can’t unsee
I find it very hard these days to make sense out of what people mean when they say right wing or left wing. Once upon a time, it never seemed […]
key of grace
The band was called Late Prophet. On tour again, small-town churches, rec rooms, dark bars that still smelled like decades of Budweiser. Their press kit said they played “post-folk spirituals […]
record company success
Once, in a city of traffic reports, a young man named Simon Bell started a label. Dust and Echoes, was what he called it because music felt like that to […]
mean customer
I looked around online to find examples of Donna Lypchuck’s Necrofiles. I met her once, it was at the Tranzac. was doing volunteer work but I never knew her well. […]
as if nothing happened
In Thunder Bay, where Lake Superior broods like a secret no one can name, there was once a man called Mr. Frosinone, who played harmonica every Thursday outside Robins Donuts […]
one voice
There was a conductor who spent his life learning how to shape sound. He knew more than one language. Italian when rehearsing Verdi, German for Brahms, French for Debussy. One […]
two ostinatos
Two ostinatosneither a favouriteeach chasing its own escape My hands argueweaving crooked stories In B flatthe pinky wanders the pentatonica stranger at the gate If I act as if I […]
lay down sally
There was a woman named Sally who sang in a cover band. She wasn’t really into most of the songs but it was a living. She carried debts in her […]
frochill in quebec
Halid Frochill wore scarves indoors and referred to himself as “a curator of genius.” His voice was syrupy, his handshake just short of sincere. He carried a leather-bound datebook, always […]
the boissevain
Young violinist, Claire Bergen, lived on the edge of Boissevain. The wind came across the fields like a tired old hymn and nothing rushed, well maybe the clouds. One day, […]