Now here’s the kind of message you want to wake up to, at the dawn of your birth month:
Like my least favourite famous Toronto musician, I am October’s very own. Went to see the restored 40th anniversary print of Stop Making Sense as part of my birth month celebrations. It was as thrilling as I’d hoped, even though I own the DVD and have seen the film a …
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