work through things and to put what’s inside my head down on paper and make sense of it. I’ve always been compelled to write whatever comes into my head. I love to write and how exciting it is to create something that you’re proud of. It’s a really magical thing to be able to do.”