Crossing At The Light

Maybe we’re just a couple of cars

Crossing at the light

One look and that’s it

Off into the night

Remembered when I didn’t know a thing

When there were open skies

The road was eternal

No graves for dreams

I was wanted in so many places

But only wanted to be one

The morning air was crisp

But the night got hazy

Suddenly I woke up this morning

And saw no tomorrow

People I knew had come

And gone

The heart was anchored

By some knowledge past

The sails flattened

No wind in the sound

The ship was moored

Like a permanent restaurant

Until health code officials

Would take it away

These places, these faces

Were once dreams come true

Today a Paradise Lost

Waiting for a new dream

To take its place

Fire fire burning bright

Embers floating into the night

Melted Ice

When I was in high school, in art class, I sculpted action scenes on ice influenced by Ken Danby.  Recently, I remembered that inspiration as I mapped where  historical goalie masks were worn. 

Hockey was this cool. 

I was one of those fans who memorized stats on hockey cards. 

Ken Dryden's hockey stick traveled from the Montreal Forum by train to my street on Sunset Avenue in Windsor, Ontario, when I was 4, after a game. And that is how I became a Montreal Canadiens fan.  

While playing defense, I learned from Bobby Orr whose hockey card was the first I ever had. I followed photos of his book showing his moves and Gordie Howe's book on how to use your elbows in the corners. Going to high school by bus, I'd stop in every morning at my neighbor's house. My friend's Dad later became the first referee inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame. And this is a true story. Matt Pavelich was the one who picked up Bobby Orr's puck for that famous flying leap goal and was the only one on the ice not photographed.

Religiously I watched hockey twice a week on TV  - and even listened to games on Radio Canada. I went so far as to learn French (my best grade) to do so. I even wrote speeches in French about hockey. You probably could not even name something else I loved more in life.

Sure there were tough times.  Just ask any Toronto Maple Leafs fan and all the owners they've seen since 1967. The last time they won a Cup, television was still in black and white. And City Hall was at a different location for the Stanley Cup parade. 

And that's nothing for tough times. Just ask any Alan Eagleson client. Just ask Bobby Hull, Bobby Orr, Darryl Sittler or Ted Lindsay.  

Sometimes it got so tough, the game no longer mattered.

Just ask Sheldon Kennedy or boys who worked as ushers at Maple Leaf Gardens. Just ask Theo Fleury. 

There have been  parents wanting their kids to be so perfect nothing else mattered.  

We also know every sudden death on or off ice. It's one of the few places in life where almost every fan knows every car accident, heart attack, skate cut, plane crash or cancer battle involving someone in hockey. Now that's tight-knit.    

* * * 

Through thick and thin, my love for hockey continued strong through all of this. Hockey  gave me something, nothing else did. 

I still arrived at the rink at 5 am before 6 am practice for extra ice time.  I was not a Wayne Gretzky fan but admired his work ethic to skate 3 hours daily on his hockey pond in Brantford. 

Later in life, next to me at a sports bar on Robson Street in Vancouver, I heard a man speak in French on his cell phone and saw scars on his face. I asked him, "Did you play hockey." He replied, "I used to." He was watching Dallas vs Detroit on TV. I then replied, "I used to pretend to be you...Whatever happened to Dan Daoust?"  Habs captain Guy Carbonneau, who taught me how to block shots,  replied, "That was a long time ago."  I then said, "I still remember your last goal."  I re-enacted it at the bar scoring while on one knee on the floor. OT!  He got a kick out of it. That's what dreams are made of. 

Later on in life, I even worked with an NHL team to launch the 1st Pay-Per-View hockey game online. The fans stayed on for four hours!  We added interviews from the Legends of Hockey. They were glued to the screen.    

* * *

I am not sure when NHL hockey eroded its relationship with me. 

