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It’s a very busy day in #tbt land. I’ve been listening to Sebadoh all night, songs that vividly represent that mid ’90s period when I first came to Toronto and finally studied something that excited me. I spent my days in school making short films and radio programs with these kids, early evenings answering phones at a post-production house, late nights at some forgettable indie gig on Queen West, and even later nights making crappy zines that I would distribute at the next late-night show.
It’s funny, because these years were far from ideal — full of rotten insecurities and anxieties — but I definitely did what I loved to do, and made sure every moment was all about discovery, interesting things, and inspiring people.
And as I continue to listen to Sebadoh, taking myself back to these days, I sense incredible comfort — not in pining for the days of old, but rather for reminding me that despite not connecting with this girl anymore on a superficial level, I still have that spark, will never settle, and will always find a way to make things work for the things that I hold close to my heart.
ROAR! (at Rogers Communications Centre)