Au revoir 2009

While watching Julie/Julia with a glass (or two) of Jackson Triggs Dry Reisling and some brie and prosciutto last night, I realized how terrible I've been at keeping this blog going.

I normally would say, life has gotten in the way, but if I'm honest with myself and you, it's that I haven't given it the time that it deserves. So, I write this post, as the last from the year it started as, not a farewell, but as a hello. The ending of one chapter, leading to another.

I'm not making "real" resolutions this year (like going to the gym more, or saving X amount of money), but I will try to be truer to myself than I've been so far. What's your New Year's resolution?

2009 was, I'll say, a "good" year (for all intensive purposes). I had some VERY happy times - times of love, excitement, and inspiration. There were times of sadness, anger, and disappointment. I've broken hearts and had my heart broken (not necessarily in the romantic sense). But with every incline and decline on this rollercoaster that we call life, I have learned something.

I've learned that I can't plan for everything, that I'm (somewhat) resilient, that I can love and be loved, that I respect and admire, and am respected and admired.

I've learned that money comes and goes, that happiness comes when you allow it to, and that family (including friends) don't hold grudges (thank you, and I'm sorry for all the silly things I've done). I've learned more about what I love and am passionate about. I've learned that I CAN bake, and if I try, I CAN cook. I've learned to write for myself, to sing like no one's listening, and to throw caution to the wind.

This year, loved ones passed on, loved ones got enganged, retired, or started new lives in their own rights.

Through all the happy and sad experiences my friends, family, and I have powered through this year, 2009 has been a good year. But, I hope 2010 is better, for everyone.

To all the people each of us has loved and lost, cheers to you.

Here's to a healthy, happy, prosperous 2010.

MONEEN RAW: Believe

While I was growing up, I was fixated on the indie music scene. Moneen is one of the bands I saw play on a variety of occasions and have always tried to follow through the years.

The recent release of their fourth full-length album, the world i want to leave behind, is an inviting amalgam of mature, fresh and classic sounds.

A friend just posted a link to this MTV News Raw Performance of Believe, and I thought I’d share the video:

NOT the End...

It's amazing how life works. This post is meant to inform you about what is happening in my life, but I think it has become more of a self-directed pep talk.

One week you're changing your life for an amazing opportunity, in a second the wind's been knocked out of you and you're on your ass.

Excuse my French, but I'm not too pleased at the moment. The job, that got me off my butt and moved me to Montreal, is no more.

So, needless to say, I'm unemployed and swinging lightly above rock bottom (at least what would be rock bottom for me - it's obviously different for everyone). However, I'm optimistic that something else will come along.

You can't have it all, right? It was almost too good to be true - the perfect job, the perfect city, and I almost even had the perfect apartment.

Now, I'm searching not only for jobs and more temporary accommodations, but also for myself. I'm torn, because I know some of my friends and family will want me to come home (although they won't say it), but I'm not ready, not yet.

It's incredible the emotion one goes through in a situation like this - shock, fear, sadness, anger, denial, resentment, and acceptance. Not necessarily in that order, but you catch my drift. Whenever you lose something that's dear to your heart, you have to go through the motions. Albeit brief, this chapter that I loved has come to an end, but I'm grateful to have had the experience, despite the outcome.

This still does leave me, to some extent, feeling empty. Like a tiny hole has been carved out of me. But it also leaves me with dreams. Dreams that I will work hard to fulfill. Dreams that I know will come true after some time and perseverance. I longed to live in this city for so long that I cannot let the dream dissipate that rapidly. I longed to be in a place that inspired me, allowed for breathing room and creativity, and that's exactly where I find myself.

I will take this free time to find something else that I love, something that will allow me to live this dream and grow as a person.

I will find my place - whether or not I'm doing what I expected, or what anyone else expected. I'm not ready to leave Montreal, so I'm putting my foot down! Montreal can't get rid of me that easily!

The Beginning...

So, it'll be two weeks tomorrow that I arrived at my new (temporary) apartment in Montreal. Since I can't seem ease myself into anything, I started my new job the morning after I arrived.

