Roger Dorey
Blues singer/songwriter, poet.

“COUSIN” Gibbard Suede

PROLOGUE:  Don’t we all want to be something we ain’t. Happy, magnetic, wealthy, content. Life rides us hard, fate offers no escape. Our first act of rebellion to get bent out of shape. Freedom of choice can impair our vision. The thrill of danger, our mantra, our mission. Its always our hearts that suffer the desires and convictions. The good and the bad of love and addiction … C.G.S. (undated).



NOT TO CALL YOU HER NAME: an embarrassingly true story

EMPTY: the saddest song this side or that side of Resurrection, Tennessee

CLEAR BLUE SKIES: an “almost” gospel hymn


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Song writing: Awhile back I had this notion that because i could put some words and chords together I was gonna be a rich n famous Nashville song writer.  I thought Emmylou Harris would cover “Ole Mexico” and the rest would be history, all the way to the bank!  Well them pipe dreams never entered my realities out here in my kingdom of motel room after motel room.  Guess its hard to be contacted at: NO FIXED ADDRESS.  CGS (date unknown)

INTRODUCING Love & Addiction: the songs and stories of “Cousin” Gibbard Suede with special guest Mr. Al Duquette (fiddler extraordinaire).  Recorded by engineers Dwayne C Pollard and Miss Annie at ROSWELL Rehearsal Studios, Kingston on Tuesday, January 24, 2017 and mixed by Bill Cassidy, Tiny Racket Studios, Kingston  All songs written by “Cousin” Gibbard Suede and Roger Dorey


Everything’s telling me, I’m gonna die if I don’t change
Everybody’s telling me, I’m gonna die if I don’t change
But all that new and improved, its the same damn ball n chain

If my baby could forgive me, we’d get along just fine
If she would only forgive me, damn! we’d have a real good time
But she ain’t deaf no siree and my darling sure ain’t blind

… instrumental …

Sex n Drugs and good ole country, here’s to the party life
Sex n Drugs and hard core country, party on the edge of your life
When you got love and addiction, you got it bad coming twice

No I ain’t suicidal, got no gun to play that bluff
No I ain’t suicidal, man, I just love my stuff
Lord gonna come n take me, when I’ve had too much

… instrumental …

If the train comes early, not sure how I’m gonna feel
If its going to the “Pearly” not sure how I’m gonna feel
Can’t deny I’ve had a good time and you know a deal is a deal

Modernality’s telling me, I’m a deadman just the same
Life’s gonna pass me by, if I don’t get me a plan
But all that hype don’t sit right, its the same-damn-ball n chain

(C) CGS (May 19, 2016)

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“Cousin” Gibbard Suede 

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Al Duquette Fiddler Extraordinaire 


Ms. Maejorie DuPont (photo unavailable due to “technical” difficulties


THE (unconfirmed) History of “Cousin” Gibbard Suede

My name is Gibbard Suede II, no blood relation to “Cousin” Gibbard Suede. Kind of like Sonny Boy Williamson I and II but different and more complicated. Yet for reasons even I cannot understand, I have been “chosen” to be his spiritual voice.

THE MYTH: May 13, 2011. So the story begins (as the first part’s been told to me) that awhile back The Friendship Church of Universal Worship, Battersea Chapter was having a bazaar to raise money for another worthy cause. Donations came from far and wide and once again it was experiencing a huge success.  All in attendance were thrilled with their new acquisitions and went home happy customers.

There were only a few organizers left and they were cleaning up when one of them, the local pastor, noticed a shoe box on one of the far tables.  He drew this to all their attention and they were somewhat surprised because they were sure it was not there earlier. They discovered inside the shoe box an unopened bottle of WILD OAK WHISKEY, three cassette tapes in bad shape and “5 by 7” postcards that said “Love & Addiction” by “Cousin” Gibbard Suede.

This was not a name that was familiar to them or any one in the area.  They said they brought the shoe box “complete” to me as I most resembled a musical type (thanks for the compliment) and $100.00 later (including charitable receipt) it was left on my kitchen table.  Not being much of a drinker anymore I didn’t feel any urgency to open the bottle or play the tapes. It must have been 3:30am when I thought I heard music (country music) coming from the kitchen but when I went to investigate, there was just silence and the shoebox.  Something was different, things were moved and I saw papers within the shoe box. I pulled them out and they were lyric sheets signed by “Cousin” Gibbard Suede.  The first one I read was called “Broke & Buzzed.”  I read them all, again and again and I played each tape again and again and I didn’t sleep for the next 36 hours.

Little did I know this night, how the name “Cousin” Gibbard Suede and his music would become the focus of my life in the days, months and years to follow.


For the life of me, I had not been able to find any evidence or hint of evidence that an actual “Cousin” Gibbard Suede has ever existed so most likely this is a fictional account of a young man’s tragic life, the names having been changed to protect the truth but if you’ve lived as long as I have you know someone who has gone through this or maybe its been you.

First Show: June 16, 2013.  This had been bothering me for a long time, having the tapes of “Cousin” Gibbard Suede all to myself. I felt strongly that the world (or at least a small part of it) should know both him and his music.  As a birthday favour to me, my sister and her husband allowed me to perform to a few family members and friends at their homestead in Tipping Creek, Ontario.  To fit it to a theme I called the event The Spirit of “Cousin” Gibbard Suede:  Love & Addiction – his songs and stories as performed by Gibbard Suede II.  This is not my real name but for some reason I could not explain, I felt it was symbolic and right.  I didn’t realize until I was done performing that the lenghth of time was two hours. Nobody complained, in fact they said they were drawn into his songs and his character and wanted more!