Was the loss of Winnipeg or Quebec the start? Was it The Cup not coming back to Canada (20 years and counting). Leafs fans will also remember how they got cheated on Wayne Gretzky's high stick on Doug Gilmour  the last time the Cup was in Canada (1993).  It was like the NHL wanted to usher a win for Los Angeles. 

Was it bankers and sponsors dominating the rinks? Or expansion to the desert and Gulf of Mexico? Perhaps it was expansion into summer games for a winter sport. Or loyalty getting traded every year for money. 

The word "rival" (synonym "passion") 

has been lost from the hockey dictionary. 

Was it the 2004 strike, with the Cup staying two years in the Gulf of Mexico to remind us what hockey had become: For snowbirds, not ice men. This all added up to one thing. I didn't miss 2012 at all because of the strike. 

Perhaps even climate change causing the slow extinction of outdoor hockey rinks in Southern Ontario had something to do with it. 

Today Gretzky would have nowhere to skate outside everyday.  Hockey talent will erode as a result. 

This is where Gary Bettman is wrong to compare the NHL to other sports. It isn't. 

I've played all major sports and followed them hard as a fan.  To love hockey, we need outdoor ice, and winter magic. We need players and owners who reflect the fresh snowfall and "bring a lunch pail to work" to quote one former NHL GM.  We want to smell hot chocolate not money at the rink.

* * *

The players and owners don't get it. Fans don't care about your multi-million dollar salaries, TV eyeballs or skyrocketing ticket and concession stand prices. The hardcore fans don't care about hockey for status.   Stats yes, status no. We are not bankers or sponsors.  We care about something else.  The Game.

If you were to ask me a decade ago if losing interest in NHL hockey  was in the cards for me, I'd say absolutely not. Are you crazy?  I learned nearly every small town in Canada through hockey because that town had a team. And each player had a dream of being in the NHL. 

So what happened? Maybe I don't matter. I'm getting older. New fans don't remember the past.  I'm not a banker or free agent. I'm not a sponsor, rink ad or video game developer. I'm not even a hockey equipment rep.  I just loved hockey more than anything else in the world. 

When the Chicago Blackhawks traveled on bus to Gravenhurst, Ontario to surprise a grieving GM at his Dad's funeral,  immediately I thought, it's because of this team magic, they will win the Cup. And they did. Then business took over. Players got traded and who knows if they'll ever win in our lifetime again. The Cup is now in Hollywood.  



This is a true story. One day  goalie Andrew Raycroft then on Toronto Maple Leafs came into our sports bar in Toronto's Little Italy after another season over. I told him you gotta sign this card for good luck. It's for my friend Leo, a hardcore Leafs fan. He saw the Leafs win the Cup in 1967. Raycroft then says, Hal Gill must sign it. Gill signed it too and then got traded immediately and won the Cup next season!  

Just before my brother died of cancer at 29,  I recited the play-by-play of the Leafs beating Boston 8-2,  March 6, 2008, just like we did as kids.  It seemed like fantasy as they had never won so handily since...well, we couldn't remember.  I'll never forget his look of excitement and disbelief. "Leafs won, 8-2?!!!" Some of his last words in life. Leo and I earlier at our sports bar  had danced as if they had won the Cup. My brother would leave life on a high note.  The Leafs actually came through! I had driven through a stormy winter from New York to Toronto to make it back on time to see the game.

In 2006, we had a project to photograph true blue hockey fans at Air Canada Centre.  You'd figure it would be very easy to find a hardcore Toronto Maple Leafs fan going to a game.  The photographers took three times longer  to get the job done.  Two-thirds of the fans walking from Union Station to the game wore suits. No hockey jerseys. And this really sums it up. I don't enjoy going to a Canadian bank. 

I don't want to be a Toronto Maple Leafs fan watching the NHL's richest team only care about money and not care about losing. But I do love hockey. Take me to any amateur rink, any day of the week, and you can see my joy. Pure unadulterated joy. 

