Tuesdays are “writing day”…..supposedly. Then all hell breaks loose. Why can’t it be on Monday, or even Wednesday AFTER I’ve filed my column? Deep breath…..inhale. It’s the exhale I sometimes forget. Okay, crank up the music. Ah, there’s nothing a little two-step around the kitchen floor that won’t cure whatever ails ya. ….and breathe….. Way behind on photo reviews and albums, so much to do, so little time. …and now for the column, something a little different.
I have lived in the same neighbourhood for my entire life, The Beach. You can always tell a newcomer (aka a “blow in”) when they refer to it as The Beaches. Yes, there is more than one named beach but it is one long Beach. There are more than one Bill or Bob as well but we don’t call them Bills or Bobs. ‘Nuff said. My parents grew up in The Beach and both of my children were born and raised here. At times I feel like Al Waxman when I walk along Queen Street East as I know a good percentage of the locals.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 