sitting here in my apartment in Montreal on this fine sunny and cold february day, and having made major changes in my life lately (I have ditched a lover of 9 years and a stressful job of the same length) I read your comment on Jorane, and I suppose it must have been the song Pour ton sourire that affected you so? I met Jorane when she was playing in the metro and she was not a person (music-wise or otherwise) who impressed me…and yet I remember her vividly. The song Pour un sourire seems to have an amerindian enchantment in it…in her video (same as for recording on album I think) it’s Florent Vollant, a Montagnais indian guy who is singing with her. There seems to be some magic between them in it. There is something there that goes thru to your bones, or deeper still, if you were born on this continent, something manitou-ish about it. And it’s you Americans who have the island where He resides, Isle Royal on lake Superior eh.

Having paid thru the nose for a Toyota Corolla with my ex-boyfriend, (which nevertheless permitted us to explore our country during our vacations, and was very dependable) I shall remember your creature the Grymeaon. My personal steed is a Halflar, or maybe I’ll come up with a better name, a small, lightweight but swift and strong beast far faster and manoevrable than any Grymeaon, far more in tune with the Earth, and it just happens to have the same length and width as a good quality mountain bike with baskets and fenders. It stays tethered on my balcony during the cold, slushy, salty months, but gives me immeasureable freedom from April to November.

Oh yeah and I fucked a really cute 24-year old elf the other day. Or maybe he was like 350 and uses a lot of oil of ol

poor kid. she’s so sweet though, crying because she wants to be on schedule! (of course with the wish to see her pop).