For The People Who Make The Soul Bigger

Weber Brothers at Great Hall, Toronto

Shai Peer, Ryan Weber, Sam Weber, Marcus Browne

For the people who make the soul bigger, who invite wall-to-wall exuberant people. For the people who give you so much more faith to drive further and farther. How cool is going into the Arctic with a band. 

Near Bowmanville 7am after leaving Peterborough 

For the ones who make your year every year.  For the Café in the Greenwich Village that has been family for so many years. Marcus Mumford agrees (this is home). For the music that leaves no questions asked. We believe. 

Kate Sland - Lamb's Club, NYC

Eric Frandsen - Caffe Vivaldi, NYC

For people who are still here after so many miles.

Jason Skiendziel at Scarlett Jane Home 

(Cindy Doire, Andrea Ramolo) 

Andrea Ramolo, Not My Dog, Toronto

For the new friend who’d I’d end up shovelin’ snow for before year-end. A friend is someone you can lose a bet to. 

Cameron House - Devin Cuddy Band

(Nichol Robertson, Devon James, Devin Cuddy) 

For the music she made so startling and the man who needed running shoes to tour with Neil Young and the Sadies. For the woman who didn’t know she’d be at the North Pole with a band in a few weeks…and some total stranger who sat in the picture who felt like we were his friends. That’s what music does.

Maia Davies, Bryan Boake, Anna Ruddick (top)

Loft 404 after party  in Toronto (bottom)

A dedication to all the good people out there and my late brother. Always. My Dad passed away. Ya I've had some downs with the ups. You helped me out.

Trish Robb Band at Pig's Ear (Peterborough), Peterborough Home, & Horseshoe Tavern

Chris Culgin (mandolin), Mike Duffield (drums), Travis Blodgett (upright)

"I could go east, I could go west, It was all up to me to decide." Here's to the new noise, the creatively exciting, the friendships that keep it rollin'.

Paul Reddick and Weber Brothers, Not MyDog, Toronto 

Stone Sparrows, Horseshoe Tavern

Oliver Ward, Meghan Patrick

Kayla Howran, Cameron House 

  

This year I saw friends both in the North Pole and the South Pole. A woman who meant so much, who lost half her family, even planted a flag for me far from anywhere I'd ever been. 

That was a tough 572 full-time days and only the inspiration of the stories kept me going.

Jump2Spot

For the names that are like magic words who can play 3 more shows after the show is over. What did he put in that guitar?

Sam Weber, Great Hall , Toronto

Melissa Payne and Trish Robb 

4am, Peterborough home

 That must have been  something, she had a lot of joy…and it keeps us waiting for the next show.

Sarah Burton, The Press Club, Toronto 

Melissa Payne (fiddle) at Pig's Ear (Peterborough) and Horseshoe Tavern (Toronto)

Trish Robb arms waving (2x)

You are home, I see it every night.

The many great moments. The people who make me turn to bigger chapters. 

For the East Village woman who made magic happen every Tuesday for many years in a basement theater.  For the voice who stopped a room and held great potlucks. For the man who brought me to Bruce Springsteen. You're not Going Down...For the woman who sung about going up the Elevator.  

And I still follow you Piano Player as you stretch your wings around the world.  For the one with the vibe, to see where the magic can go. 

For the woman who disappeared, leaving loved ones behind. We still search for you. 

For the Irish woman who wrote 3250 miles and the family that shows courage to be who you are. For the one who called everyday when everyday counted. For the Facetimer, who saw more, just to get it right.  For the ones who helped the harvest. And to the woman who lined up with me. You are dear.  Happy New Year.

Anna Ruddick (bass) with Joshua Cockerill and Greg Cockerill 

Dakota Tavern, Toronto 

Melissa Payne 

Horseshoe Tavern, Toronto 

This speech was inspired by people and photos auto-picked by Facebook's “See Your 2012 Year in Review.” There was an original status report with names that came with these lines. I added a few more, and I'm sure I could add more. And thanks K and D for understandin'. There's bigger in the world. 

