When an artist is heartfelt and when their music is served up, in earnest, when all you know of this artist is the conviction with which they express their inner [...]
Porcelain Raft
In Toronto, after an early morning snowfall that died before it hit the ground, a symptom of a winter that never really arrived, Mauro Remiddi strips away the protective, Rococo [...]
The change of seasons in NYC is always a grand production. In the fall, as the costumes fade to grey and everything around engages in a gradual and introspective decay, [...]
Prologue It starts a little earlier. You go out in the evening, then a difficult night follows. In the morning you find yourself alone, you put on some music to [...]
In Trinity-Bellwoods park, during the zenith of a hot spring, a serenade is not uncommon. It is the point when the realization of fleeting summer romance is in full swing, [...]
It had been a while since we’d last seen our friends and partners at Invisible Children, but lucky for us we were able to catch back up with them this [...]
Thurston Moore
In the bathroom of 315 Bowery, in New York City’s East Village, a picture of a picture of a rock club hangs. The original was taken some time after the [...]
Montreal is a city of authenticity… its bagels, its smoked meat, its music, its snow storms. As snow falls, you are at once convinced of its authority and its arresting [...]
If ever there was a time to not write about music and to simply listen, this is it. Colin Stetson’s horns are played with an absolute and uncompromising authority. His [...]
I am 22 years old and working a shift in a basement record shop in Toronto, eagerly awaiting my turn to pick the next store-play record. Endtroducing is still in [...]
