Harmonious in the City

Last night I went to the movies with my boy.

Downtown, city center, Times Square kinda vibe, Toronto style.

We saw an Oasis movie – not a great movie, but nonetheless a pretty glorious reminder of the spirit of Rock & Roll. I said to my boy, “it’s like, my Culture, that big stadium rock & roll scene”. Like I remember first going to massive concerts at Maple Leaf Stadium, drugs preplanned and at the ready, when I was 14. And then by 17 it was the smaller venue mosh pit punks vs skinheads scene, where you’d be ready to run if things got really rough.

Afterwards, we wandered the streets of downtown and talked music. I wasn’t sure he remembered the soundtrack from those early years, cause Oasis was just getting big when he was about two or so, but… sure enough, he remembers those tunes. And I’ve always been a sucker for a wall of sound played at full volume…

Now he’s an occasional music event producer himself – I mean he’s got a day job, but he and some buddies bring in some techno shows, so we were talking about how there were so many giants of rock & roll that came out of Britain…

He was saying in the techno scene also, that there’s a lot of really impressive “acts” that come out of the UK.

It must have been way back when we were living in Mexico City that Oasis was just getting big.

But I was kind of amazed that he remembered a whole bunch of the stuff I was listening to through that period from when he was still pretty little until maybe his early teens – the classic British sound got supplemented with a lot of more international sounds, including Mano Negra and eventually a bit of Manu Chao.

With my boy, eventually we settled in town in Toronto for a couple of decades and lived just up the alleyway from the church at the corner, and there was music all the time, music of all genres, a reflection perhaps, of the diversity of the city.

And somewhere along the way he got all grown up.

One of our more recent musical bonding moments was over this video STORM that I sent him.

He responded, “Oh, I used to be a big fan of Yung Lean”. Ahem. Used to be? I mean, okay it’s a lot about the choreographer and the director, but still…

Lens Artists Challenge – Harmony

Things making me smile

Things making me smile recently include…

The Lake. The lake, forever the lake.

Also.

An outing to the market, and an older fellow who I point at to draw his attention to the fact that we both are wearing plaid “shackets”, smiles and throws obscure accented phrases back at me. Twenty minutes later I see him again, walking the other way, and we both laugh and toss a few more cryptic phrases at each other – misunderstanding each other in words, but smiling all the way.

Lunch with a friend and she shows me her latest painting. The vibrant spirit of it. In a series of texts with another friend she sends me pix of various lanterns and light makers she’s been working on. The joy of sharing creative projects with friends who get it, friends who listen and remember, friends who say things that hit you sideways and help you think.

Still and again, in the middle of the day, this wholly absolutely irresistible tune –

The deep but quiet private joy, that for a few weeks now there’s been time to sketch on a daily basis, and the pleasure of surrendering to it, the daily question of what next, and of drawing and drawing and drawing…

Good drawings, bad drawings, whatever. Just drawing drawing drawing.

Hours spent at the little red kidney table by the windows, and for a moment around dusk, I look out at the sky beyond my table and whaddya know.

Circling.

A hawk.

The effortless soar. So high it’s hard to tell if it’s above the Gardiner or maybe floating above the park along Esplanade.

The joy of birds, of flight.

Earlier in the week, out by the water, by the sugar dock. Seagulls everywhere, thrilling to the scent of sugar in the air as a ship unloads.


Simple pleasures.

And then, in the midst of everything, absolutely every friggin thing going down in the strange strange world that is our modern existence, there is this hilarious yet deadly serious quote rediscovered:

Be joyful, though you have considered all the facts.

~ Wendell Berry

Lens Artists – This Made me Smile