I was eight years old when my brain got rewired. It happened at the Thornhill Public Library. I was there with my Mom — probably looking for something wholesome and educational, because that’s what good parents do — and I wandered into the record section. And then I...
Two years ago, I sold my shares in the business I helped build. After years of leading teams, growing culture, and sitting through meetings that could’ve been solved in a half- decent email, I suddenly had something I hadn’t truly had in decades: time. And not the...
This is not your standard “Old Man Shakes Fist At Sky” rant. This is about the death of live music for most of the population. When I went to my first Rush show in 1980, I got great seats in the Red section of Maple Leaf Gardens for the whopping sum of 15 bucks...
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