’ll never forget/the sights/the sounds/the (e)motions/of departing/Mum’s/Service of/Thanksgiving.
Gordon Lightfoot is my teacher of all things Canadian. As I walk the streets of Toronto, his sounds fill my ears.
Gordon Lightfoot is my teacher of all things Canadian. As I walk the streets of Toronto, his sounds fill my ears.
Girls boys/ Vibrant noise/ Girls men?/ Not quite Zen/ Finding tribe/ Cool vibe/ Brave sky/ No asking why/ In a pink angora dress.
Once Upon A Time there was a band. A band that was Made In Dublin. And there was a girl. Who wasn’t Made In Dublin. But was formed there. In a way. In the 1980s and the 1990s. In the parts of Ballymun that passed themselves off as Glasnevin.
So, had I ever heard of CSN, he asked? (Wait, what!? Was that a news channel? A law firm?) No, I had not.
Sitting in the pew of a small, Mexican church and hearing the tears of a broken family while Mother Mary looked down upon them. Same pain, different name.
Grandpa never forgot what he saw. He told me years later that he thought the Mobil Refinery on Francis St must have exploded.
Michael Leach recalls hearing a Jimmy Barnes song, 30 years apart.
I started flipping through as many other news sites as I could possibly think of: BBC, CNN, New York Times, Yahoo, NBC, The Independent. As I read, it quickly became clear that the events were fuzzy and not clear cut at all.