That time of year

Summer appears to be over. Sure, it's not snowing, but it's breezy and chilly. It's around this time of the year -- actually around the time the CNE runs in Toronto, usually -- that I get this unsettled, quasi-nostalgic, implied-panicky feeling. Something to do with the change of the season. Perhaps echoes of back-to-school time. I dunno, but I'm always reminded of a bit of the Rush song Time Stand Still (Hold Your Fire, 1987):

Summer's going fast, nights growing colder

Children growing up, old friends growing older

Freeze this moment a little bit longer

Make each impression a little bit stronger

Experience slips away

Experience slips away...

The innocence slips away

And though I'm not one to fill my blog with song lyrics, I thought I'd share another song that's been running through my head lately. Underwhelmed, by Halifax heroes Sloan.

She was underwhelmed, if that's a word

I know it's not, 'cause I looked it up

That's one of those skills that I learned in my school

I was overwhelmed, and I'm sure of that one

'cause I learned it back in grade school

When I was young

She said, "You is funny"

I said, "You are funny"

She said, "Thank you"

and I said, "Nevermind"

She rolled her eyes

Her beautiful eyes

The point is not the grammar

It's the feeling

That is certainly in my heart

But not in hers

But not in hers

But not in hers

But not in hers

But not in hers

We were talkin' about people that eat meat

I felt like an ass 'cause I was one

She said, "It's okay," but I felt like

I just ate my young

She is obviously a person with a cause

I told her that I don't smoke or drink

She told me to loosen up on her way to the L.C.

She skips her classes and gets good grades

I go to my courses rain or shine

She's passin' her classes while I attend mine

While I attend mine

While I attend mine

While I attend mine

While I attend

She wrote out a story about her life

I think it included something about me

I'm not sure of that but I'm sure of one thing

Her spelling's atrocious

She told me to read between the lines

And tell her exactly what I got out of it

I told her affection had two F's

Especially when you're dealing with me

I usually notice all the little things

One time I was proud of it, she says it's annoying

She cursed me up and down and rolled her R's, her beautiful R's

She says I'm caught up in triviality

All I really wanna know is what she thinks of me

I think my love for her makes me miss the point

I miss the point, I miss the point

I miss the point, I miss the point

I miss the point, I miss the point

I miss the point, Hey mister

Sloan plays the Halifax Commons on September 23rd. The Rolling Stones are also on the show.

Watch for updates soon on BigAssSuperstar: Un-Weighted. The weigh-in and measurements could happen as soon as tonight, with working out starting as soon as tomorrow.