I was already on the plane. I met a man from west St. James. We talked about the explosion at Orest’s Barber Shop and St. James high school. I looked down at Saskatchewan, like a yellow green tile floor we were standing on… “did you know the west coast is gonna fall into the ocean someday?” He said, “My friend I hope you don’t mind but I have to ask, are you leaving behind something that’s not worth coming back to? We’re the same collection of thoughts and accidents no matter where we are.” She was a picture of frustration standing all alone in an empty bus station. Another summer gone. A seven hour delay in Saskatoon yesterday. I’m looking out at the clouds and we’re flying over a storm and a dozen little farms. There’s a fire station at the top of her street and three rinks where… it's simpler down there. One leaves for something else to say. One looks around and walks away. One hour from now I’ll be looking down at the rocky mountains.
Swirling goth-rock from the big voice behind '90s outfit Sunshine Blind, featuring a who's-who of dark underground denizens. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2020