Once upon a time, I was a music journalist

At the beginning of my second year of university, I walked into the campus newspaper office, walked right over to the entertainment section and walked out with my first writing assignment. The rest, as they say, is history, I wrote nonstop for the campus paper until I graduated, and was also managing editor of the … Continue reading Once upon a time, I was a music journalist

When you look into Infinity Mirrors, does Infinity look back?

A couple of years ago, Yayoi Kusama's Infinity Mirrors took Toronto by storm. To say that tix to this show were hard to come by is an understatement. I had access to an AGO Members pre-sale and I still had to sit online from 10 AM - 3 PM before I was able to get … Continue reading When you look into Infinity Mirrors, does Infinity look back?

The Mozzer question

This particular blog post has been brewing in my mind for a while. Since midway through last year in fact, when Morrissey's blatant racism became inescapably clear. A lot of the online discourse was directing anger not just at Morrissey, but at his fans as well. Admitting to any sort of ambivalence, shock, disbelief or … Continue reading The Mozzer question

Communion with the crowd – my top live shows of 2018

2018 was another tumultuous year. I feel like I've been writing that for several years in a row. World events continued to be a non-stop dumpster fire, and there were some definite ups and downs in my personal life. Through it all, whether I was mourning, celebrating or just enduring, there was live music. I … Continue reading Communion with the crowd – my top live shows of 2018

Teenage kicks all through the night

A few months ago, there was a meme going around Facebook where people posted the albums that influenced them the most during their teenage years. I had an interesting discussion with my friend Rik about it over drinks one night. Rik is a fellow music aficionado and writes his own excellent blog called A Pile … Continue reading Teenage kicks all through the night

RIP John Lever, The Chameleons: We’re all souls in isolation

It was just a few weeks ago, wasn't it, that I said I was sick of writing RIP posts. I actually had a different post planned for today, and I still plan to write it. But this one needs to be written first. Because this time, it's personal. This is a post mourning someone I … Continue reading RIP John Lever, The Chameleons: We’re all souls in isolation

Book Review: Clothes Clothes Clothes Music Music Music Boys Boys Boys – Viv Albertine

I was introduced to Viv Albertine's autobiography by a friend of mine who raved about it. Viv Albertine is, of course, the guitarist for The Slits, the seminal all-girl punk band. I confess that I wasn't hugely familiar with The Slits when I started reading Viv's book. I knew of them, but had heard very … Continue reading Book Review: Clothes Clothes Clothes Music Music Music Boys Boys Boys – Viv Albertine

We are ugly but we have the music: Remembering Leonard Cohen

It's taken me two months to write about Leonard Cohen. I'm not sure why. Maybe I was sick of the fact that every blog post I wrote last year was about the death of one of my heroes. Maybe it was that Cohen died the same week that the most unheroic cowardly man possible was … Continue reading We are ugly but we have the music: Remembering Leonard Cohen

How a new wave kid fell in love with The Tragically Hip

It was the late 80s when I first heard The Tragically Hip. There was a family I babysat for often and the dad had a massive record collection. Ken would often send me home with mixed tapes full of music, and on one of those tapes was the Tragically Hip's self-titled debut album. Now, you … Continue reading How a new wave kid fell in love with The Tragically Hip

Turn and face the strange

I started to write this post yesterday as part of my ongoing attempt to deal with and understand my grief over Bowie's death. Then I woke up this morning to the news of Alan Rickman's death. Another hero gone. Also just 69 years old. Cancer, again. Fuck cancer. Fuck it straight to hell. First Lemmy, … Continue reading Turn and face the strange