My new book ending ritual. (Thanks and praises to Montreal)

I take my spot at the edge of the belvedere.

Hallelujah in the ipod, live at london, of course.

I pop open a can of perrier and look at the distance as the music takes over me.

There is no end to the love I feel for this city.

I simply stand in awe of it. The canyon of Peel ahead of me, the flags of McGill and then at Leonard himself , standing tall on that building.

I salute him, one Montreal writer to another, then praise yhwh for such a moment worth living for.

I look at Concordia next to the mural, hall bulding right in front of me and I feel it: The underdog frenchie from the east end just penned his 10th book in seven years.

I watch to the west, where the green of trees mark the beggining of the south-west.

Beyond downtown, down from the hill. Two books about that place.

I look at the river below it.

Sip of perrier.

I look to the east. Theres a tall new building there with an edge of the colour red.

It stands at the corner of Saint-Laurent and Maisonneuve.

My playground for almost 20 years. Too many pages to keep count.

I look the the river beyond it, those islands in front of hochelaga and I think of every place I love that I can’t see from here.

“It’s a very lonely hallelujah!” leonard sings. It hits me to the heart..

I take a sip and give a moment of thought for someone in particular then look at the city again. The wind is good and the sun began its descent on the other side of Mont-Royal.

Can is near empty. Song goes to its final stretch.

I look at Leonard again and thank him.

The city, the trees, the people. I look at dorm rooms and write the life of a student there. I look at the south west and see Sean Cullens’ next move.

I look at centre-sud and see Balkon fucking around the way he does.

I am this city, I live this city, I write this city tenth book about it and I am only getting started.

The song ends to applause.

I tank the perrier.

Tourists left and right, smiling and taking selfies and I stand alone in a crowd living my seven minutes of bliss.

Time for your final thanks, so thank you Montreal.

Grab my bag and one last glance. Then simply walk away.

Leonard will still be there for the next one.

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I Just Finished Writing Book no. 10

I just finished writing book no.10

The Factory Line

Lowdown

Northern Gothic

A Teenage Suicide

Crass

Grand Trunk and Shearer

Dancing with a Switchblade

Down with the Underdogs

Montréal (the novel, not the short story)

Fatherhood – 100 moments.

I’m at the climbing gym having coffee and I would describe the emotion as quiet equanimity.

Book 11 is already well under way (D’Arcy Kennedy vol.3 – Year of the Scabs)

It’s all love!

Ian.

Why I Started Listening to Pop Music.

Let me say it straight.

I was pissed for a good fifteen years. I was straight pissed. Not just angry. I was as pissed off as could get. More than a few people, even in the hardcore scene, would say they had never seen rage like mine.

I was pissed. I was the guy who’d tell you Slipknot was for pussies. I listened to bands like Death Threat, One Life Crew, Blood for Blood and worse…shit I can’t even remember it was so obscure. (Pitboss 2000?!? 25 ta Life?!?!?!)

The kind of shows people got injured and others went to jail.

And I’m serious.

Im fucking glad I ain’t that guy anymore. Even Rollins and Iggy Pop ain’t that pissed.

There are still a million valid reasons to be angry at the world (Trump and the 1,2 trillion he shoveld into 2019 we’ll all pay for soon!).

Daily anger is not going to change any of that.

So I discovered pop. It’s cheezy, it’s easy, I think it’s hilarious and it makes me feel good.

I don’t give a shit. Give me Timbetlake, give me Ariana or Calvin Harris.

I don’t care. There is as much terrible punk out there as there is terrible pop. I just looking for love these days. I can’t do pissed anymore.

I mean, let’s get real…I’m no fool. I know theres still anger in me. It comes up sometimes and I still get surprised at the amount of pain I carry. But those of you who’ve known me for years will vouch for how far I’ve come.

Day to day…I wouldn’t trade my 30s for my 20s…never.

It’s all love, people.

Ian.