Frank Gutch Jr: John Stewart— More Than Just “Gold”; Wayne Berry— Welcome Home

I picked up a turntable for my sister a couple of months ago.  She had found what she said was about twenty of her old albums (it was more like a hundred and fifty) and had the urge to once again hear them.  Mostly they were albums I remember her liking— Percy Faith, Rod McKuen, Enoch Light and the like.  She drove me nuts with those albums when we were kids but I secretly liked a lot of them.  (I did truly hate the Sound of Music, Colleen, but the others were okay).

Roxanne Tellier: Oh What a Feeling!

I don’t get out much. Living in suburbia is bad enough; being unable to drive only compounds the isolation.  Still, there are times when I brave Toronto’s transit and hit the big city. This is about one such time, just this week.