High and Canada Dry
the barenaked ladies are eleven years older than me. and gord downie is dead. "53, man. what a young age to go." that's what tyler stewart said to me when i met him backstage, on their concert on the day that gord downie died. they sang ahead by a century and ed robertson cried a bit. i cried too. the tragically hip was part of my childhood - long car rides to the cottage were punctuated by gord's familiar and distinct crooning. to me, the tragically hip was summer and long expanses of land where you couldn't see anything beyond the sunset. the first time i listened to wheat kings and 38 years old after i hadn't heard them in many years, i cried because it opened something in my heart that was always there. it was like finding an old blanket from when you were very young and crying because it's so beautiful and so comforting. gord provided some beauty for my childhood and he is one of the reasons i love being canadian. the barenaked lad