
I had a rare day off yesterday to do what I like in my own time - so I headed into downtown Toronto.
I can honestly say that in just over eight weeks, T.O. (as the locals lovingly refer to it) is becoming one of my favourite spots on earth.
Regular readers will know of my love for my home city of Glasgow (or Weegie as it is nicknamed by many of its detractors), and it would take an awful lot to persuade me to ever live anywhere else. But T.O. is making a real effort.
For one thing, the weather has for the most part been spectacularly hot and sunny - albeit this comes with muggy days and thunderstorms, one of which arrived yesterday. For another, there always seems to be some sort of festival or other going on in some part of the city - often more than one at a time. Yesterday I saw some of Buskerfest which has taken over a large section of the historic St Lawrence District near the city centre and drew crowds of thousands despite the threat of storms. All the while, just a few miles away on the other side of the CN Tower, we have the annual Canadian National Exhibition which is incredibly popular with families.
A couple of weeks back, a large area of the city was closed off to traffic for four days for A Taste of The Danforth which is a celebration of Greek culture (loads of free food and wine on offer), there was also the Beaches Jazz Festival which again had roads in an area of the city closed off for the best part of a week, while Caribana, one of the world's largest Caribbean/South American style carnivals drew millions of visitors - and yes, loads of streets were closed off to traffic.
And all the while, at least to this untrained eye, life proceeded as normal with no chaos, thanks in part to the fantastic and efficient public transport system, but also because the Torontonians love partying and throw themselves into all of these events in style.
I can just imagine the moans and groans in Glasgow if, in every other week of the summer, a huge part of one area or other was closed off to allow folk to celebrate their culture.
Oh how stupid of me......that happens back home. It's the weekly Orange Walks/Apprentice Boys Of Derry/Black Chapter parades that close down streets for hours on end......
song : Ballboy - The Sash My Father Wore
0ops.....got a bit distracted there.
As I was saying Toronto has a lot to offer, and I don't think I could ever get tired of being here. I also think it must be unique in large urban cities across the world for having real place to escape right in the city centre.
The photo above is of a house on Toronto Island - its not a holiday home, its actually where folk choose to live. Toronto Island is no more than a 10 minute boat ride from the very heart of the city, but its like taking a step back in time. Maybe 1,000 or so folk have their home here, on a narrow strip of land, some 4 miles long and extending to around 800 acres in which the pedestrian is king and queen. The only cars allowed on Toronto Island are those considered essential for life to go on as normal - garbage trucks, fire engines, parks maintenance vehicles - and there might be as few as 20 or so of these in total. Everyone walks or goes by bike. And the residents all have these incredible wooden cottages that were built more than 50 years ago, or else have been replaced by something similar in style. Nothing above one storey high exists.
It really has to be seen to be believed, especially on a gloriously warm and sunny day.
But enough of the unpaid ad on behalf of the Toronto Tourism Office. Its music that you're here for, and music you shall have. Three more great songs that came up on random play on the i-pod yesterday on the subway during my travels:-
song : Billy Bragg - Lover's Town (Peel Session)
song : The Pogues - The Sick Bed Of Cuchuliann
song : Elizabeth - Adieu C.A (or My Lover Was A Redcoat)
The first track is a rare gem, a different version of one of the Bard of Barking's best songs that he recorded specifically for one of his earliest John Peel sessions.
If you don't get your feet-tapping to the second song, then you are clinically dead. Fact.
The third song is from a Vancouver band. My mate Jacques the Kipper bought me their debut CD as a going-away present : (a) because he thought I would like it, (b) because they were Canadian, and (c) because they shared the same name as one of our favourite bloggers who had recently got married.
The album is quite superb, and well worth tracking down.
Here's a link to the band over at
myspace and I'll leave the rest to you.
And finally, since a few folk (well one anyway) appreciated the Edwyn Collins recording the other day, I thought I'd re-post the original version of the song - yet another single out of Glasgow that was criminally ignored by Joe & Josephine Public
song : Paul Quinn - Ain't That Always The Way
The sun is shining, so I'm off to play a round of golf.
Ciao.