Last Saturday I attended the first annual Festival of Song in
Huntsville, and therein was a gathering of songwriters from all over Ontario.
We assembled to discuss our craft and to present some of our songs. I’ve never
actually participated in a songwriting circle before, and this meeting of
songwriters was both instructive and enjoyable. I knew many of the local
writers, but there were quite a few new faces, and several guys who were well
known. I met John McGale of the Montreal rock band Offenbach, and he was a wealth of knowledge as well as an
entertaining slide guitarist. Headliners Jon Brooks and Rob Lutes were in attendance
all day, and simply getting a chance to hang out with these two gifted
songwriters whom I admire was a treat. They both did hour sets later on, and
these are my favorite concerts, wherein the room is small and the audience can
interact with the artists. All in all, it was a very successful outing, and
Shauna’s second in 2 months.
As most Canadians (and likely very few people in the U.S.) now know, Liberal
candidate Justin Trudeau, son of the legendary and charismatic Pierre Trudeau,
is the now the Prime Minister of Canada. As I suspected, Canadians had had
enough of the Conservative Harper government, and Trudeau and his Liberal Party
won a majority government. Now that the bathwater and the baby have been thrown
out, we’ll see what the new guy can do. I predict that, after a brief
honeymoon, the electorate will turn on Trudeau like a pack of angry wolves. Someday,
perhaps, when pigs can fly, we the voters will own up to our part in this
process. In other words, leadership will only take us so far; change requires
sacrifice.
Torontonians are in a state of mourning after their beloved Toronto Blue
Jays were defeated by the Kansas City Royals 4-3 in a nail-biter World Series game six. While
not a baseball fan myself, I was vicariously exhilarated by the Toronto
fandamonium. Be it the Leafs, or the Jays, or the Raptors, Toronto fans are wildly
enthusiastic about their teams, and it is infectious. I was courting Shauna
when the Jays won their second back-to-back World Series, in 1993, and I
remember that we were at the Granite Brewery when Joe Carter hit the game
winning home run that won that series. Needless to say, downtown Toronto was
chaos. Located near Yonge and Bloor, Shauna’s apartment was right in the middle
of the celebration, and I had never before experienced anything close to that
kind of collective elation. I remember the frightening experience of being squeezed
by a wall of people on Yonge Street. If only the Leafs could somehow find a way
to be a winning team (heavy sigh).
Maybe I'll pick up some fake blood at Dollarama. I mean, I've got to do something for Halloween!
Maybe I'll pick up some fake blood at Dollarama. I mean, I've got to do something for Halloween!
-Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c2015 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED