September 14th marks Reg the Cat’s birthday. He turned 14 this year, but sad events overshadowed everything else this year, and the celebration was muted. However, here is my tribute to my little buddy for this year.
September 14th marks Reg the Cat’s birthday. He turned 14 this year, but sad events overshadowed everything else this year, and the celebration was muted. However, here is my tribute to my little buddy for this year.
Democracy is in peril, threatened by apathy. We have elected unqualified fools, both in America and here in Ontario, much to my chagrin. How could these accepting and accommodating nations welcome these wolves into their doors?
Ever since I was a young boy, I have had no trouble making friends. There are advantages to being easy going, nonjudgmental and able to compose a coherent (albeit brief) sentence without the need to use a script, (or at least, there should be advantages). For instance, I have around 5000 Facebook friends ™. These folks range from musicians through relatives, (crazy and otherwise), through plastic modelers all the way to former coworkers.
I “discovered” these guys buried in one of the DBAWIS columns a few months ago. I have since hunted down as many videos as I can find to listen to them. Their performance on The Letterman show is still one of my favourites.
It’s easily the real first sign of Spring.
For 30 years it took place during the snow and ice encrusted March Winds, a situation many of us whined about for…well…30 years.
Last year our dreams came true and our hopes and prayers were answered.
Canadian Music Week moved from the Icy Clutch of March, to the more civilized and warmer Embrace of May.
Not exactly Pina Colada weather, but light years better than huddling together around a make-shift fire in an oil drum to stay warm while trying to smoke a cigarette before it froze to your fingers and went out.
…now if we can just keep them lit before the rains put them out….
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It’s been a lazy Monday for me today as I recover from yet another multi-day music festival in Toronto. This Sunday night (or Monday morning if you want to get technical) marked the end of Indie Week 2012. It’s only the second Indie Week that I’ve attended and taken part in, but it’s rapidly becoming my favourite music festival in our fair city.
If you haven’t heard of Indie Week, you probably haven’t been walking around downtown Toronto with your eyes open; the intrepid indie week volunteer team has been diligently postering the city for weeks leading up to the launch party.