I’ve written before about the dangers of elected officials lying to the public. Twice, in fact. In modern politics, it seems that lying in public has replaced any pretence of integrity or any desire to have one’s tenure be remembered with respect.
Lying breaks our faith in others – once we know that someone will lie to us, we can never again truly trust that person. And it doesn’t matter why the lie was told, because the lie reveals something very important about the liar; the liar is a coward.
Cam is still swamped with his work (and passion) for this year’s Indie Week, so I thought I would search the DBAWIS Archives to see what we were doing during this week in past years.
This column originally appeared on October 12th, 2013. Like 2016, a lot of great musicians and friends alike took their leave of this life, unexpectedly and far too soon, and left many of us to remember them with fondness and see to it that they are not forgotten. This article is reprinted here as a reminder to do everything you can to remember those who go forth before us, and to value the friendships you are currently blessed with….
For anything good to happen in your life, or indeed, in the world around you, you have to be open and willing to learn. You need to have hope, and the ability to trust. The greatest triumph of last week’s election is how Canadians came together to change what they could no longer tolerate. Our cynical apathy had to end, or the Canada we loved would be irreparably damaged.
I’m like the A-Team’s Hannibal Smith in that I too love it when a plan comes together and love it even more when it balloons into an epic tale of adventure, lust and romance. The romance part, of course, would be my endless fascination for the music of the bands (past, present and future) which came out of the musicians who comprised Notary Sojac, the band few knew and even fewer knew about.
I am one of those people who tends to think we are here for a reason. I do not know why I believe that, but believe it, I do.
When I was a kid, (and being raised Roman Catholic) everything used to make a lot more sense than it does today. Now, very little makes sense to me. I find more and more people have turned to atheism, whose practitioners , (like those of the Jewish faith), believe that when we venture forth to the wrong side of the lawn, that is the end of the “Long, Strange, Trip.” The only difference is that the Jewish faith includes God, while the Atheists just hold to the belief that life is a fluke of chemistry and random happenstance, and that when your ticket gets punched you are shuttled off this Mortal Coil and dumped on the side of the road and taken off the ‘Active’ list without so much as a handshake and a gold watch.
Really?
Poop…
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PHASE II, MACH III – PHOENIX RISING
Having spent the better part of 5 years taking my band Moving Targetz from a suburban Scarborough, Ontario basement (a trend later to be repeated by the Barenaked Ladies), burning up the Queen Street circuit, forming a record label and releasing not one, but two, 12” slabs of polyvinyl chloride only to have the band self-destruct on the eve of global domination, I did some soul searching and decided that I really didn’t want the musical ideology of Targetz to die.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 