To my godson —
Well, here you have it: this year's summer soundtrack. I'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel, I know. I can't imagine there are too many tracks here that you're likely to enjoy. Heck, I've included one or two tracks that even I no longer enjoy. But it's been, what, seven or eight years of this? You're 17, dude! Time for you to send me a mixed CD.
But enough of the faux apologies — let's rock 'n' roll. As the Barenaked Ladies once sang, "This is me in grade nine."
First song...
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Is that really you, WP?
Too cool for school!
'tis I, circa '79. Hard to say who's indulging who more: my mother behind the camera, or the mope in front of it.
I'll go with "mother."
Woah!
That's a LOT of different styles vying for the young man's preference. The jocky training pullover, the tad-too-large shades, the Mordecai Richler smile (which, I'm sure, quickly collapsed to the regular Mordecai Richler snidish "this Parti Quebecois idiots are up to their Language Police chicanery again" mouth twist), the Dylan/Guthrie Engineer's hat, and the hair....hmm haven't decided which hirsute pigeon hole I'll put that in yet...
Uhmmmm, nice tree to be leaned on, with appropriate shedding bark indicating a life change ahead, I'm assuming...
It was 1979, remember. Lots of styles vying for just about everything, I believe.
On this less-than-auspicious Canadian morning, it's worth remembering, for me at least, René Lévesque's complete astonishment and disbelief from '76, when he and his party of disaffected hacks suddenly found themselves in charge of la belle province. Political fortunes in the True North Strong & Free change quite seismically, from time to time.
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