It has been a whirlwind two weeks, but it seems as though I'm settling in nicely. My lovely roommate is on exchange from France, so I'm lucky enough to work on my conversational French on a daily basis. Not only is she extremely nice and down to earth, she is a fantastic cook and has now made me lunch twice! I couldn't have asked for a better situation while I'm settling into my new position.

Our apartment is in a perfect spot, close to the metro, amazing restaurants, bars, and stores. Our kitchen is "petite", but it is perfect for two people. We have a comfortable dining room, and my room is large enough to essentially be a living room and bedroom all in one.

We live across the street from a beautiful park, where they've started putting up Christmas lights, giving it a somewhat romantic air, despite the barren trees. Besides the fact that I'm usually cold, I'm actually looking forward to the snow, positive that it will make everything around here look positively picturesque.

I must admit that not only was this an extremely exciting change to take on, it was also extremely terrifying. However, since the moment I arrived, I have not experienced an ounce of regret. I, of course, would not have been able to make the move (literally) without my mother and my "big sister." They were a great help - driving me down, helping me move in and organize, and offering support and encouragement every step of the way. Support and encouragement was also plentiful from the rest of my family and friends. It has also been very refreshing to meet so many wonderful new people, who, in addition to more encouragement, have offered an immense amount of advice and hospitality. Thank you all.

I will do my best to post as often as possible going forward, but as I'm still adapting to my new surroundings and position, and looking for a permanent apartment, I cannot make any promises.

In the meantime, below are links to some bands/musicians (some that I have mentioned in the past) that played on Saturday night at Le Divan Orange:

Chasing Bright Lights

Hugh Manns

Cavaliers

Mike Hale

Austin Lucas (or: http://www.austinlucasmusic.com)

Colin Moore

BIG Move

Since it’s been just about a month since my last post, I thought it might be time to explain why I’ve been MIA.

As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I love Montréal. Over the past few years, I’ve

thought often about living there, but fear always got the best of me. “Fear of what?” some people have asked. Fear of the unknown? Fear of change? Fear of failure? To be honest, I’m not really sure what I was afraid of.

I made some choices this summer to do the things I’ve always wanted to do, so I began seriously exploring the possibility of making this move.

I was recently offered an amazing opportunity at an incredible, quickly growing company. Without hesitation, I said yes. This meant, however, that I had to give notice at my other position, find a place to live, sort out my finances, pack up and move, in just over two weeks.

So, I have a place to live (albeit temporarily), I’m almost done packing, and besides being exhausted and a little bit terrified, I am beyond excited to start this new chapter in my life.

I will do my best to post more often and offer you some insight into my new world in Montréal.

À bientôt!

J'♥ Montréal

There’s something about meeting a friend for a cappuccino at a quaint French café, something about cobblestone streets, something about the arts and music. For me, there’s just something about Montreal. 

My train ride into the city landed me beside a very intriguing young gentleman who showed great interest in “my numbers.”  I’m not talking about phone numbers, I’m talking about numerology.  If that’s not unusual enough to some, J.P., let’s call him, charted my numbers on a VIA Rail barf bag.  

He explained that I’m a very spiritual person – but not necessarily in the religious sense, that I’m very creative, and that I’m a nurturer.  Strange, but those who know me best would say that pretty much sums me up. 

He told me this is my “Buddha” year, my year to “build the foundations” of my life.   It seems as though that’s what I’m doing, albeit, subconsciously. 

As I sat on another (much more comfortable) train five days later, I watched the amazing city disappear as the train pulled away and felt a twinge of sadness. 

 

Let me tell you why: The city exudes brilliance, a unique, contagious creativity that spurs happiness and inspiration within me.  I have some wonderful friends who call Montreal home, and every time I visit, I am lucky enough to meet lots of new, wonderful people. 

My mini vacation was filled with great food, great company, some pretty good wine (and some not so good), fun house parties, and fabulous bars with lots of outstanding music.  For the second time in the last few months, I failed to play tourist and pretended that Montreal was home.

