I STILL HAVEN’T FOUND WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR by U2. Story by Violet St Clair.
How many desires and dreams were simmering along the canal, under the stars in the city of Vivaldi, gondolas and masquerade balls?
How many desires and dreams were simmering along the canal, under the stars in the city of Vivaldi, gondolas and masquerade balls?
As I swayed to the rhythm and pulse of the song, I watched early morning Toronto on display like a Vermeer painting.
The Heartbreak Hotel was a real gem, with kitschy Elvis memorabilia, framed photographs of all sizes and a pink plush telephone so fluffy I expected it to purr.
From Strauss to the Stones, I jammed my classroom with music, matching songs and symphonies to subjects, activities, and transitions.
You couldn’t escape the voice of Gordon Lightfoot in Toronto during the 1970s. Believe me, I tried.