Second Show: June 16, 2014.  I thought the first show was very special and felt that’s where it should have ended but I do love my birthday.  I was given the opportunity to do a house party near Massena, New York.  I knew the hosts from my university days.  Once again nobody complained and those in attendance said they were drawn into his songs and his character.  They started asking questions about his background that I could not answer.

Third Show: June 16, 2015.  A lady I met in Tipping Creek named Faith Wilder finally hoodwinked me into agreeing to go to New Orleans.  She had been asking for several months and I do love being adventurous on my birthday so I agreed to go down in mid-June.  A friend of hers, Mrs Celestine and her grandson did an incredible job of setting up the venue.  To my pleasant surprise there had to be more than 300 people there.  They were very festive and very complimentary.

After the show, during the congratulations (which I was soaking up along with some white wine) an older man with his hat down low slipped through the bustle, shook my hand and said “that was a very close rendition” then faded into the crowd not to be seen again.  “That was a very close rendition.” What an unsettling compliment.  This man and what he said haunted me all the way back home to Canada.

Fourth Show: June 16, 2016.  The show was getting a bit of a reputation and so was the fact I would only do it on my birthday.  The Friendship Church of Universal Worship, Battersea Chapter (where this all started) asked me if I would do a special benefit concert to help raise money for an unexpected roof repair.  And yes, because it was on my birthday, I do love feeling like a “rock god.”

Battersea was not the party place like New Orleans (no bar on premise didn’t help either.)  Maybe only fifty people were in attendance but their response was enthusiastic.  Towards the end of the show, at the back of the room by the large arching wood doors was standing a man, no! that man, the man from New Orleans.  I knew I should have stopped right there to greet him but I had just started the song Ole Mexico. It was a long song and when I was done he was gone.  Strangely, no one else remembered seeing him.

As much as everyone enjoyed the performance and the large amount of money that was raised, for the first time, doing the show just didn’t sit right with me.

I thought maybe it had ran its course.

HOME INVASION: September 29, 2016. I just pulled into the laneway from one of my “discovery drives” and noticed all the lights were on in my home; when I went to the door it was closed but not locked.  (These were not habits of mine) With much courage and trepidation I went room by room to discover nothing was missing, nothing was broken.  It was the home invasion that was not.  A week later I had realized that my set list for the show had been slightly rearranged.  For the life of me, I could not remember when I had done this.

TELEPHONE MESSAGE: October 14, 2016.  I came home from another wasted “discovery drive” to discover someone had left me a telephone message. “I didn’t steal nothing! I just fixed some things.”  It took me five replays before I was convinced that the voice belonged to the man from New Orleans.  As puzzling as his message was, I never considered it threatening. And instead of being anxious, I was excited for the next possible contact.

THE ENCOUNTER: November 30, 2016. Who hasn’t gotten in their car to escape the city and taken a back road just to find something nostalgic from a past that you and I would only know from television. The other side of the comforts of modern life, things dirt poor and rustic before the antique dealers moved in. Well I have. More than once.

On one occasion. I was returning from another unsuccessful adventure into the deep dark woods and stopped at a rural gas station/general store to put $20.00 in the tank, (you never fill it up because their prices are highway robbery) When I came out of the store with a brown paper bag filled with junk food, this guy sitting in an old straight-back chair on the front porch stumbles out “you owe me $15.00!

I didn’t realize he was talking to me until he came up to my car and again he said “you owe me 15 bucks.” I asked him in a polite way why that would be.  He says “for the three tapes, the post cards were free.  The church was to get what ever they could over my price for each tape and I was to get $15.00.”

As soon as he said that, I knew exactly what he meant and who he was. Five years after the tapes were brought to my house, the original owner was standing right in front of me looking for payment. That’s how I met the real “Cousin” Gibbard Suede. That’s when he authenticated my name Gibbard Suede II (no blood relation). And that’s when the REAL show began. By the way, I paid him the $15.00 right there on the spot, cash but I never bothered to tell him about the bottle of whiskey.  I figured he was carrying enough baggage as it was.

THE ANNOUNCEMENT: December 18, 2016. Ladies and gentlemen, any more explanations from me would only be a distraction to you. On this day, I am honoured and privileged to announce that the original, one and only “Cousin” Gibbard Suede will be making his World Premiere on Friday, February 10, 2017 at the Side Door Coffee House, St. David’s Parish Hall, 12450 Gascon, Pierfonds, Quebec. He will perform for the very first time, five original songs from his pending CD: Love & Addiction.

I must forewarn you, love was not kind to Mr. Suede or should I say Mr. Suede was not the kind to best represent the ecstasy of love.  Alt-country, old country, folk country, the only real label of any significance to this singer/songwriter may have been the one he peeled off a liquor bottle.  You might not agree with his life style but you will be moved by the passion that escapes from each song.  You may even confess privately to having first-hand knowledge of his troubled and tortured subject matter.

“Cousin” Gibbard Suede is not a name you will readily find on any old juke box … yet!


Country Music 101: Kitchen University.  You learn a lot about country music cleaning dishes in the kitchen at the Jiffy Grill (Saturday afternoons) and strumming guitar at Ralph & Eileen’s kitchen parties (Saturday nights). This show is dedicated to the late Abe Dundon, king of the kitchen and the best undiscovered country singer I have ever known.

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