I'm a walker. I mean, I understand that doesn't sound meaningful, but I'm incapable of wheeled things, and too scared to deal with mechanical ones. Where possible I'd rather walk than wait for transit (waiting is awful), and I enjoy the people watching, flower smelling, and random cat petting it affords me.

Just after 6am on a random Tuesday in the spring of 2014, I exited the first Orange Line Metro of the day at De la Concorde Station in Laval. It didn’t take long to find who I was looking for. No one was there except for the people hanging around the multi-seat van.

I think about pickles: I can buy whichever ones I want, whenever I want. I can spring for the expensive ones. I have pickled green beans, and I'm adding pickled asparagus to the grocery list as I write this.

It was a winding concrete orgy of overpasses and underpasses. Treacherous and sketchy for pedestrians, confusing for motorists, and ultimately pointless for everyone.

DISCLAIMER: I have recently, upon an excellent recommendation, purchased a pair of Blundstones. This has, admittedly, influenced the piece you are about to read.

The Flamingos Pink play rock ‘n’ roll music in its purest form. No frills. No nonsense.

It had already taken us an extra 20 minutes for the pre-recorded footage to render, so we were late to go live. Our special guest, Velma Candyass of the Candyass Cabaret had been waiting patiently through the live intro banter, and the mini-movie pre-recorded segment. Then, just before the interview segment, my chair caught on fire.

A few weeks ago, I saw Lizzo live at the Bell centre…all by myself. Well, with an arena full of strangers, but fundamentally alone. While I have years of experience going to shows and events to write about them, this was the first time I'd ever gone to a show on my own for myself.

July 28th is a time for change. It’s both World Nature Conservation Day, and Jackie Kennedy-Onassis’ birthday, so how could it not be? This is when people traditionally change things up, so why should I be any different?

Venues are places of worship, and like churches and temples, Montreal is filled with them. They are the entry points to our city’s vibrant artistic community. They are reference points, meeting places for people with shared values, culture, and community.