Walter J. Lyng and Troy Stark are mainstays of the Montreal comedy scene. If you're a fan of funny stuff, you've probably seen one, or both of them, slay. Personally, I've seen each of them perform about a million times, and I keep coming back, because I laugh my face off every time.

Our brains are busy. Within every minute they’re processing 11 million points of data without our awareness. Obviously a lot gets filtered out as unimportant (which makes it even more interesting that a song from 1992 can pop into my head with full lyrics while I'm doing dishes).

One of the things I dig about social media, is that for the first time in human history, elders can drop their perspective and advice to the younger generations at large.

While the aisles are already jammed with Halloween bric à brac, I'm here to remind you that summer's still on and the festivals are still coming! Forget pumpkin spice, I suggest we change the name of this in-between space to Ladyfest Season!

Recently, tragedy befell a friend of mine. It was the kind of occurrence that leaves you gasping and touching your heart, thinking there but for the grace of God go I, or perhaps of all the dice in this Universe, that might've been my roll, whichever you prefer. But this isn't about her dice or her sadness: this is about what happened next.

Up a short flight of stairs, above Boulevard Saint Laurent, is one of the city’s top venues. From the outside, the only signage is plain black, but inside hides a true cabaret theatre.

This past weekend marked the last On The Boulevard for a minute. For those of you who don't know (I mean, who reads this and doesn't know?), OTB was the multidisciplinary showcase we’ve been running every other Sunday.

With the summer now in full swing, it may feel as though perhaps the winds of change are finally sweeping through the arts in Montreal.

If you think you’re enlightened, the saying goes, go spend time with your family. Obviously it will take a different length of time for each person to get caught in their egos. If you do it consciously enough though, you can clock the moment you slip into the battles you left behind but were apparently just on pause all these years.

I don't want to evoke memories of those bleak times a few years ago when we couldn't gather and have fun, but that's where this story begins.