I spent time at a few different cafés, ate at some great restaurants, bought groceries, and cooked a lovely meal in the lovely apartment I was staying in.  I sat on a terrace and wrote, reflected.  I ‘people-watched’ from a park bench and the steps of a café.  I read.  I danced.  I practiced my French.  I laughed.  I played piano. I saw lovers, children, students, men and women, each writing their own stories, shaping their futures.  Each doing exactly what I was doing – living.   

Merci, Montreal.   

Jeff Hutchens

In March, Photo District News (PDN) came out with their top 30 emerging photographers to watch for this year.
Jeff Hutchens recently caught my eye with this photograph.

While I sit inside on a lazy, rainy Saturday, comforted by the thought of being in Montreal, this photograph made me daydream of an afternoon stroll in an ancient European village.

http://www.jeffhutchens.com/contents.html

Great finds at this year's Cabbagetown Festival

Every year, this community festival becomes more and more vibrant.  With part of Parliament Street closed off to cars and Riverdale Park as the main hub for artists and vendors, there is so much to see, listen to, and taste.  

Keep your eyes peeled for lots of food, performers, unique art pieces, jewellery, home furnishings, artisanal goods, and natural products. (www.cabbagetownfestival.org)

Some of my favourite finds from this year’s festival include:

ECHO Arts and Design

With hand-painted recreations of famous artists’ works, Adryan Manasan offers incredibly unique totes and canvas box lamps, at a very affordable price.  He will also take special orders.   My favourite lamp on display showed Picasso’s “The Old Guitarist”.  I’m torn between that one or getting a special order with Modigliani’s painting, “Adrienne (Woman with Bangs)”.  Table lamps go for $50 CDN, floor lamps will run around $140, and totes around $25.  (www.echodesign.ca) 

Guilt Free Chocolate 4 You: Xoçai

Have you ever heard of healthy chocolate?  The lovely independent distributor hosting the booth explained that these chocolate products are made with unprocessed cocoa powder.  They are sweetened with cane juices and are combined with Açai berries and blueberries.   These chocolates are lower in calories and have an abundance of antioxidants.  We tried the “Xobiotic Squares”, which contain two probiotic strains, with a total of 1 billion per three 11 gram squares.  I wasn't sure what that meant, but apparently its beneficial: the “Xobiotic Squares” are great for enhancing digestive health, and, at least to me, are MUCH tastier than a plain yogurt. (www.guiltfreechocolate4you.com)

Free My Interior

This two-person show had the most extravagant, affordable throw cushions on display ($25 for one or two for $40).  One cushion cover made of ruched satin had a belt around its centre, another, which I fell in love with, was faced with black velvet and had five thin gold chains running from top to bottom on its left side.  Talk about conversation starters.  In addition to these custom cushions, the duo also do interior design, painting services, colour consults, home staging, and home organization. (www.freemyinterior.com)

Earth to Body 

“Skin nutrition” at its finest.  A family friend swears by their shampoo/soap bar, saying it lasts forever and her skin can’t do without it.  If you saw her skin, you’d know she’s not lying.  Earth to Body makes all natural, “plant based, organic, fair-trade, vegan and gluten free” products from scratch.  From creams and salves, to oils and sprays, and even Earth to Baby products, they offer items to help customers lead a naturally beautiful life.  I decided to try the facial toner for my sensitive skin.  It’s made of distilled water, rosewater, range-flower water, vitamin c, lavender, sweet orange, lemon and lemon seed extract, and not only is it refreshing, it smells lovely. (www.natural.ca) 

Now I'm inspired to get creative...

Death Boat moors at the Bovine on September 5th

I’m going away for the weekend to uphold my end of an annual tradition watching a Guns N’ Roses cover band in Kawartha Lakes, but I’m going to be missing an incredible show in the city.  So, if you like the unruly, and if you happen to be in Toronto over Labour Day weekend, check out Death Boat at the Bovine Sex Club on Saturday, September 5th.  

Viewer discretion is advised (sorry mom!), but you won’t be let down by this nine-piece pirate metal act from Montréal.   Their debut album, The Trilogy of the Mystic Stone, tells the incestuous, humiliating, facetious tales of life on dark waters aboard the 'Death Boat' and the 'S.S. Sex Offender'.  It’ll be a sight to see them rock out on the boat.   

