What’re You Do...

by Carey Rutherford Like the song says, I’m wondering . . . . Sorry for the lack of poetic extrapolation, but I’m wanting to give you as much notice of as many options as I can find in as little time as I’ve got available with as much at stake as I have. Got. There are so many entries under...

Holy Cow: You Can He...

by Carey Rutherford We know it’s coming. Anyone who’s been in this city for a decade has it carved into their forehead by now, and if you’ve lived in Calgary for your whole life you’ve moved from love to ecstasy to disenchantment to avoidance and back to acceptance. It’s like a 12 step...

An Email About Music...

by Carey Rutherford Carey, I would like to take someone somewhere different. Where can we go to see a play/opera, or hear some classic music, on a budget? –Kevin Hey Kevin: Just getting back from finally seeing “Avatar” with T & H. Interesting metaphors about...

The Music Festivals ...

by Carey Rutherford Isn’t it too early to be thinking about festivals? Isn’t the ‘festival’ intimately associated with the summertime, or at least the growing warmth of spring? Sure, there’s a winter festival, but that’s just for crazy Canucks who actually WANT to be outside in the winter,...