Just about every business still breathing --from airlines to coffee shops to media properties to financial institutions to hotel chains to comedy festivals to pizza parlours -- have some sort of "frequent user" or "subscriber" program that separates the loyal "US" from the random "THEM." But here's what I learned this week as I flew by the long museum line
Currently making the rounds on Facebook is this parenting blog post about our responsibility to teach kids about "good music." What a load of hipster-douchebag crap. My retort: How on earth did your kids get exposed to this "shitty" music in the first place? So when my eight-year-old daughter decides her favourite singer is Katy Perry, what do I do? In my mind, my daughter must make her own decisions.
Thank God for Vancouver's Music on Main. Not only was its vaguely 18th century feeling -- a return to an intimate musical salon vibe -- sweet relief from our oversaturated and increasingly digitized culture, the opening night's program actually gave me some hope for humanity in the midst of so much global tragedy. For a few transcendent moments, the festival drowned out the drum beats of war with the sweet sound of strings, and I dreamed of a return to a truly human culture.