A song inspired by reflecting on the loss of my grandfather, my best friend and my father. A song about healing. Hope you enjoy it. more

Recorded in our home studio, energetic rocker in the vein of Foo Fighters and The Watchmenmore

It’s October 2013 and you just moved to a new city. You don’t know anyone, and you still don’t know your colleagues well enough to suggest a jaunt downtown. You decide to take advantage of the cool Fall weather and take a walk, finding yourself entering a local coffee shop about 10 minutes later. You order the darkest roast they have; black, harsh. You install yourself at the back of the coffee shop and take stock of your surroundings. A younger man; a stack of papers by his side. A yellow highlighter in his left hand and his right hand holding his forehead. Likely a teacher grading exams, or a student who regrets a class he took in his first year of university. An older woman with pointed glasses and poorly applied merlot lipstick is typing furiously on her laptop. You can’t tell if she’s angry or excited. Maybe both. Perhaps perfecting that screenplay. One that will rival Tarantino himself. Or perhaps she’s writing to her brother. The one she hates. The one that lives in Florida year-round, and only returns to Canada for several days to avoid having to tell the IRS he’s an actual permanent resident of the United States. Behind the till, three baristas are looking at their cell phones, laughing and gossiping. An elderly man and his slightly older husband are sitting on the patio outside, holding hands. A fourth barista with a beard net and a neck tattoo exits the kitchen area singing Roadhouse Blues by The Doors. He starts to restock the baked goods in the display. Can’t beat that smell, in my opinion. You observe, watch, notice, note, perceive, spot, remark, detect and distinguish nuances and interactions in the coffee shop as you sit there. You sip your jet-black coffee; steam hitting you in the eyes every time you bring the cup to your lips. One thing is glaring. You will never see these people again. These people will never meet again. Every choice in their lives brought them all to this moment, and you feel like you got here at just the right time. Random lives all intertwined by the ecosystem that is a local coffee shop. “Strangers play their role in this urban tide” more