To listen and learn more, check out http://www.myspace.com/deathboat666

Eggs à la...Paris

I haven’t written for a while and I have a laundry list of excuses, but let’s just say, I’ve been busy and perhaps, uninspired.

After spending this weekend couch-ridden with a flu and infection, I had a bit of time in between feverish naps and movie watching, to do some of the other things I love, like write and draw.  

With my usual appetite returning this morning, I felt it necessary to make one of my favourite breakfast foods, inspired by Paris, a foreign film I watched last night.  This super easy version of scrambled eggs, which I discovered in Paris a couple of years ago, seemed to be a hit last weekend with my house guests (three hungry musicians who were on tour).

 

This isn’t a 'proper' recipe, but try it out your own way, and I promise it’ll add some exciting flavour to just plain old scrambled eggs.  

(The ingredients below serve two people; adjust accordingly for smaller/larger servings) 

Break 3-4 eggs in a bowl

Sprinkle garlic powder over the eggs

Sprinkle about a teaspoon of ‘herbes de Provence’ over the eggs

Add the cheese of your choice: 

Grate cheddar; slice Brie or goat Brie (without the rind); or break up herb/peppercorn goat cheese or feta

Add fresh ground sea salt and pepper (or regular salt and pepper)

Whisk eggs and ingredients together

Melt butter/margarine in a pan over medium heat, add the eggs and scramble away.  Serve with the sides of your choice.  My favourite sides: maple bacon and home fries.

Bon appétit!

Room to Read

I just began reading John Wood's novel Leaving Microsoft to Change the World.  I'll get into how that came about, but first I'd like to reflect on my own love of reading.

In his second chapter, Wood reminisces of his childhood love for reading.

His reflection brought memories of my own childhood rushing back: the Sunday mornings I spent reading the comics, while my parents read the news of the world; the nights I hid a flashlight or a reading light beside my bed and stayed up reading storybooks, then Nancy Drew novels, National Geographic magazines and a variety of other novels, way past my bedtime.

It's when I think back to those times, which were critical to my development, that it breaks my heart to learn that over 700 million people worldwide are illiterate, and especially that over two-thirds of these are women.

I only learned those astonishing facts of illiteracy yesterday, because the head of Room to Read's Toronto chapter came to my work to talk about this charitable organization dedicated to educating the world's children.  

As our presenter mentioned, and as John Wood remarks in his book, women are typically the caregivers, the teachers - "if the mother is educated, it is much more likely that education will be passed on to the next generation."

John Wood is the man behind Room to Read.  His vision began after visiting a school in Nepal and learning their library consisted only of a locked cabinet. The cabinet held books backpackers had left behind, but these books were completely inappropriate for children, like old Danielle Steele romance novels and backpackers' guides to Mongolia.

The presentation yesterday and already the first two chapters of Wood's book have struck a chord within me.  My friends and family know I've been talking for some time now about how I'd like to make a difference in someone's life, or in the world, and do something that satisfies my soul.  It may take days, months or even years to do it, but  I'm going to start by educating myself, so I can educate others.  Hopefully, I'll start by helping out with Room to Read in some capacity, and by passing on some of my life experience to help others.

I will write more about Wood's book, maybe as I read or maybe once I've finished.  I'll also keep you posted on any events Room to Read holds to raise money for building schools, 'reading rooms' (their term for libraries), sponsoring young girls' educations, and publishing local/dual language books for children in developing countries.

John Wood expressed my feeling perfectly when he wrote, "...I simply could not imagine a childhood without books."  So, why then, should so many children live without this necessity?

If you want to learn more: http://www.roomtoread.org.

People You Know

Hailing from mean streets of the village, People You Know's own infectious brand of indie pop-rock gets everyone on the floor.  They've inspired me to bust out a tune or two, dance like no one is watching, and put some bottled-up lyrics down in ink.

Whether you're standing in front of the stage nodding your head, or dancing up a storm wherever there's room, People You Know understand what makes their fans tick.

