Brookfield North

This week's entry is Song for Fred written by Caroline Marie Brooks for her first solo album, Everything at the Same Time.
Caroline brought her guitar part over and we sat in my living room and wrote what ended up…

No Townie Girl Was I came to life after a trip to Newfoundland. There is nothing better for a writer than to hear the tales of the land and the people. This song is Kay's story who left her small…

I started writing this song in New Orleans. Our band was attending a music conference and we also got a club date, which was very cool. I wrote about two dozen verses, some on the airplane home and these are…

Relationships in fiction can be as powerful and tragic as those in real life — take Tolstoy's Anna Karenina and Count Vronsky, whose sad tale of mistrust and rejection still resonates with readers today. The pair are the inspiration for…

It’s hard to believe this atrocity continues. We released In The Silence just after the beginning of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine - hopefully there’s a chance this unlawful conflict will end soon.
Like so many of us who’ve been watching…

Ordinary Day is about finding your way back from heartache to true love. It celebrates the distance between a couple, where love survives without binding. It defines commitment, attraction and love without failure. 

This week's poem is from my collection…

One July a number of summers ago, our little town was in the midst of a heat wave. You could see the heat haze on the streets, people became short tempered, there was violence in my neighbourhood. One afternoon I…

Each and Everyday is track three from our Medicine Lands album. It was one of my first open tuning songs, giving the piece a wider stereo pallet if you listen carefully. It’s all about the mystery of love - it…

My Little Boat is a true story of how a refugee named Assef left his home due to war and prejudice. Assef’s story traces a journey over land and sea, his rejection of citizenship everywhere he turned, and finally, his…

I Must Go was a standard in the early days of Brookfield (North). It was a fun song about moving from traditional folk and exploring other styes. This recording is from the The Brook’s Sister’s album, The Carport Sessions, I…

Immigrant’s Son is the last cut from our first album Medicine Lands. It deals directly with loss of my dear friend Enzo. I reminisce throughout the song; the here and now, the memories, the power of  his faith, the sparkle…

This song is track seven from our Leave This Blue album, 2025.

My Heart Belongs To You was written for Joy. The verses trace where we are now, our history in the early years, and what lies before us. The…

Bye Bye Blue is track eleven from our Medicine Lands album, it started as a jam then morphed into a completed song. The lyrics are simple, just a blue’s expression that we gave a live smokey bar feeling.

This week’s…

Last Time I Saw Anna was written after the passing of my life long friend Enzo. It was sudden, on a Christmas Day a week after his marriage. It was gut punch for everyone, impossible to understand, he seemed so…

After watching interviews with spouses of career military members, one interview inspired me to write the song Elijah, about the partner of a soldier. Each night after the children went to bed she left a light on above their back…

Oh Marie dates back to a bygone era that portrays a colourful view of the union dance. All the characters mentioned here are real life personalities, and my father and mother are the main protagonists . My father was an…

Billie was written as a homage to one of the greatest jazz vocalists of all time. The first time I heard “what a little moonlight can do,” I was hooked. The way she manipulated the phrasing and groove of the…

Version 1 - Brookfield North
Version 2 - Sid Torrant (aka John Cini) covered on his new album Plain Folk

One More Time is an observational piece I wrote about two star crossed lovers whose relationship was flawed and doomed…

The title and text for Blue Haven came from a eulogy I wrote for my Uncle Walter. I loved him. To this day I think of him often, his quiet reserve and how he passed on so many life skills…

Traitor’s Moon came from the depth of night, when I laid in bed listening to the shunting of box cars and trains passing through my home town from far off places. The punctuation of their whistle, long and short filled…