Toronto: The Rex

toronto It’s new years eve. Margaret is dancing with a man she met here this evening. Julie is watching me watching the dancers. Julie gets me up dancing to a slow song. After a minute she says “things don’t always work out the way you want them to.”

Julie wants me to go to Africa with her. I’m game until she tells me her motivation is to get a new perspective on her life. I tell her to go to Sarnia to sort her life out and then I’ll be ready to go with her to Africa. Julie goes to Africa alone and ends up living in Zimbabwe for a number of years.

They won’t look at each other. They won’t speak to each other. They scowl as the Swing Shift Big Band plays happy music. I find them as jarring and incongruous as the siren passing outside. “That’s why the lady is a tramp.”

Julie and I discover jazz at the Rex when students from the Seneca music programme are here blowing the roof off.

“Aint that a kick in the head.”