With Iman Kninja on drums, you won't miss a beat.  Iman is one drummer that you just have to see in action.

Devon Clarke gives meaning to the word groove with her soulful bass lines. And belting out harmonic back up vocals, Devon rocks out like it's nobody's business.

And then there was Aimee Bessada.  Well, the girl can definitely play guitar. With a unique raspy quality to her voice, Aimee belts out PYK’s upbeat tunes and lovely ballads in a way that makes you believe her words are meant for you alone.

This threesome is definitely worth checking out.

Check out PYK on myspace: http://www.myspace.com/peopleyouknowmusic. 

Places to go on Queen St. West

I was out for drinks with a friend who was visiting from Montreal last night, and I must have chosen my spots well, because I think he enjoyed.  So, I figured why not put together a list of just a few of the watering holes that stand out in my mind on Queen St. West. If you’re looking for a VERY chill, somewhat artsy atmosphere, where everyone fits in, with or without piercings, tats, hats and/or wayfarer shades, you might enjoy these spots.

The places we went:

Java House, 537 Queen Street West

If you’re looking for an über casual patio with plastic tables and chairs, this is the perfect spot.

Inside, you’ll find a small bar and two rooms with old wooden booths, tables and chairs. 

Java has a relaxed feel, awesome (and cheap) sangria, by the pint or the pitcher, some good sandwiches, okay breakfast (for those that are hungover from the previous night’s sangria), and great cappuccinos. 

My choices:

To drink: Sangria

To eat: Dinner: Pad Thai, Breakfast: Bacon, Eggs and Homefries with a side of fruit salad

Czehoski, 678 Queen Street West

This former Polish butcher shop and deli that has called this Queen Street West building home for over 75 years has a great contemporary ambiance. 

With two and a half floors of tables, a bar on each floor, a small menu, Czehoski caters to urban young professionals and trend-setting artists of the city. 

An old favourite of mine, the rooftop garden patio is a cozy spot for drinks with friends.  With an extensive list of cocktails, wines and beers (if they haven’t run out of your beer choice, which happened to my friend twice), the bar list can suit anyone’s taste buds, but depending on your drink of choice, it may not suit the starving artist’s wallet.    

My Choices:  

To drink: A pint of Pilsner Urquell

To eat: Frites       

http://www.czehoski.com/

Squirly’s, 807 Queen Street West

Squirly’s is the perfect spot for casual drinks.  They’ve got about six (maybe more) good beers on tap, a martini list that looked delectable, and food specials for different nights of the week…I’m going for fajitas next time.  

The vinyl siding and antique diner style in the front room almost makes me feel like I should be singing 'Grease Lightning' when I walk in; and I mean that in the best way – I love the styles of that era, (that style that, really, has never died - think guys in the classic white t-shirts, leather jackets and jeans...can you say 'hot'?)    

The back room has a different vibe, but is just as chill.  With some pink and black leopard print bench seats, straw detailing on the ceiling and upper walls to make it look like a darkened beach hut, it has doors that open completely to the cozy backyard patio.  It made me feel as though there should have been a BBQ, and my friends sitting around playing guitar.

The staff are very nonchalant, and seemed like “whatever” types, but are quite nice.

My choices:

To drink: Cameron's Cream Ale, or Amsterdam Blonde

To eat: Fajitas (Haven't had them yet, but I've heard good things)

 

Other places to try:

Terroni, 720 Queen Street West 

If you like pizza, pasta, carpaccio (yummy), nice wines, coffee, or anything from southern Italy, this is the place to go.  The Terroni's on Queen has been there for many years, and you almost feel as though you're at a big Italian dinner with family.

The food is fairly priced and absolutely incredible. They have the best, lightest Gnocchi I've ever had, and pizza that actually rivals those I had in Rome.

http://www.terroni.com/

The Gladstone Hotel, 1214 Queen Street West

If you're looking for a nice light lunch, a good morning coffee, or a strong weekend drink, the Gladstone has it.  Whether you’re in the Ballroom Café or the Melody Bar, you’re guaranteed good food, good drinks, and a sophisticated, antique atmosphere.

