This here is CBC Radio 3... http://radio3.cbc.ca/
You know -- I know you know -- that I LOVE music... that I'm totally addicted to it like a 1940s actor on the cancer sticks; this is, I suck it down knowing all the while that it actually is good for me AND that it makes me look cool.
But more -- I LOVE music like Henry loved June (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099762/), which is to say, more than is natural, and yet just enough for it to be more beautiful than anyone ever needs to know about...
And so, I listen to CBC Radio 3 because they love music as much as I do. What's more, I can add their songs onto my playlist WITHOUT BUYING THEM and even if I can't upload them to my iPod (oh, poor insipid babies that won't listen to music unless you can take it with you), I can spaz out in kitchen to them while I make supper and bust a stupid move whenever I like... which, as everyone who has ever come to my house for a dinner/ dance party knows, is a lot. A mother load. A shit bunch. Indeed, reminds me of Napster days -- and they were WAY cool.
So I say, ask your fine selves this: do you dig Canadian music more than you can express? Do you want to jump up and down to the Arcade Fire and the Stars and Wolf Parade and Metric all the time but don't have the dough to buy their CD's? Do you want to sip wine and loll your head to Sarah Harmer and Hawksley Workman after working all week long for a job that doesn't pay you enough to blow the cash on all the awesome music you love? And yet, at the same time, do you want to show support for the home grown greatness of this lake/ winter/ hockey/ love/ space country that we have (CBC Radio 3 records every FREE download and plays them MORE as a DIRECT result... like, you know, democracy!)? Then there's only one thing to do, and I'll say it again:
http://radio3.cbc.ca/#
I'm sick to death of talking about economics. Our country is built, grows, loves and explodes based on CULTURE first and foremost. So pick up your pen, turn on the internets, and bleed your love onto the page/ screen while the seeping beauty of our music whispers as the muse.
(And hey, p.sssss.tttt -- have you got any underground music that you've recorded? Put a link in the comments so that other folks can hear it... or even a link to your favourite Canadian tunes, wherever they might be sleeping on the webs. We'll all thank you for it!)
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
These are the things
This is Barbara Sternberger, feminist avant guard film maker, who said it better than anyone else could at the Toronto G20. You see the thing she has in her hand and the look on her face? I'll explain now...
The day was both hot and humid, as are so many days in TO in the summer. The place was packed too -- like sardines, or an Iron Maiden concert -- but we were there -- like sardines, or an Iron Maiden concert -- to be close to each other and feel the power of just having it out. The music was loud and the cops -- oh man, the cops! -- were everywhere... on rooftops, undercover, overburdened, stressed out and ready. So anyway, we walked anyway, and the music pounded and we were excited and scared and we walked into downtown where the cops lined the block entrances to the demilitarized zone and there, in the midst of all the pain and glory, the wigged out hippies and the punkers with babes in arms, the bystanders running and tweeting, was this one lady -- so strong and simple, waving a green triangular flag at the police and then walking away. And I said to my friend, "look at that lady! that's amazing!" And she said:
That's Barbara Sternberg!
And Barbara Sternberg came over to us and said a punctuated hello to my friend and said, so straightforwardly, so much like a stern school marm:
'I'm going up to each of these lines of police officers and saying 'We Stand For Peace And You Stand For Violence And You Should Be Ashamed Of Yourselves', and then I walk on to the next group and Tell Them The Same.'
And even if history remembers the whole thing as a great failure -- a failure of protest, of government defence, of legal prowess -- I will always recall this woman's solo stand against everything unjust. Everything she felt to be unjust and which she stood against nonetheless.
The day was both hot and humid, as are so many days in TO in the summer. The place was packed too -- like sardines, or an Iron Maiden concert -- but we were there -- like sardines, or an Iron Maiden concert -- to be close to each other and feel the power of just having it out. The music was loud and the cops -- oh man, the cops! -- were everywhere... on rooftops, undercover, overburdened, stressed out and ready. So anyway, we walked anyway, and the music pounded and we were excited and scared and we walked into downtown where the cops lined the block entrances to the demilitarized zone and there, in the midst of all the pain and glory, the wigged out hippies and the punkers with babes in arms, the bystanders running and tweeting, was this one lady -- so strong and simple, waving a green triangular flag at the police and then walking away. And I said to my friend, "look at that lady! that's amazing!" And she said:
That's Barbara Sternberg!
And Barbara Sternberg came over to us and said a punctuated hello to my friend and said, so straightforwardly, so much like a stern school marm:
'I'm going up to each of these lines of police officers and saying 'We Stand For Peace And You Stand For Violence And You Should Be Ashamed Of Yourselves', and then I walk on to the next group and Tell Them The Same.'
And even if history remembers the whole thing as a great failure -- a failure of protest, of government defence, of legal prowess -- I will always recall this woman's solo stand against everything unjust. Everything she felt to be unjust and which she stood against nonetheless.
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