Archive for Gem

Pat Blythe – Openings, Bands and Music…Playing Catch-Up….

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2017 by segarini

Openers…….

Today is a bright but chilly October day. (great opening line huh?) Then there’s Snoopy’s book opening….“It was a dark and stormy night.” Okay, how about “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” (Tales of Two Cities – Charles Dickens) Or, “It’s a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.” (Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen) THAT was a different time….most definitely. Then there’s, “It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me.” (Earthly Powers – Anthony Burgess). I can’t even begin to imagine explaining that one. How about, “I write this sitting at the kitchen sink”. (Capture the Castle – Dodie Smith). That’s sure to grab attention…..and apparently it did. “It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs and I don’t know what I was doing in New York.” (The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath). Confused, frustrated, a chronic depressive, Plath committed suicide by sticking her head in a gas oven at the very young age of 30, leaving behind two young children. “You’ve no choice, look back.” (The Story of Hansel and Gretel – Louise Murphy) We must learn from the past. “It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen.” (1984 – George Orwell) Canada’s pants would do well to pay attention. Apparently they’re not paying attention to Hansel or Gretel.

Continue reading

JAIMIE VERNON – SUMMERTIME SONG PARADE

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , on June 4, 2016 by segarini

Jaimie Vernon_Viletones Here in Hogtown it’s getting sticky, stinky hot. We still have a phalanx of greenery surrounding our concrete and glass urban centre and with it brings humidity. We burp out carbon monoxide and the trees spit back molten oxygen. The grass grows and the temperature of impatient motorists grows with it. You can mow the grass but you can rarely stop the hot heads that don’t know how to cool off. We hope, we pray, that they head north to cottage country and dissipate that anger amongst the glory of Great Lakes, fir trees and a kegger of Molsons. It prevents murders back here in the city.
Continue reading