If you're stopping in, you should check out the hotel rooms - each one is different, designed/decorated by various artists.  They also have great spaces for holding events (meetings, seminars, gallery exhibits, shows, etc.)

http://www.gladstonehotel.com/

Cadillac Lounge, 1300 Queen Street West

Do you like karaoke?  If so, try and catch Karaoke here.  Otherwise, Cadillac Lounge hosts a range of different acts any given night of the week.  

The back room, which opens up along one side to an expansive patio, made me feel like I was in a friend's garage drinking beers.  

You'll see people from all walks of life.  Regardless how you're dressed, how old you are, or what “scene” you hail from, it's an easygoing space.

http://cadillaclounge.net/

Any place that makes me feel at home, is a place I will try to frequent.  There are plenty of great places to name on this strip, but these are my top choices, so far.

Life Changes...

Precious time is all we have. And we never know when our time will come. Like they always say, “Live life to the fullest”. I’ve been inspired this weekend to make some changes, to work at not holding back, to laugh in Fear's face and do the things I've always wanted to do, regardless of how terrified I am, and to try and spend as much precious time as I can with people that make me happy.

I’m going to tell people how I feel, when I’m feeling it. If I’m thinking about you, you’ll know because I’ll tell you so. If I want to hear your voice, you should expect a call. If I want to see you, I’ll find a way to see you, and hopefully you’ll want to see me too! If I suddenly pick everything up and move to Timbuktu, please understand, that I need to explore the world to find my happiness. Life can change in the blink of an eye, so why not be who, or what, you've always wanted to be?

In memory of K.J. and G.M.Q.

Birch

In the gardens of L'Oratoire Saint-Joseph

Montreal

The Goodbye Rounds

An incredibly well-written, impeccably directed, wonderfully acted production, The Goodbye Rounds delivered raw, relatable humour.  The play told the story of a young man making amends with five friends, and coming to terms with his past.

On his last night in the city, before embarking on a religious quest in Israel, Marty Hirsch (played by Toronto actor and storyteller, Omar Hady) contacts four of his high school friends to say goodbye.

Through monologues and interactive scenes, the play guides the audience through present day events, and flashbacks of the friends' memories of Hirsch in high school and in university. 

It opens with Hirsch's friends, Lainie Herbert (played by Eleanor Hewlings), Kevin Reid (Andy Cockburn), and Jeff Russel (Marc Richler), reminiscing individually about Hirsch’s antics.

The scenes that follow introduce Hirsch's closest friend, Seth Spigelman (played by Ted Neal), and so begins a night of truth, anger, sadness, love, and laughter.

Hirsch, portrayed as the previously ever-changing, party-animal with a lack of direction, focus or ambition, had the entire theatre laughing and understanding his need for something secure and stable in the Torah and its teachings.

A heated scene between Hirsch, Seth, and Jeff left a quiet audience. Jeff expressed disappointment, distrust, and anger towards Hirsch, candidly revealing how much he had believed in him years ago and pushed Hirsch, but to no avail. 

In the monologue that follows, Jeff paints a picture of Hirsch's lack of direction, he explains Hirsh is bloated with potential, but unused "potential rots, it festers..."

This line, and the emotion it was delivered with, struck a chord in me.  We all know people with endless amounts of potential, but no drive or direction – people who are capable of doing great things, doing nothing.  I know I’ve been guilty of this in the past, and I may even have hints of potential still rotting in my stomach, but hope I’ll use my potential to accomplish meaningful things.

The writers, Joshua Saltzman and my dear friend Robert Shapiro, developed the play in such a way that every argument had some on the verge of tears but lightened every emotional moment with an anecdote or joke that caused an eruption of laughter.

The cast, writers, Stage Manager (Katarzyna Misztal), Executive Producer (Jeremy Shell), and Director (Michael Bien) ensured the entire production was flawless.

The story, loosely based on true-life events, is indicative of the trials, tribulations, frustrations, and happy memories only true friendship can provide.

