The Simpson Blog

Right now, Gord Downie is leading The Tragically Hip through the band's final concert. I'm watching it live on TV, despite never having be been a Hip fan. I certainly could have been. They're very good, but I never gave them a chance.  "He's never going to make that tour," said Amanda when she found out, along with the rest of Canada, that Downie had brain cancer.  She wasn't talking out of her ass with the comment. Her dad, Gary, died of the same kind of tumour. A GBM, glioblastoma multiforme. Amanda was as close to her dad's care as I was to hers. So, I know she learned a lot about GBMs. How they grew, how they were treated, and how fast they killed.  "He's not going to survive that long," she figured, but she gave Gord a ton of credit for planning one last tour given what he was facing.  Amanda died. Gord went on tour. He's performing like a pro. Sure, he has teleprompters all over the stage showing him the lyrics, but Elton John d

If we burn our wings Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it’s begun If the dream is won — Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride — Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There’s only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory All the sacrifice in vain If love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost - Rush, "Bravado" I've held off posting this song for a long time. It was on my mind so many times over the past few years.