boots or hearts/the tragically hip

See when it starts to fall apart
Man, it really falls apart
Like boots or hearts, oh when they start
They really fall apart

Gord Downie/The Tragically Hip


About a million years ago I had a job filing land titles. By lat/long. I sang the Hip’s “At the Hundredth Meridian” every day for months .All day.

It’s where the great plains begin, after all. The more I work on The Mourning Wolves, the more Canadian it becomes. I plan on mentioning the giant egg. And the giant perogy.