October.
Fall has fell, election fever has gripped Canada, the US of A is keeping warm in their tin-foil hats and bunkered down under their beds, and Toronto the Groovy is in the throes of the locally produced and fantastic Indie Week, a celebration of Indie Artists and Music, the city’s wondrous venues, and complete with a Film Fest featuring music related documentaries and Q&A’s with the people responsible for them.
One of the greatest pieces of advice I ever got was from a nefarious character I used to buy drugs from. You would never guess that was what he did for a living. He was always impeccably dressed and well turned out, drove a beautifully kept, unpretentious Cadillac sedan, and, though he sold a great deal of product to a wide variety of people, did not partake in said product at all.
As I got to know him over the years, I was surprised to find out that he did not have to sell drugs to make a living…in fact, he didn’t have to earn a living at all. He was wealthy. I never pried, and did not know exactly how he had become so well off, but I believe, due mostly to his demeanor, overall brightness, and well-informed outlook on life, that his financial situation was either inherited or earned through shrewd investments. It was old money.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 