As you read this I’m either on or about to go on stage for what is most certainly my 1,000th live musical appearance as the final act on the final night of David Bash’s long-running Toronto International Pop Overthrow Festival (this is year #10). I’ve been humiliating myself and faking musical talent in public since September 1980. Thirty-six years of looking for affirmation in all the wrong places.
In the early morning aftermath of two tragic military assassinations in Quebec and Ottawa, Ontario this week America tuned in and saw a different kind of Canada.
THE PUCK STOPS HERE
The archetypal pop culture perception of America follows that they have an unwavering love of Mom, apple pie and baseball; the perception of Canada is beer, beaver and hockey. If God had wanted man to skate, He/She would have made our ankles pre-sharpened. It cannot be overstated just how bad a skater I was – after eight years, I still couldn’t keep the blades pointed down on the ice. They were usually facing skyward, or at best, sideways…rocketing toward the boards along with the rest of me.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 