Memory · To whom it may concern

We do this thing. We open our hearts to the world around us.

I am crying tonight because Stuart McLean died today. He was 68 years old. I don’t remember the first time I listened to the Vinyl Café. If I had to wager a guess, I would put myself somewhere between the ages of nine or ten. Growing up, the CBC was one of the few constants… Continue reading We do this thing. We open our hearts to the world around us.

Memory · To whom it may concern

I’d say please (please). I’m your man.

When we were young, my parents would take us on long winter road trips to Red Mountain and Silver Star. We didn’t do much as a family, but we skied. The five of us would cram into our Toyota Turcel, packed to the hilt with equipment, clothes, blankets, pillows, and enough mandarin oranges to stave… Continue reading I’d say please (please). I’m your man.

Running · To whom it may concern

If I had a wish I’d wish for more of this

Do you remember that moment when you realized music was more than just music? Can you pinpoint that infinitesimal, and yet life-changing moment, when art was no longer just a picture on a wall? When you understood that stories make worlds, and break worlds? That second when they first made your heart, and then ripped… Continue reading If I had a wish I’d wish for more of this