"did you get to be who you are. and if not, then why. that, my friend, is the big why." - Michael Winter

“Johnny” is marching sad and sweet and melancholy, one part petition and two parts prayer. The one-way conversation is concise, sparse like a distillation of Sinead O’Connor singing with The Pixies. The words are introspective as the musings of Courtney Barnett, a close and hyper-conscious first person narrative explaining that “My friends all tell me to hope for the best but I feel the worst / I try to get sleep but my body won’t stop shaking I’m blue / I don’t think I’m […] Continue reading →


Wavves open their set fast and unlike four guys who play the same songs night after night. Three guitars sparkling red, flat white, and a Flying V in front of drums on risers. Their sound is one part pop and two parts punk with indie rock undertones and riffs that sound familiar the first time you hear them. Harmonies come from the kit and the lead during “Pony” with lyrics that echo emo — “Leave me alone all by myself / but this much is true/ I’ll always be lost without you”. […] Continue reading →


The first words trip, stunted and weird and feeling their way for what sounds like the first time. Then a chorus like fattened Belle and Sebastian through a mist of daytime campfire sparks in warm air. Always dreamy and never dreary, a hazy summer afternoon that stands still without the possibility of ending. Illuminated by bubbling synth and rolling drums, our scene only grows cold if you listen to the words (“Wish I could love you less like a praying mantis / rip your head off every […] Continue reading →

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Pet Sun have tried to channel themselves into an EP. Released December 4th on Sleepless/The Hand, it drones, it solos, it is dark and greasy. […] Continue reading →


New songs often sound the same - a natural result of the artistic process that involves being influenced by what’s happening around you. From Toronto, Bossie is Anne Douris and unlike other, more ambiguous songs in the same vein, her message is clear. […] Continue reading →


As markets shift from providing tangible goods to selling intangible products and ideas, knowledge sharing becomes a competitive advantage. Where do ideas that are for sale come from? A company that doesn’t know what they know (or what they don’t know) can’t find the new knowledge that is required for innovation. If that isn’t enough to worry about, counteractive knowledge leakage happens when someone leaves a team. This is hard to prevent when increasing turnover is an inevitable […] Continue reading →

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From Toronto, just down the QEW is a breeding ground for art and music amidst streets lined with trendy restaurants and places to rent for cheap. In this magical land, an entire weekend is dedicated to the appreciation and cultivation of the arts every September, where creators and consumers fill the streets to shop, dance, and celebrate together. Yes, this place exists, AND you can get there on the GO. It’s a city called Hamilton, and last weekend the heart of it was shut down by the […] Continue reading →


Compare and contrast. Lady Lamb, alone in the spotlight, standing before three tiers of seated guests. Both ageless and aged, these songs could be sung to a lover, to the room, or to no one at all. Gracious and graceful, she places her guitar down and steps away. Darkness is warmed by a soft glow as the lights turn up, the crowd murmuring after being silent. […] Continue reading →

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Finalists for the Toronto Book Awards have been revealed and competition is stiff. Local author Margaret Atwood lends her famous name to the announcement as her 55th book joins four other works reflective of the spirit of Toronto. The 41st award will be presented at the Toronto Reference Library by Gill Deacon from CBC Radio on October 15th. Finalists will receive $1000 and the chosen author (or authors) $15,000 - in the past, the award has been split between multiple winners. […] Continue reading →

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The open road is impossible, stretching farther into the distance than it should be able to. On one side, fields tear by, tall stalks triumphant in the wind. On the other, the setting sun casts a steep glow across the tops of what was once green, now golden. Steady in your ear, familiar sounds combine and blend together to create new ones. Starting with a haunt, bass and drums begin together and refuse to stop, even when they slow to turn a corner. A pulse, joined by shrill guitar and […] Continue reading →

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