The Soundtrack of SILVER BROWN

True Patriot Love

A hip hop artist from Nova Scotia once used a leitmotif taken directly from our national anthem as a sample in one of his jams. Nobody got their knickers in a knot over it. Because this is Canada.



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This collage I spent all of Father’s Day creating is highly unlikely to provoke homicidal rage in any of my country(wo)men, especially since I made a deliberate point of omitting all politicians.

The Soundtrack of SILVER BROWN

One Man Genesis

I was a musician before I was a writer or a web developer, so this is the sort of thing that turns my crank.

A while back I came across a video of a multi-instrumentalist from Quebec performing a medley of Genesis covers. But not the Genesis covers you’re probably thinking of. Nothing in the same vein as Disturbed’s (flawless) interpretation of “Land of Confusion”. It might actually shock some people to hear this, but Genesis wasn’t always yacht rock. The yacht-rock ethos didn’t start to manifest itself until around 1978. There was a decade’s worth of history preceding that which saw them as a completely different band – one that left behind a hearty feast of yacht-inappropriate vinyl opuses centered around abstract literary concepts, unusual time signatures, the ever-present Mellotron, an occasional classical guitar interlude from the magic fingers of Mr. Steve Hackett, and Peter Gabriel’s sometimes-baffling-but-always-interesting array of stage personae…


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In addition to being the band’s summoner of unknown cosmic forces, he was also their flute player.

The musical selections featured in this video are mostly from that period, because merely playing a medley of their greatest hits would be unworthy of a virtuoso. That would be like asking Mozart to perform K-pop numbers for your amusement.

The Soundtrack of SILVER BROWN

Let Your Freak Flag Fly

With the sudden lack of operational salons and barber shops in the world, we’ve seen people employ a number of creative (and no-so-creative) workarounds to the situation. Some people have taken to cutting their own hair. Been there, done that and bought the T-shirt. Others have taken the Karen approach, endlessly whinging like a toddler about how they can’t get their hair done (as if there’s nothing more important), taking to the streets to protest such grave injustice with placards bearing literal Nazi slogans.


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This is your brain on Donald Trump. Any questions?

I myself have taken neither of these routes, opting instead to simply let my freak flag fly. Just like I used to in the old days. I reckon when the provincial state of emergency is eventually lifted I won’t be able to get my hair cut for at least another six weeks because of the backlog, to say nothing of the fact that the continued observance of social distancing guidelines will likely prevent the barber from being able to accommodate too many customers at once. On top of that, the people from my former life who exerted the most pressure on me to keep my hair cut short have since become food for the worms. So I thought, fuck it. I’ll go full-on flower child. Behold, a rare (partial) selfie illustrating the progress of said freak flag, followed immediately by a classic tune that relates to the subject matter…

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…although at this point it’s more Kramer than flower child. Giddy up!