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When I was hired to teach at Toronto Metropolitan University, I was still teaching at Seneca. I mentioned the new job to one of my classes. Dave asked, “Isn’t that […]

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Every band eventually develops a preferred explanation for why a performance feels unstable, and in the Hurt, the explanation was always Angelo. The chief accuser was the guitarist, Kevin. He […]

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The suitcase weighs less now.I learned what not to bring.The unnecessary shoes. The hardcover book.The certainty that applausewill repair what aches. Highways unroll their grey ribbon.Hotel keys demagnetize.Soundchecks occurin rooms […]

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The musician arrived at the idea accidentally. He spent years studying notes. Which belonged in a chord. Which created tension or resolution. He could discuss modes, substitutions, and harmonic movement. […]

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A woman from England wrote me with questions about my book. This in itself was suspicious. From the internet most either want money, validation, or directions to the bathroom. She […]

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I went to the Tate Gallery sometime in the 1980s when I was in London with Blue Rodeo. I don’t remember exactly what year it was. Touring has a way […]

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Mustafa, the Lyft driver, told me he was from Turkey. We were moving through the city inside the temporary confessional space that Ubers and Lyfts become. Strangers exchange opinions they […]

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This realization did not depress him, oddly it was relief. For decades he carried the burden of defending an imaginary permanent self while simultaneously trying to create permanent significance through […]

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As they left the diner, one of them paused beneath the neon sign and said, “You know, if God exists, I suspect He has a strange relationship with unresolved dissonance.” […]

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Fave part of the open stage was the woman all dressed in black, never played here before, took the stage and introduced her first song in a gentle kind voice, […]