Morning Throwback: whether it’s now or back in the day, hurricanes just blow
We sympathize with our neighbours to the south. We had a run-in with Hurricane Hazel once, and, man, was she ever a piece of work. Godspeed, American friends.
We sympathize with our neighbours to the south. We had a run-in with Hurricane Hazel once, and, man, was she ever a piece of work. Godspeed, American friends.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a piece lauding Ben Harper’s Massey Hall show as a perfect marriage of performer and venue. Last night’s Smashing Pumpkins show at The Air Canada Centre represented the complete opposite of that. The sight of 6,200 mildly-engaged spectators amidst a wide array of empty seats (the 300 level was completely barren) highlighted a pretty major misstep for the band.
“Let’s do the time warp again!” Yes, it’s that time of year when people dress up and get funky, and we’re not just talking about Halloween. Bloor Hot Docs Cinema is presenting the cult classic The Rocky Horror Picture Show this weekend, which will be shown alongside the city’s own shadow cast, for what is sure to be a raunchy, raucous night.
As Toronto kids are learning to be more polite, we really hope that they remember that giving piggyback rides is the ultimate sign of kindness.
Let’s face it, everyone knows James Bond. Not only is he the man who’s been saving the world for five decades, but also he’s pretty much the most stylish man in history. Making its North American debut this weekend at the TIFF Bell Lightbox, Designing 007: Fifty Years of Bond Style takes you on a tour of gadgets, gizmos and infamous James Bond style.
Aussie foursome The Jezabels were in town last night at The Mod Club, and they delivered a theatrical and mesmerizing performance. For those of you that missed it, the band combined their maudlin balladry with their gritty metal-infused rock, making for one powerfully loud gig. Think of it as opera for punks.
Like Barack Obama said, “Get this done,” NHL players and owners, because we’d really like to see hockey fans smile like this again (especially the George McFly look-alike on the right).
It started with a beat. Then it was fleshed out with the odd droning of synth machines, violin, piano, steel drums and the trademarked smooth wail of Born Ruffians frontman Luke Lalonde. The result is Rhythymnals, Lalonde’s debut solo album, which brings music back to its elemental roots — and serves as an ode to the appreciation of sound itself. Yes, electro-pop can do that.
New lash bars mean extensions aren’t just for Kardashians anymore
North York’s funnyman sounds off about his hit show, his new book and making the leap from teaching to comedy
Bayview’s living folk legend celebrates 74th birthday with a string of Massey Hall concerts and a new live album
This 905er on ditching an advertising day job, his upcoming one-man comedy tour & ruling the airwaves with his hit radio show