Sunday, 1 p.m.: Good, but not great. I had a more pensive direction in mind for this album--you know, a subtle judgment of millennial Canada. Tragic but not as tragic as Day for Night almost the poetic stance of Phantom Power but more mature.
Tuesday, 9 p.m.: Hold it, guitars arguing--yeah, yeah. Grind, grind! Work, music, work! And the geography, it's all here, get it? The pines, trains and Algonquin Park--it's bleak, alright, barren! I'm Tom Thompson! I'm Tom Thompson and I'm drowning, I'm drowning with Gord!