Monday, April 02, 2007



GOOD
GONE
DEAD

Our days are filled with the bitter and the sweet, with moments lost and those forever instilled - and still, I can hardly believe what it was that I witnessed over two days in Toronto. The Rheostatics, after all those miles and years and litres and goals of music... just stopped. The last note sounded and then faded away. The people smiled inside and some wept openly and all of us were left milling on the street outside Massey Hall and couldn't believe that it was over.

Where does it go? What will we do?

It went nowhere and everywhere of course, and we will continue on, perhaps even richer for the experience.

My wife and I sat in silence afterwards, wondering outloud at the perfection of it all. Of how they could muster all that strength. Of how the glowed and shone as only falling stars can. Of how even laryngitis couldn't hold back the final, long, bitter sweet note.

We are the winter. It feels good to be alive.

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