July 12
It’s 9:30 pm and people are beginning to cook supper out on their barbeques. From our second storey deck, I overlook neighboring yards and patios where smoke billows from various fires and grills. It’s too hot to cook inside. Too hot to even think about eating until darkness starts cooling the air and we realize the time. I can hear cats fighting and clawing in the distance; perhaps it’s the black and white one that mistakes our house for his and wanders freely in and out through the open doorway.
It is both invasive and reassuring, the way the sights and sounds of our homes overlap in the summer, when our windows and doors remain open and our private lives become exposed.
I’ve had a few days out of the studio, but tomorrow we start bed tracks and the real fun begins. Played a show last night in Mississauga and witnessed some great songwriting from Andrew Austin and at the Sound Lounge. And today spent most of the day out of the heat, sequestered in the Toronto Public Library with a beautiful window view and free wireless connection. Ode to simple pleasures.
Extreme temperatures—like today’s heat—brings out extreme behaviors. Over morning coffee, I witnessed an event quite unexpected in the urban metropolis of Toronto. About five young goats escaped from a parked trailer, and I watched as a young girl and various passersby tried to herd them away from the traffic of the Danforth. I didn’t witness the resolution, as I was focusing my attention on an obstinate lama on leash nearby.
Later this afternoon, I was taking a break from the library and having a coffee at a nearby café. I watched a young woman across the street seemingly conducting a news report, holding a microphone and being filmed by a single cameraman. When I glanced back in her direction a few moments later, she was doing the exact same thing, but topless. I’m not sure if I was more surprised at seeing a naked newscaster on Yonge Street or at the lack of reaction she evoked from passersby, who didn’t seem to notice the bare-breasted reporter at all. Is it very prairie of me to think this odd?
It is both invasive and reassuring, the way the sights and sounds of our homes overlap in the summer, when our windows and doors remain open and our private lives become exposed.
I’ve had a few days out of the studio, but tomorrow we start bed tracks and the real fun begins. Played a show last night in Mississauga and witnessed some great songwriting from Andrew Austin and at the Sound Lounge. And today spent most of the day out of the heat, sequestered in the Toronto Public Library with a beautiful window view and free wireless connection. Ode to simple pleasures.
Extreme temperatures—like today’s heat—brings out extreme behaviors. Over morning coffee, I witnessed an event quite unexpected in the urban metropolis of Toronto. About five young goats escaped from a parked trailer, and I watched as a young girl and various passersby tried to herd them away from the traffic of the Danforth. I didn’t witness the resolution, as I was focusing my attention on an obstinate lama on leash nearby.
Later this afternoon, I was taking a break from the library and having a coffee at a nearby café. I watched a young woman across the street seemingly conducting a news report, holding a microphone and being filmed by a single cameraman. When I glanced back in her direction a few moments later, she was doing the exact same thing, but topless. I’m not sure if I was more surprised at seeing a naked newscaster on Yonge Street or at the lack of reaction she evoked from passersby, who didn’t seem to notice the bare-breasted reporter at all. Is it very prairie of me to think this odd?
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