Act Your Age

One day, when Peter was reading the newspaper, he saw a review of the Molson’s Amphitheatre that had recently been bought by RBC and was scheduled to close for major renovations in 2027, turning it into an indoor venue by 2030. When he suggested we visit the outdoor concert area before it was gone, I said yes of course. Another adventure to write about!

This venue sprang up in 1971 as part of the original Ontario Place. It was known as The Forum and consisted of 4 grassy hills for seating, partly covered by a vinyl canopy. As for the acoustics, one can only imagine the guitars and drums competing with the roaring waves of Lake ONTARIO. In 1995 the canopy was ripped off and the Molson Amphitheatre was built. It holds a stage surrounded by seating for 16,000 visitors on 3 sides and standing room at the back. Bryan Adams was the first to perform there, followed by such great entertainers as Van Halen, Rush, and the Spice Girls.

We checked the list of performers for 2026 and found a lot of band names like Toto, Squeeze, Pitbull and Baby Metal. We were starting to feel out of date. But then we ran across Jim Cuddy and Blue Rodeo. Now there was a familiar name. We had seen Jim Cuddy and his band perform in a huge field in King City in the early 2010’s.They would only be about 15 years older now. And so were we. We ordered tickets online and I put them in my Apple Wallet, feeling pleased that I could keep up with technology.

The doors were to open at 6:45 and the concert would begin around 7:00 pm. This was perfect timing for us. We could be home by our bed time. We had family for lunch that day and told them they had to leave by 3:00 so we’d have time for an afternoon nap. They quickly explained that some unknown bands would be performing at 7:00 and Jim Cuddy wouldn’t be playing until 9:00 or even later. Oh oh.

At 7:30 we took the GO train to Exhibition Place. I needed the attendant to help me load the tickets onto my Apple wallet – a step I had failed. Then we had to make our way through the crowds buying greasy fried foods and lining up for death-defying rides. And they even seemed to be enjoying themselves! Peter and I held hands, not to be romantic, but to be sure we stayed together. Finally we saw the pedestrian bridge going across Lakeshore Road and towards the Amphitheatre. Our seats were on the main floor but on the other side of the stage, still at least a kilometer away. We trudged along.

It was hard to see the numbers on our seats in the dark, but the security guard helped us and we finally sat down. Then I realized I needed to use the bathroom. So the security guard kindly escorted me to the line-up. As I looked around, I realized that we must be about the oldest people there. Everybody was smiling and calling me dear. Several of them even let me go ahead of them.

I got back to my seat just as Jim Cuddy and his band appeared. We recognized most of them, even with their wrinkled faces and grey beards. They began to play and the music was pretty loud. It was a good thing Peter had forgotten his hearing aids. But their skills on the keyboards, at the drums, strumming their electric guitars, and singing, were still strong. We sang and cheered to the music. At one point Peter even invited me to dance with him in the aisle. We got cheered too!

Soon ill winds began to blow in off Lake ONTARIO. It was getting a little chilly. The songs were all beginning to sound alike. As I looked around at the full house, I imagined how difficult it was going to be to navigate through 16,000 people as we made our way back to the GO station. I checked my phone and it was 10:00 pm. We both started to yawn. With a knowing nod at each other, we stood up and started back on the long journey to the train.

The train was jammed with kids of all ages leaving the Ex with their gigantic stuffed toys, soccer fans who had seen the TFC game, and stragglers from the Jays game. There were no seats available and everybody was too squished to get up and change places with us. So we stood near the door, holding on to the poles and so glad we only had to stay on until the next stop.

Then, in this morning’s news, we read that we had missed the best part of the show! At the 11th hour, the band played one of their big hits from 2021, Hasn’t Hit Me Yet, which includes the words “Lake Ontario.” Apparently the crowd went wild, screaming the name over and over again with the tremendous passion we all feel. Peter and I should have stayed after all. At our age, we would be more than willing to give an hour in support of our country.

Sue

Yesterday

Actually it was last Wednesday, but it reminded me a lot of my past. And probably yours too.

A friend took me to a Beatles concert at Roy Thompson Hall. I got there early and sat down to wait. Soon I was chatting with another couple. The woman’s sister had been to see The Beatles in person at Maple Leaf gardens in 1964. I remember thinking at the time, that I was only in my teens and didn’t have that kind of money to spend on a ticket. I would wait and see them when they visited Toronto the next time. There was no next time. There was only TV and Ed Sullivan.

Last week’s concert involved 3 singers, a back-up drummer, and the entire Toronto Symphony Orchestra. My friend and I wondered how an orchestra; strings, brass, percussion wind instruments, would fit in with the Beatles music. The first number, Get Back, from 1970, told us all we needed to know. This was going to be a brilliant musical experience.

The next 2 pieces included graphics on the screen behind the orchestra. The songs; Ticket To Ride and Drive My Car, both from 1965, were accompanied by picture of the early Beatle:, John George Paul and Ringo, and sketches of the Volkswagen Beatle of the era. The audience clapped and hummed along. Admit it, dear reader, you are humming too.

