The road spilled out before me, the way forward hidden between twists and turns.
A Stereo Story about a stereo. A love story too.
There’s a crack in everything… Our collection of stories stemming from songs by Leonard Cohen looks at rehabilitation, mental health, love, even the moon landing. Plus a fun jazz poem from Canada, filmed while the author is driving. Luke Davies says in his piece about Tonight Will Be Fine, ‘Listening to most music has been [...]
As I swayed to the rhythm and pulse of the song, I watched early morning Toronto on display like a Vermeer painting.
In the lee of an old wooden dock with barnacled pilings, fishing boats bobbed at anchor.
From Strauss to the Stones, I jammed my classroom with music, matching songs and symphonies to subjects, activities, and transitions.
As the sun set, a man took a seat at a truncated keyboard. A 60-key piano that barely fitted in the space, jammed between the door and a window. With minimal fanfare he played for the few of us there.
Although mine was a record and dad’s was a tape, there was no mistaking a shift in the axis that staked our two worlds.
Was it the siren song of an Ice Queen aboard their vessel that caused the sailors to turn off the echo sounder’s low water depth alarm?
Together we embraced the galaxial view, climbed higher and higher. Reaffirmed choices, what got us there, advances and setbacks, every moment a soundtrack