May 24, 2016

Congratulations to Vancouver's Desirée Dawson for winning the 2016 CBC Searchlight Competition!



Let your head hang low
Let your eyes fall heavy
you can jump, you wont fall
arms wide open, i'll be ready

Let your ego melt fast
Let your smile stay bright
You can hold my hand a tight knit grip throughout this night 

So let me be the roots, you need
Let me help you grow 
let me help you succeed
know that you are loved
not just by me 
see my heart open wide 
so why do you get scared 
and why do you hide

Let your doubts crash to pieces 
negativity needs releases 
but i know, i know, deep in you
you just wanna love, love what you do
but pressure hits you like a plank 
and ego wants to fill the bank 
but the bank in your heart will always be barren 
if you don't start the love
please start the caring 

So let me be the roots, you need
Let me help you grow 
let me help you succeed
know that you are loved
not just by me 
see my heart open wide 
so why do you get scared 
and why do you hide

why do you hide from love
oh why do you you hide 
oh why do you hide 
from love
why do you hide

April 25, 2016





About the name Eh440
When something vibrates 440 times per second it gives us the note "A". And because we're Canadian and Canadians say "eh?" a lot, we Canadianized it!

February 08, 2016

Basia Bulat's new album "Good Advice" is going on sale soon.  If the single is any indication we have some great listening ahead of us.  Bulat grew up in Etobicoke, Ontario where her mother was a music teacher who taught piano and guitar. 


January 08, 2016

Mummers dance

"Mummering" is a Newfoundland custom that dates back to the time of the earliest settlers who came from England and Ireland.   You dress up and go to someones house and see if they know who you are.



Loreena McKennitt came up with the Mummers dance in the 1990's and it has woven its way through Canada.

When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone

"A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of Our Lord's hand"

December 26, 2015