July 1st and 4th – Music makes for a Happy Canada Day and a Happy Birthday

Please bear with me while I recount two great days I’ve had over the past week…

July 1:

On Canada Day I woke up early (well, kind of) and went for a run close to my house, up through the Don Valley Trail.  With the Don River running beside me, it was stunning, albeit kind of smelly at some points. The run was refreshing.  Other runners passed and smiled, or waved, or offered words of encouragement.  Oh the joys of being Canadian.

After my run, I spent most of the day cleaning the backyard for a little birthday gathering I had over the weekend.

My excitement for my evening on Canada Day built late in the afternoon, when I made my way to Toronto's Harbourfront.

I went early to people watch, before meeting friends to see a band that we used to watch play in people's basements.  They've worked hard over the years and it's definitely paid off.

As I wrote this, I was sitting on the "Splash Bar and Grill" patio, drinking a Canadian, with a full view of the stage.  I’ll describe the scene for you:

The patio was packed; there were families, couples, and people from every walk of life strolling along the boardwalk.

Most people were wearing red and white – it was so nice to see how proud Canadians are.

To my left, I had a perfect view of the stage, the CN Tower and bits of the Skydome (sorry, Rogers Centre) in between the condos that dot our city's skyline.

Behind me the lake was spotted with sailboats, a ferry making it's way to the island, and a tour boat.  I could smell the gas from a police boat docked on the water to my left.

There were clouds threatening rain, but the sun was still shining and it was a beautiful way to spend our nation's birthday.  I almost feel it would have been fitting to stand on my chair and yell, "My name is Corrinne.  And...I...AM...CANADIAN.". But, I didn't have the balls to do that...

I sat on the patio for about an hour by myself, saving seats for friends and awaiting the start of the concert.  It was almost surprising that I had an amazing time by myself.  Everything I saw in that hour made me smile.  That's what Canada is all about.  Well, that and good Canadian Music, like Chad VanGaalen and The Constantines.

Chad VanGaalen opened the Sirius stage for the Constantines.  His crooning swooned the ladies in the crowd and jokes had everyone laughing.  I had only heard one or two of the Calgary artist's songs, but I'll definitely be listening to more.

The Cons' opening song from their most recent album, Kensington Heights had the crowd going wild.  It was a flawless set, vocals and music knit so tightly together.  My friends and I had seen the Cons play in friend's basements (as I mentioned before), almost 10 years ago, so it was amazing to see them in this type of atmosphere.

July 4:

After a VERY late night celebrating my 25^th birthday (and one too many glasses of champagne), I wasn’t feeling so great, so wasn’t fussed when I didn’t have huge plans to celebrate on my actual day of birth. 

A couple of my friends mentioned that Femi Kuti was playing at Harbourfront, and after my great experience on Canada Day, I thought it only fitting that I check this one out.

Femi Kuti is an incredible Nigerian musician, whose Afrobeats from his most recent album Day by Day rang out with a jazzy undertone and made the entire place erupt.   His group Positive Force provided the incredible sound with a rocking horn section, keyboard, drums, and guitar. 

We began watching the show just inside the stadium, but after being pushed and shoved more than we could handle, and with no room to dance, a couple of us left the group to find a spot along the lake.  It turned out the entire boardwalk was just as full as the stadium, but we found a good spot and spent two hours dancing, singing, and clapping along to Femi Kuti’s tunes. 

After his amazing set, it was off to the Horseshoe Tavern to see another fantastic band, Jay Spectre.   It was great to see some old friends and hear even more good music. 

From the Horseshoe, I walked over to Ronnie’s in Kensington Market to meet some friends for a couple of drinks.  I definitely recommend checking this tiny little place out.  It sits on the South side of Nassau Street, with a front patio that rivals the size of the bar’s interior.  They have a great beer selection and a great atmosphere.  I ended the night perfectly with a ride on the back of a friend’s scooter to get a slice and go watch It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia at my buddy’s place.

I am blessed to have such amazing friends and to have access to such amazing music… So, thank you to all those who made Canada Day and my birthday so memorable.

Cheers,

C. 

Photo by Norma Warden.

I came across this image online last month and fell in love with it. Fathers and their children always make me smile.