Monthly Archives: November 2017


Never understood why they don’t make benches available in the subway the length of the station for the waiting public like Parisians do. Is it just fear of poor people having an opportunity to lessen their suffering? Homeless might lie down? Everyone on their cellphones looking like they are in serious conversation but when sneak a closer view almost always playing games. Surprises me, very serious tetris. I see ads sometimes for Indie 88. Heartbreaking that that radio dial location previously was CKLN which was beautifully independent. I was on the panel that met with the Stephen Harper appointed graduates of double speak who determined it was a positive thing to change the community station to a soulless corporate entity using slogans “Indie”. Way to go Harper legacy.

jack layton

Jack Layton came to one of my Rivoli shows in 1994 stayed until the end, came to the dressing room to tell me he was there, that he was into it, that Olivia also liked my music. I was flattered and happy to meet him in person. I liked him especially as a Toronto Councillor. In the 2000s I saw him one time at the Y on Grosvenor, I thought to myself, how cool is this, the leader of the opposition is working out at the Y like everyone else. There was a phone in show in Quebec around the orange wave and more than one person voiced a complaint about the legitimacy of young NDP people running for parliament he instantly responded something like – they’re old enough for us to send overseas to die but not old enough to represent the people from their constituencies? I felt like Jack Layton’s death was one of the most enabling things that happened for Harper. I think Jack would have been in the way of Harper’s agenda or at least interfered better than the way most experienced Harper treating democracy like it was a dog he could muzzle.

reading in the sauna

Yesterday at the Santa Claus parade the first participant we noticed was a clown with a garbage can. Wonder if anyone besides me understood the planners vision: Santa at the end and Rob Ford at the front. The sidewalk is filled with wet leaves, the new tree is now leafless but when I gaze at it I see the future, how big and beautiful it will be and how unfortunate for my south facing solar panel dream wall. Woke up and listened to the usual cacophony, same old internal issues, same station. Thought this is just like the external noise of disappointing human activity. Like how humans pollute and there is no appealing to them to recognize the future deaths, including themselves. Same emotional experience as appealing to inner tape loops. Change your own recording or else! Or else what? After the parade we took a sauna. I miss the sweat that the Y membership afforded, the conversations with random men about random issues but especially the cat and mouse games between me and anal management types proud of the sign “rules for being in sauna”. Threatened with being kicked out for reading in the dry sauna. Sometimes when my guard was down I would try appealing to them to think a little more realistically. As pointless as trying to change oneself and anyone else.