No Remedy for Love by Liona BoydNo Remedy for Love by Liona Boyd

No Remedy for Love

byLiona Boyd

Hardcover | August 19, 2017

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A new memoir from internationally renowned musician Liona Boyd.

Few people's lives are as romantic and adventurous as Liona Boyd's has been. She has performed around the world, sold millions of albums, won five Juno awards, serenaded numerous heads of state, and, for eight years, dated Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau.

Continuing her story in a new memoir, Liona recounts how she lost her ability to perform, details her divorce, and chronicles the emotional roller-coaster ride that followed. After six years of searching for answers, reinventing her technique, and learning to sing, she returned to Canada and a new career, creating five new albums as a singer, songwriter, and guitarist.

Liona shares the joys of composing and recording her own music and her cast of international friends, who include singer and actress Olivia Newton-John and her friend and pen pal of over thirty years, HRH Prince Philip.

Liona reveals her love affairs, spiritual journeys, personal and musical struggles, and greatest triumphs. Writing with candour and passion, she gives a behind-the-scenes tour of her fascinating world.
Liona Boyd, known around the world as "The First Lady of the Guitar," has released twenty-eight albums, spanning a wide range of styles, many of which have gone gold and platinum. She has been awarded the Order of Canada, has been inducted into the Guitar Gallery of Greats, and won five Juno awards. She divides her time between Toronto...
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Title:No Remedy for LoveFormat:HardcoverDimensions:248 pages, 9 × 6 × 1 inPublished:August 19, 2017Publisher:DundurnLanguage:English