We hummed and listened to songs we knew by heart, even those with seemingly meaningless lyrics. For example, I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob. Or I say hello, you say good bye, I say good bye, you say hello. These guys were on something powerful. How about Bang Bang Maxwell’s Silver Hammer – about a serial killer?

The first half of the show ended with Hey Jude, accompanied by the audience holding up their phone flashlights and swaying to and fro. By the end of the concert we had listened to 28 songs and we knew them all in their original form. But the back-up by the symphony orchestra was a melodic accompaniment, adding depth to the music. For one piece, Eleanor Rigby, the orchestra took over, giving the 3 singers a break. It was a truly impressive performance.

The concert seemed to be ending when the TSO left the stage. But it was not finished by any means. The 3 singers took centre stage and started in with the original arrangement of Twist and Shout. They folllowed that with I Love you, Yea yea yea, and I Saw her Standing There. By then we were All standing there, on our feet, clapping and singing along. The final song was one we all knew well: I Wanna Hold Your Hand! We sang the chorus by ourselves, an entire audience singing our hearts out, full of love for our past musical heroes.

On the weekend we were visiting with some of our adult kids, and the conversation turned to pop music. I brought up the subject of The Beatles, thinking I would get guffaws. “Only oldies go to those concerts” is what I expected. But instead the kids asked to see the program and scanned the list of the songs. I was surprised to learn that they too knew most of them. Then Peter, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, piped up. ” I remember going to that concert back in 1964! My brother took me.” He had a wide grin on his face.

The Beatles have music for every occasion. With the world in such turmoil these days, it’s not hard to start thinking about Paul McCartney’s song from 1965: Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they’re here to stay. Oh I believe in Yesterday. You know it – go ahead and sing.

Sue

Stayin’ Alive!

These words, never more potent than with Donald Trump in office, were written by the Brothers Gibb in 1977. Peter and I went to hear that song, and many others by the Bee Gee’s, last week at Roy Thompson Hall.

We had received a gift certificate at Christmas and wondered what to spend it on. We have quite different tastes in music. I enjoy pop, rock and even classical, whereas Peter is into “Oh Sole Mio!” and other Italian favourites. He stared at me blank-eyed when I mentioned the Bee Gees. But when I started singing out loud and dancing like John Travolta, he recognized the music right away. (No photo, sorry.)

Barry, Robin and Maurice were some very talented brothers. They started singing and playing together as kids working for pocket money. They recorded such unknown albums as Life In a Tin Can and Cucumber Castle. They even appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show. But it wasn’t until the early 1970’s that they came up with the disco sound which suited Robin’s vibrato voice and Barry’s trademark falsetto, with Maurice adding harmony in the middle range.

Their big break came with the movie Saturday Night Fever. They wrote and recorded most of the songs for that movie, including More than A Woman, How Deep Is Your Love, Night Fever and everyone’s favourite: Stayin’ Alive. And they won 5 Grammys. They also wrote songs which were recorded for other singers. You might remember Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers harmonizing to Islands In the Stream, or Dionne Warwick’s beseeching version of “Why did you have to be a Heartbreaker?”

Unfortunately 2 of the 3 Gibb brothers are now deceased and the third one is retired. We spent the afternoon at Roy Thompson Hall listening to a Finnish vocal ensemble called “Rajaton” (“boundless” in Finnish) composed of 3 male and 3 female singers. They were backed by the Toronto Symphony Orchestra and its popular conductor Steven Reineke. The TSO performed their own number, Seven Seas Symphony, also written by the Bee Gees, and the strings, brass and percussion sections added much musical depth to Rajaton’s singing.

As you might expect on a Wednesday afternoon of 1970’s music, most of the audience members were our age. Guests made it to their seats on foot, with canes and walkers, and in wheelchairs. But we were smiling. And then clapping. And, when the lead singer asked us to sing along, we did. Finally one last request during the closing number: “Stand up and dance to the music!”

We did that too, dancing near our seats and belting out Stayin’ Alive with fierce determination.

Sue

TAYLOR AND ME

With Taylor Swift in town, readers would expect me to write something about her. Wouldn’t you? After all she has pretty much taken over the city.

But I don’t really follow Taylor’s music, and this site has a limited budget which doesn’t allow for $1,000 per-person tickets to go to a concert. I was tempted to write about some other newsworthy item, like my teen-age rise to fame, but frankly I don’t remember it. My mind kept wandering back to this superstar. What is it about her that attracts so many millions of fans?

Even though she is only 35 years old, Taylor Swift (named after singer James Taylor), has a long performing history. As a child she sang at Montessori concerts and in school musicals. Then she started going to New York City for voice and acting lessons. By age 13 Swift won a deal with RCA records and began travelling to Nashville with her mother. Clearly her parents were well-off and could afford to support their daughter’s musical career, just like her namesake.

As a young teen, Swift learned the guitar and did commercials for Maybelline. She followed the music of Patsy Cline and Shania Twain. Most of my teen age friends and I followed Elvis, with never a thought of actually singing like him or even being in his back-up group. But Swift was determined to build a career in country music. So her parents did what she needed – they moved the family to Nashville. Wen I was 13, my family moved to a small town called Greece New York where there was definitely no music scene.

