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\ By Donna Lypchuk for TorontoMoon.ca \ In celebration of Canada’s 150th Anniversary, I have put together a list of songs that mention Canada in their lyrics and that are written and sung by Canadians. It is fascinating to note that many classic songs that mention the actual word “Canada” were in fact penned by…
\ By Donna Lypchuk for TorontoMoon.ca \ I have murder on mind lately, not because I particularly feel like killing anyone, but because I ran across a YouTube video of an Alfred Hitchcock album I used to love as a ten-year old called Alfred Hitchcock Presents Music to Be Murdered By. This wonderful 1958 novelty…
\ By Donna Lypchuk for TorontoMoon.ca \ For me, the penultimate artifact at the Horseshoe Tavern was the Perfumatic machine that was a permanent fixture in the cavernous Women’s washroom located in the basement —second only to the condom machine in the Men’s room, which I have never seen. The Perfumatic was a suitcase sized…
By Donna Lypchuk for TorontoMoon.ca Mary had a little lamb —but not for dinner in Greektown with a bit of cumin, tzatziki and a nice Pinot Noir. Instead, she brought one to school in the 1830s, where it made the children laugh and play in Worcester County, Massachusetts, USA, which to this day still only…
The following post, which I put up in the Vault section of the TorontoMoon.ca website in March of this year, is of a column I published on May 16,1994, exactly 20 years ago today, when this publication was still very young. It outlines my concept of “Upwing Politics”, which seems very relevant two decades later…
From the very, very deep archives, one of my earliest “Opening Act” columns when the publication, then known as to-nite, had just turned two years old and was starting to hit its stride back in the spring of 1994. (Normally posts in the Vault sections of the website are blocked to non-subscribers, but I want…