The sweet and the sour of weekends past, present and future.
YES.
A pretty close to perfect Saturday. Eat delicious brunch outside. Lay in the grass with an old friend. Talk about stuff that matters (to us). Nap.
Later that night we rushed to my favourite gallery to see 2 parts Born Ruffians, 10 x talent.
I’ve seen Luke Lalonde before and I’m pretty sure he’s one of Toronto’s most underrated frontmen. Joined again by his sister Jessica on vocals, his quirky, careful cadence is engaging, tight and dripping with potential.
The set was good, but short. The family vibe set up a lengthy discussion on the genetic predisposition of musical talent. So many great musicians come from other great musicians. The majority of my closest musical friends come from musical families. What is the music gene? I want it. I blame my tone deaf parents for my lack of musical acclaim.
NO.
SUFJAN FUCKING STEVENS.
I really like Sufjan Stevens. I Really do. So when I hear he’s playing a one-night only, will call, limited ticket show at Lee’s... I was you know, a little excited. I solicit my card-carrying besties. We call. 10:34 a.m. was too late. 10:00:06 was probably too late, to be fair. FAIL.
MAYBE.
Summer might be here.
