The most often used word to describe the work of Emily Schultz has been “promising.” But with the publication of her third book, the time has come to lose the promise and accept that Schultz is a talented writer, plain, simple and staying that way.
Honed over the last decade, Xavier Rudd coaxes more sound out of an acoustic slide guitar than one would think possible. His pursuit of the ultimate fuzzy, thick wall of sound reaches its apex on Rudd’s latest recording, Darker Shades of Blue.
I think it was the Greek philosopher Heraclitus who famously wrote that “One cannot step into the same river twice.” It’s a profound thought, since moving rivers are always changing and so are our ages, tastes, experiences.
Everwhere I go, I get asked the same question, “How’s the recession affecting comedy?”
INSPIRED BY THE local food movement, a growing number of urbanites have adopted smallscale chicken farming. In a time when everything from luncheon meat to bean sprouts are being recalled, producing one’s own food just seems safer, say advocates.
A FEW YEARS ago, the editors of this publication asked me to write about how Toronto could become more sustainable. Since writing that article, my thoughts haven’t changed much. I still believe that, as the largest city in Canada, Toronto has the opportunity to become a role model
Great cities should have great cultural choices: concerts, live drama, museums, galleries and more. And thanks to our Luminato arts festival, there are many tied up in a neat, little 10-day bow this month from from June 5 to 14.
Witnessing a floor snap and crumble under the weight of hundreds of fans dancing up a storm to the Spirit of the West classic “Home for a Rest” could be considered a fluke, once-in-a lifetime occurrence.
When Franke James was told that it was illegal for her to build a green driveway at her North York home, she was flabbergasted. How could “Toronto the Green” turn down such a proposal?
IN HIS LAST year of high school, future CNN anchor John Roberts would sneak over to the local pub, the only place he could get a beer at his young age.
“Help, I’m Alive,” the opening track of Metric’s new album, Fantasies, reveals much: at once a killer track, an offbeat first single and perhaps a peek at the fragile makeup of the band that teetered on the brink of burnout a few short years ago.
Decked out in a black skull and crossbones cardigan sweater, Joy Fielding, a world-renowned Toronto author, settles into a café seat a block from her new home in Yorkville to talk about her latest novel, Still Life.
