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What is reconciliation? Part 4: The stranger

Don't worry, he'll still be here, walking Toronto's sidewalks in ten years' time. Stopping to hug a stranger who puts a hand on his shoulder and opens her arms. Like her, we need to find someone to hold hands with,... Continue Reading →

What is reconciliation? Part 3: Beginning again

The country we call Canada began as illusion: with the story that Canada was an empty space. A space to be opened up and taken over by settlers looking for new homes; by traders looking for riches. Canada rests upon... Continue Reading →

Come as you are

Lately, there has been a lot of discussion about Joseph Boyden on social media, and articles written from every perspective about him. Some forgiving, like Wab Kinew's article, There is room in our circle for Boyden;  some condemning, such as... Continue Reading →

What is reconciliation? Part 2: Don’t just do something, stand there

At the first rehearsal of Irwin Shaw’s play, “The Assassin,” Producer Martin Gabel noticed a young actress gesticulating wildly instead of remaining motionless. Gabel shouted: “Don’t just do something; stand there.”  When I was a student, I was an Indigenous... Continue Reading →

What is reconciliation? Part 1: The myth of the vanishing Indian

In this story, you don't hear the piercing sound of singing around pow wow drums coming towards you under the earth, through the soles of your feet and up into your guts. Drums you hear all summer long on the pow wow trail, or in night clubs, where electric pow wow drums of A Tribe Called Red bounce off the walls, and voices like high wailing wind swirl across the dance floor. In that story, you can't feel the intense heat of sacred fires, burning all over this land. Where you can sit with tobacco and cedar in your hand before tossing the medicine into the fire, sending your prayers to your creator.

A bucketful of sweat

Why would artistic endeavours be any different? At times writing can be magical, when you experience what is now called "flow": everything else falls away and you are in the right place, at the right time, doing the only thing you could be doing. But since it's magical at times, we forget that writing, playing music or acting is mostly a workaday kind of thing. There are only a few drops of inspiration, mixed in with a bucket of sweat. And maybe a few tears.

Gord Downie’s Secret Path shows: Did fans or scalpers get the seats?

When we tried to buy Gord Downie tickets, we were stunned to find that all of them sold out in about four seconds. Were scalpers to blame?

On the adventure

On the day of the final Tragically Hip concert, we were travelling to south-western Ontario. All day, every radio station was playing the Hip. As we drove through Kingston, it was “Tragically Hip Day” with 27,000 people coming to celebrate the band. I’ve been reading Gord’s lyrics lately, watching him on video doing his weird salsa dances, singing about Thompson, Saskatoon, Kingston and New Orleans.

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