Along the way Swift began writing her own material: tunes and lyrics. For example she would write about what happened in school on a certain day, what boy winked at her, what girl called her names. Then she would design costumes and add dance moves too. She was, and still is, the whole package. Many of us wrote stuff like that in our diaries, and we made costumes out of old castoffs in the attic. But that’s as far as it went for our stardom.

Swift’s debut album, Taylor Swift, was released when she was just 17. Accolades poured in for this emerging star. For most of us, age 17 meant our first part-time job at a greasy spoon. and maybe singing along with the jukebox. I even had a tiny radio that ran on batteries!

At the American Music awards in 2019, Swift was named Artist of the DECADE. In 2020 she was the highest paid solo musician worldwide. Concerned about theft of her content, she began to re-release her albums in her own style. Fearless: Taylor’s Version was released in 2021. In 2023 Swift was the most streamed artist on Spotify, Apple Music and Amazon.

Her fan base has grown to many millions, all across the globe, across age groups, and across genders. Her fans include musicians, as she has often advocated for them on issues of intellectual property rights and streaming policies. She has become a cult figure with her own logo – friendship bracelets. She supports women’s rights. Folks like you and I continue to watch in wonder.

Not surprising to learn that Swift is rich; in 2023 she became a billionaire. And she gives it away too. She had already donated millions to charitable causes: cities ravaged by storms and floods, schools for needy kids, food banks at every concert venue. So what else to do but create another tour? Meanwhile our thirties were spent raising kids and paying the mortgage. Sometimes we went to a bar and sang along with the band to “Sweet Caroline.”

Toronto has come alive in pink. The subway system has posters on every wall and pillar. Stores and malls have pop-up tables and kiosks full of Swift “merch.” Radio stations blast her hits. Downtown is filled with loving fans, cheering and trading bracelets, (except for one couple that has gone to court, fighting over a divorce and who gets the Swift concert tickets). Mostly it is all about adoration and happiness.

But I am wondering about one thing. Our generation all worked hard, gradually moving up the career ladder, and maybe striving for an upper rung before we retired. We left lots of goals unattained. For Taylor Swift, having reached the top of her game at age 35, what is she going to DO for the next 60 years?

Sue

Heliconian

Come on, admit it. You remember Yorkville during the 1960’s too! We were either in university or checking out the job market. On Friday nights we went to Yorkville to see Gordon Lightfoot, or Joni Mitchell, or even Neil Young at the Riverboat or one of the other clubs or coffee shops that popped up during that intoxicating decade. After that we moved on to building careers and raising children, while Yorkvillke went downhill when biker gangs and drug dealers moved in.

Soon the new Bloor-Danforth subway line enticed high-end businesss, and a new class of patrons, rich shoppers, started coming by. That area is now referred to as the “mink mile.” Stores like Versace, Louis Vutton and Cartier sell exclusive items, and restaurants serve the latest in food trends, with a negroni cocktail, and a serving of kale on the side.

Through all of this a lot of renovation and rebuilding has taken place. But there are still a few old gems hanging around. The Yorkville Library at 229 Yorkville Ave is one of the earliest branches of the city library system, designed in 1929 in the Carnegie architectural style. The first site of Mount Sinai Hospital, built in 1923 at 100 Yorkville Ave, is now a trendy store.

My favourite old building is the Heliconian Hall at 35 Hazleton Ave. Originally a Baptist Church built in 1875, it was bought by a feisty group of women who had founded an arts group in 1909 and were loking for a permanent home. The building, designed in a style referred to as Carpenter Gothic, ie Gothic in wood, is the oldest building standing in Yorkville.

Inside the building that feisty group of women, or nowadays their grand daughters, still run an active arts program open to the public. The name comes from Mount Heliconian in Greece, said to be a source of poetic inspiration for the muses. There are concerts, performances, and art shows on a regular basis. And the best known? A literary lecture series once a month. The club invites Canadian authors with recently-published books to come and speak to an audience of about 150. There are rarely any empty seats.

I have seen many reputable authors there. Marie Henein comes to mind. She was the laywer for that controversial case involving Jian Ghomeshi a few years ago. I expectd her to be another feisty woman. And she was! I also heard Ann-Marie MacDonald and Wayne Johnston, 2 Canadian authors whose fame is well-known, even in the US. Later this season we are being treated to a lecture by Dr. Vincent Lam who now spends a lot of his spare time writing. His latest novel takes place in a Toronto ravine and deals with a timely subject – drug overdosing.

I attend these presentations with an old friend who shares my love of writing. On our subway trips we discuss our latest novels, stories and yes, even blog posts! When the subway arives at our stop, we have a short walk through Yorkville, beautifully lit up at night, until we arrive at Heliconain Hall. We share tea and cookies with other members of the audience. Then we all settle in for the lecture and audience questions.

What better way to spend a winter evening? Friendship, food and our favourite Canadian writers, in an historic setting.

Sue