genius of love
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2004.11.08
I don't know who this guy was, but he could sure play some fine blues on the harmonica, which he had hooked up to an amp. I mean, he could really play.
I was up in the Yonge/Eglinton neighbourhood and points north to look at apartments for Tulip and Sailor Yoon. The ones I saw were passable but not ones I could recommend. Along the way I picked up a neighbourhood paper of the free variety that in the Simpsons has headlines like It's War!. It said that the street behind this fellow is the site of the Upper Canada rebellion (which was essentially a bar brawl that spilled out onto the street with a rifle or two in hand).