Another microfiction, a way of placing myself in the world, trying to make sense of it.

My dad has dementia, and moved at the end of 2024 onto the assisted living wing at a local retirement home, a place that he occasionally enjoys and mostly despises. Mostly I despise it too.

More than a few of us lace up and swing hard most days, as if an army would bury us, given an unguarded moment to aim for.

I recently likened a house to a Manhattan loft. The property felt cosmopolitan, urbane, as if it might have been drifted to town on steel cables strung beneath the mother of all choppers…

I was a late convert to the benefits of staging a house. But I do know the difference between my brain and my brain on drugs.

My daughter says she hates Tom Waits’ music. Perhaps that’s because she is sixteen and gets a kick out of suggesting there is a gulf between us, or perhaps it is because he is an acquired taste.

This is the time of year realtors try to get a foot in the door (your door) …

I missed the Toronto date on their final tour, and so I’m going to be listening to their music on repeat for quite a long while. A mourning of sorts, a eulogy too.

Bryan Paterson wants a new job. We can do so much better.

Paul Banks is one of the most serious frontmen going, with a fixed stony expression, sort of like Daniel Craig’s harder cousin…

My son and I would travel a long way to see The Smile.

The Bristol Band Idles have been a favourite since their first album Brutalism was released in 2018. I’d wait for everyone to go to bed and then pour a whisky

It’s momentarily quiet on the listings front, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing going on.

Peter Perrett is a singer I only knew vaguely until his new album was released this year. He is the contemporary of many of my favourites from the late 1970s, early 1980s, and their equal too.

To buy or not to buy (and to list or not to list), those are the questions …

A few thoughts on my grandfather’s passion for wrestling, his liver-spotted shins, and embroidered feather cushions.

Yo La Tengo’s music has been there for me for more than a quarter century now. Their new album is one of their very best and feels like an old friend checking in.

When two people were murdered on Montreal St recently, the mayor decided to blame the victims' community and change the locks. Even when it became obvious he'd got it dead wrong, he blundered on hatefully.

As the season changes and we tick into fall, market conditions here in Kingston have changed too. Here's what to expect.

I’ve been a fan of Erika Olson’s art for a long time. If you don’t know her work, your life is going to be enriched, I’m convinced, by adding her Instagram page - erikolsonstudios - to your bookmarks. Very few of her paintings, though, look like this one.