Didn't Roald say it best? It's true that the people I most want to be around are generally productive and happy. They get things done, you know? They contribute.
Yesterday we went on the most brilliant--BRILLIANT--music tour this city has ever offered. EVER.
This event, held in places that, despite my sometimes onerous classification as a child of this city, I've never seen or considered as worthwhile space at all. Largely ignored, these spaces offered a venue to a variety of musicians and poets while the spectators climbed through brush to find a seat on the welcoming back of the Canadian Shield. This event was inspired. It reintroduced the city to its inhabitants. Strange Attractor, meet the Kingsway.
Jeff told us a story about buying condoms for a friend whose house stood on the very spot they were playing.Everyone cheered and hollered. Outside of this event, when could that story have surfaced with as much contextual relevance? It brought to mind a house of significant memory that burned down not too long ago. Let's say, I was the happier for its passing, because what's left is potential. New spaces are intorduced all the time, with new opportunities for definition.
That's what good art does: it reintroduces the familiar as strange or vice versa. It allows for new discourse.
And if we're not telling stories, then what are we doing, really? Thanks to David Wiewel for the photographs.
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