A photo journal of street art along Queen Street in Toronto, including pictures of Graffiti Alley.
The Toronto Blue Jays are so bad right now that it is safe to say that they probably caused a nationwide internet outage on Friday July 8, 2022. I live in Toronto, so I follow Toronto sports teams. I have no choice. I do not suffer Stockholm Syndrome, so I find the current Jays’ dismayContinue reading “Major League Barkley (MLB)”
In a normal year, baseball players would be reporting to spring training right about now. It’s a magical time of year, and I’ve always dreamed about heading down to Lakeland, Florida to see Detroit Tigers legends such as Mort Crim, Bill Bonds, and “the MFIC“1 up close and in-person. Just typing these words has theContinue reading “Painting with John: Preparation”
Before we get started please allow me to give thanks to David Letterman and The Onion for inspiration. Also, it might be a good idea to listen to Gridlock by Electric Six while catching up on “the news”. Stay Safe. 11 Michigan Governor Offers Free Red Wings Tickets to Any Truckers Who Leave the ProtestContinue reading “11 Freedom Convoy Stories You May Have Missed”
The following is a kneejerk response to an article I recently read. The article’s purpose was to promote a book written by a local author, which is great. It also triggered me in a good way, which is also great. I’ve checked the ebook out of Toronto Public Library and maybe I will post againContinue reading “RE: Writer Perry King sees Toronto through community sports”
On Feb. 22, 1980, when the United States Olympic hockey team defeated the Soviet Union, Al Michaels famously said, asked, and proclaimed all at once with the words “Do you believe in miracles? YES!” Mr. Michaels summed up the 80s, even before they happened. The 80s lifted America and the world up from a horrendousContinue reading “Do you believe in Painting with John? YES!”
Driving Home for Christmas might be my favourite Christmas song, even though I don’t drive, don’t have a home to go back to, and most certainly don’t care about Christmas. I heard the Chris Rea staple early this year, on The Big Band Show with Glen Woodcock of all places. On top of that, I heard Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses a full 12 days before St. Nick does his thing. It feels like I opened all my presents a couple of weeks early!
“So what can a poor boy do?“1 On one hand, that means there’s nothing left to wait for, so how am I supposed to have a Holly, Jolly Christmas? On the other hand, it frees me up to take a deep dive into Christmas music I can not only tolerate but actually like.
In college, the person living in the apartment next to me had a supply of Nytol. As I recall Nytol helped me get my Z’s, but I only used it a couple of times, and not since those days. I want to sleep, not kill myself.
I also mentioned that watching reruns of television shows looped helped me sleep. Familiar voices and all that. As my dad used to say, “TV is the greatest sleeping pill ever invented“.
Recently Dick Valentine reintroduced me to the Tracy Chapman song Fast Car.
Valentine’s version of Fast Car is definitely his own, but it shares the same intrinsic, smoldering intensity that Chapman’s original did. Both versions are so heartfelt and authentic that they refused to be ignored. They are so honest that they are sad. You need to know both, trust me.
A visual tour of the patios and street art in Toronto’s Gerrard India Bazaar.
It’s a wonderful destination, make plans to visit.