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I am seated at one of the outdoor tables in the Caffè Florianat dusk in Venice's famed San Marco Square. The pigeons are still on theirmission to search for fallen breadcrumbs, and a small orchestra, with itsaccordion, violin, bass, and clarinet soloists, has been serenading Florian'scustomers with soulful renditions of the theme from Cinema Paradiso and alively "Allegro" by Antonio Vivaldi. It seems as though every piece is taking me back in time to a still-freshmemory from my life of travel and music. The musicians start to playMarcello's "Adagio," the same beautiful melody I had recorded in 1979 inLondon with the English Chamber Orchestra conducted by Sir AndrewDavis, years before he had been knighted. I remember carefully writing outthe score and making sure I had wound some well-worn bass strings ontomy Ramírez guitar so that my fingers would not make too many squeakswhile changing fretboard positions. It seems a lifetime ago. Now the orchestra breaks into Armando Manzanero's "Ésta Tarde VíLlover," and I am back in my beloved San Miguel de Allende, slow dancingwith my Mexican teenage boyfriends, in the late sixties. Édith Piaf 's"La Vie en Rose" instantly evokes my penniless student years in Paris; then"Someday My Prince Will Come" leads my mind to wander to the studiosessions in Nashville when I recorded an instrumental version of that songwith the legendary country guitarist Chet Atkins. Would my own prince evercome, I wondered, or am I now destined to navigate life's journey on my own? It is July, and I have chosen to come to the most romantic of all citiesas a birthday treat to myself. Strangely, I do not miss having a companion this particular week and am happy simply living out of one small carry-ontote in my little hotel on a narrow street called Calle degli Specchieri. Ihave a ticket tomorrow to the famed opera house La Fenice, where I amgoing to hear a Beethoven symphony, and this morning, after the clangingseven a.m. bells from San Marco's cathedral awakened me, I called in atthe famous open-air market where I touched a velvety octopus and boughta kilo of wild strawberries. I spent yesterday exploring the Giudecca, having been transported over theblue waters to the island by the Cipriani Hotel's private launch that I breezedonto as though I were one of their guests. Once moored at the dock, I acceptedthe outstretched hand offered by a handsome Italian attendant, made my wayalong the pathway, and settled into the cushiony softness of a couch overlookingthe bay, where I was soon sipping a delectable fresh peach cocktail. Later I madesure that one of the ripe peaches, growing in their private orchard, somehowfound its way into my handbag. Ah, I had not really changed since 1972 when,along with a fellow student of Maestro Alexandre Lagoya, I had taken the overnighttrain to this magical city and mischievously swept into our knapsack anorange from a distracted merchant. Was I still that same girl, bubbling withwanderlust and ambition that had taken me around the world? How had Isurvived all my international adventures, my gypsy lifestyle, my trail of brokenhearts, and my recent roller coaster years struggling to reinvent my career? Today I had lunch in the Hotel Rialto, where thirty years ago mymother and I had stayed after a Mediterranean cruise aboard the RoyalViking Sky, on which I had given a concert. Even though we had no hotelreservations anywhere, I had promised her a couple of nights in Venice anda gondola ride. Luckily, Fortune smiled upon us that evening. Today thehotel café was jammed with tourists, but a young family from Pamplonaoffered me a seat at their table and, after we started chatting in Spanish,brought me over a caffè macchiato for which they refused to let me pay -ah, Europe, and the spontaneous generosity of random strangers that Iwell remembered from my youth. After lunch, I strolled by the Hotel Danieli, where in the nineties I hadstayed with my parents before we boarded the Seabourn Pride cruise shipthat took us to Istanbul and the Black Sea. At dusk I called in for a drinkin Harry's Bar, that renowned watering hole of the international set whereI had once chatted with the famous Colombian artist, Fernando Botero. As evening cast its long shadows along the canals, I passed the bobbing woodengondolas and took a leisurely stroll along the seafront. What had lured me back to Venice? Why did I keep returning to thisspecial city? "Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in onego," Truman Capote once wrote. Yes, for me Venice had always been a visualand sensual feast, but much like my beloved San Miguel de Allende it wasalso a familiar place where I felt safe wandering around on my own. I thought back to the three crazy days in 1998 when I had flown here withmy Hungarian videographer, Adam Soch, so he could film me playing Vivaldi's"Allegro" and Albinoni's haunting "Adagio." We were seeking an unusual imagefor a scene, and in a moment of artistic inspiration I had purchased an inexpensiveguitar to float in the Grand Canal. This we did, to the consternation of myfans, who had been horrified to see a fragile classical guitar drifting out to sea.They believed I had tossed one of my instruments along with my music scoresinto the waves! After fishing it out of the water and drying it off, Adam and I haddonated the guitar to a local music school, which had gratefully accepted our gift. Yesterday Ludovico de Luigi, one of Italy's most renowned painters andbronze sculptors, someone I had met years ago with my former husband,had invited me into his chaotic, dusty art studio, a place where TomasoAlbinoni had once lived. He later walked with me over the bridge to CampoSan Barnaba and the candle-scented church in which the composer of oneof my favourite pieces of music was buried. Venice had been home to so many timeless composers, from Albinoni toMarcello, from Cimarosa to Rossini, and of course to Antonio Vivaldi, whohad founded a music school for orphaned girls. How connected I had alwaysfelt to this city's rich musical past. The Caffè Florian orchestra was now paying homage to EnnioMorricone, one of Italy's greatest film composers, whose score to The Missionhad inspired "Concerto of the Andes," which I had commissioned from thetalented Québécois composer Richard Fortin, who for a decade had been mymusical assistant. After that came Bacalov's magical theme to Il Postino, a filmabout the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda, who in 1973 had drawn a little flowerin my poetry book and whose cliffside house in Isla Negra I had later visited. This was followed by Carlos Gardel's "El Dia que me Quieras," anArgentinian classic to which I had often danced tango in Miami and oncein Buenos Aires. "The Girl from Ipanema" could not help but remind me of my steamy afternoon spent on Ipanema Beach in Rio de Janeiro and theprevious unforgettable day when my concert hall had caught on fire! My Rio memories fade as the orchestra begins to play "La Paloma." Themelodic strains take me back to my rendering of that beautiful song, whichI played in Ottawa for the President of Mexico, José López Portillo, whowaxed poetic that he had "not been listening to the hands of a guitarist, butthe wings of an angel." Today a mish-mash of tourists sit drinking aperitifs or having dinner.Visitors have been coming here since 1720, when Caffè Florian first opened.Over the centuries the world's literati, painters, sculptors, and sightseers haveflocked to this particular café in the huge square that Napoleon had called"the world's greatest living room." Nijinsky and Diaghilev had lingered here,savouring pastries while observing the Italian officers who paraded past,their black capes catching the breeze. Casanova used to frequent the café insearch of beautiful women while Goethe, Marcel Proust, Lord Byron, andCharles Dickens had come to the café to sip coffee, exchange gossip, read themorning papers, and admire the Venetian signorinas.

Table of Contents

Foreword by HP Newquist
Introduction
1. Memories in San Marco
2. Guitar Woes
3. Divorce
4. My Beautiful Miami
5. Srdjan
6. Con Ar tists, Miami Style
7. Love Songs in New Canaan
8. Seven Journeys
9. Spiritual Searchings
10. My Father's Passing
11. The Return . To Canada with Love
12. Canada, My Canada
13. Tea with a Prince
14. On the Road Again
15. Christmas Carols in Palm Beach
16. A Winter Fantasy
17. A Canadian Romance
18. California Revisited
19. No Remedy for Love
20. Accidental Dramas
21. From Royalty to Rockabilly
22. On Tour with Andrew
23. Worlds in Flux
24. Return to England
25. Coda
Acknowledgements
Selected Lyrics
Album Titles and Song Listings: A Selection of the Latest Releases
Index

Editorial Reviews

While her famous friendships (Prince Philip, Pierre Elliott Trudeau, Olivia Newton-John) do fill the room, there are also moments of quiet reflection and longing, as well as the overall feeling of a woman determined to live her best life, wherever that may be. - Beach Metro Community News