TORONTO – Life is a series of highways peppered by unimaginable wonders and humanity’s ability to deal with “unanticipated curves” along the way. In such instances, idealogues often propose, and advocate for, solutions that in retrospect defy logic and delay reprieve from unnecessary strain and stress…
TORONTO – Just over thirty years ago, rap or more specifically “Gangsta Rap”, began its take-over of the American zeitgeist – usurping Rock as America’s dominant musical genre. Once Dr. Dre’s “The Chronic” and Snoop Dogg’s “Doggystyle” albums crossed the Rubicon of mainstream radio, a torrential flood of misogynistic, violence-based rap songs poured into American households before anyone had any time to object. One wonders if Italy’s music scene is heading in that direction…
TORONTO – Not a day goes by that our editorial team is not inundated with political polls suggesting, nay, telling us, what Canadians feel about this our country and about those who propose to guide it to higher and better standards. By and large, theirs is an activists’ role in determining an outcome rather than measuring the results of broad or narrow initiatives. We have come to regard all of them as “hired guns” for some party or another – they may be good at what they do but that is not the point…
TORONTO – When the so-called “age of information” – via the Internet – was sold to humanity, few anticipated or cared to contemplate its logical consequence: the erosion of trust in institutions. With access to more information than any known civilization has had since the dawn of mankind, trust in church and state has hit record lows – justified or not. What hasn’t changed is how people have turned to art for some respite and reflection…
TORONTO – What could be more Canadian, yet iconic and contemporary than the annual “Look at me and check me out” exercise represented by the International Auto Show, which just closed this past weekend at the Convention Centre? It very closely resembled the “rights of passage” of adolescent males when their fancy turns to… [love, I think] or some other “drive” that smites the young…
