Month: September 2023

Professor Layton, fiery and bold, Our poet whose words could never be old, In mere sentences or simple rhymes, For he danced with language, countless times. With a pen as sharp as a warrior's sword, He sliced through convention, struck every chord, His poetry, a mirror of the human soul, A journey through the depths, … Continue reading Eponymous Layton – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Montreal's winding streets I roamed, A wordsmith's pen my only home, And in my mind, a world I'd sewn, With tales of life, both rich and lone. My name is Mordecai Richler, A voice for those who are not heard, I write of love and loss and pain, Of fathers, sons, and all that's … Continue reading Eponymous Richler – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Le Vieux Munich, the air was thick With the scent of beer and hearty food The walls were lined with memories old Of nights gone by, of tales untold In every corner, a story lingers Of patrons past, of loves and singers Of laughter loud, of tears shed true Of dreams fulfilled, of dreams … Continue reading Le Vieux Munich – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Montreal there's a place of fame, Where people flock to with no shame, A temple of meats and smoked fish, Where every bite is worth a wish. Schwartz's Deli, oh how it sings, Of flavour piled high on rings, Of mustard's tang and rye bread's crunch, That make your taste buds dance a punch. … Continue reading Schwartz’s Smoked Meat – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Montreal, a city so fine, Bagels are a sacred sign, But don't you know, there's quite a fight, About who's got the bagels right. St. Viateur, Fairmount too, Both claim their bagels are the true, Each with its loyal devotees, Who'll argue endlessly and tease. Some say the water's the key, Others, the oven's … Continue reading The Bagel Wars – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Throughout dimly lit bars and main streets of Montreal, there's a band that echoes through the night like a siren's call. Their name is Offenbach, and they are the troubadours of this city's soul. Their sound is raw and unbridled, like the wind whipping through the streets of this concrete jungle. They sing of love … Continue reading Offenbach – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the back alleys of Montreal, amidst the steam rising from the grates, there emerged a band unlike any other. They called themselves Me, Mom and Morgentaler, and they were a wild and raucous bunch. Their sound was a fusion of punk, ska, and jazz, a melting pot of influences that swirled together to create … Continue reading Me, Mom & Morgentaler – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the streets of Montreal, where the snow falls thick and heavy, there was a band that stood out like a neon light in a sea of darkness. Men Without Hats they were called, a group of musicians who dared to dream in a city that often felt like it had forgotten how to. They … Continue reading Men Without Hats – Memories Through the Eyes of my City