Welcome to Toronto.
This is a regular occurrence.
I fucking love this city
where ema skye can social justice in dundas squarejust another day on the TTC
This is pretty fucking normal, I frequently see Spiderman.
That’s it. I’m moving to Toronto.
no one in the background even cares omg
Darth Vader: “I am your fath…”
Batman: “My parents are dead!”
#1 reason I’m proud to call this city home.
April 15, 1977
My name is Brad Kenley. I got this diary from my mama for my 25th birthday yesterday; “to write down all those crazy memories of yours” she said. I think she’s afraid I’ll be senile by the age of 30 because of my experiences with some funky substances. It all started during summer 1969 when my friend Jim —always bragging about this connection he has with his idol, the other Jim, the Morrison one, dream on man…— came to my crib completely stoked to talk to me about this festival in this town called Woodstock up near Bethel, NY where Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin —my idols— would perform. He swore it would be totally trippy. At first, I wasn’t really up for it, except for Jimi and Janis I didn’t really know any other band and I also noticed the absence of big names like The Beatles, Led Zeppelin or The Doors. I was a 17-year-old dude, very well-behaved, not really hip, almost a goon to be honest. Finally, I decided to go, I didn’t have any other plan, my mama thought it would be “a great adventure”—she got this one right!– and I couldn’t miss my two favorite artists perform. The festival was in two days, we had to pack up and leave right away, to drive up there. I threw my bellbottoms, my tie dye t-shirt, my colorful patchwork blanket and some kicks in a duffle bag and off the road we went. Jim is a bad Casanova, he brought with him two foxy ladies, Bianca and her cousin —can’t remember her name, my mum must be right, I’m turning jive turkey. Bianca was a total hippy girl, vegetarian, protesting against the Vietnam War full time and always cursing at President Nixon or handing out stickers for Earth Day. After a day and half driving, we arrived on the field where Woodstock was taking place. It was paradise; you could feel good vibes coming from everyone, the flyer was right: peace, love and music. Richie Havens’ first song to launch the day, Freedom, was absolutely outta sight. On Saturday when Janis came on stage it was totally bangin, some real dyno-mite! I felt like John Lennon meeting Yoko Ono for the first time: puzzled, amazed, shagadelic. Then, the end of the weekend came really fast and Jimi was up here with his headband and fringes on. It was a primo concert. I just now realize I completely digressed, I was going to write about some of these funky substances that I tried at Woodstock, but obviously it’s not what matters, music mattered the most during that weekend.