I Howl

Who were “yo-yo-ed” around by people who didn't really know

But got paid to tell you

Who were taught  to believe as if you’d go along

Like it was an accepted medicine

Whose bad ideas achieved no goals

A placebo for you in the meantime

Who was diagnosed with TB for six months

And died of cancer

Who kept on saying yes, just to please you

But kept on doing no

Who took 7 months to open a bank account

Listening to a policy never made

Who made more rules everyday, new rules, unfinished 
To punish the minority, to punish the majority

Who took leave, but told no one

Just to keep in the loop

Who asked you to validate, validate – show us

With theories that have never come true

Who wanted numbers, numbers, number

Projections that show no map

Who gave bad instructions to fill in the space

When there was no map

Who took 2 years of our lives telling us what to do

When it takes 4 years to make something great

Who mostly had no answers 

But had a template 

Who was going along with a number in line

Unwaited, waiting to be served

Who took 16 hours, or 10 days, to get a refund

Spending more on gas

Who took 10 hours, after 10 years of loyalty,

To redeem  points for loyalty

Whose 3000 days of groceries, 80 days around the world, 
And drives going the distance, across the country, 20 times,

Got “clawed back” for loyallty

Who took 1 million dollars that was not theirs

But told themselves it was true

I slept in today and decided to write in pencil

I Howl

You turned me into something else 

World’s Largest Book?

This felt like a Great American Novel.

After writing more than 2.2 million words, I looked up what  was the world's longest book.

To my surprise, I had already surpassed Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time (~ 1.2 million words) and nearly doubled it in length.

I didn’t plan on writing so much, it just took on a life of its own. 

The idea was planted at Union Square in New York  City when an angel investor suggested we demo a new geo-tagging concept to make check-ins more interesting.

He left his wallet behind! 

He suggested we geo-tag stories around Union Square. “I wonder if Fred Wilson would mind if we called it Union Square, ” I quipped.  Wilson's company Union Square Ventures had funded Foursquare (as well as Twitter, Tumblr, Etsy and Kickstarter).  

I had already mocked up the format in HTML with stories at Caffe Vivaldi in Greenwich Village featuring Bob Dylan, Al Pacino, Larry David, Nobel Prize winner Joseph Brodsky, Woody Allen and Andy Warhol.   The design was later altered to look like this:

So one day, though it felt daunting, I wrote stories about nearly every address around Union Square and stitched them together on a writing platform as it was being built by my partner. We had to create an experimental geo-tagging tool and style guide. One in which pieces of the whole story could be viewed individually (and later viewed with GPS or searched by street address). 

It seemed painstaking –  100 pictures around Union Square with 6000 words took 12 hours  to geo-tag and post – but suddenly I was in a rhythm.  So I expanded, writing stories down Broadway, the spine of New York City.  Coincidentally, Broadway is also where most of New York City’s tweets originate.

Annotations on Broadway such as notable lyrics 

were also geo-tagged  @Broadway 

They say there's always magic in the air
But when you're walkin' down that street
And you ain't got enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere
~ George Benson

Seeing my face in lights
Or my name in marquees
Found down on Broadway
Even if it ain't all it seems
I got a pocket full of dreams 
~ Alicia Keys 

Undaunted, I kept on going. I wrote stories about places on New York’s un-numbered streets. It seemed an achievable goal with a finite number of mostly small streets.  When finished, I decided to write stories at New York’s dozen or so north-south avenues.  And finally numbered streets up to 59^th St.

To continue in this rhythm, I started writing “geo-stories” on topics of interest…where Beat Poets hung out, where movie or tv scenes were shot. For each story, I had to find an address, often matching historical artifacts with current street views to pinpoint an address. Soon nearly every street in Manhattan had a story in this Great American Novel.  Sometimes within a radius of  3 buildings there would be a dozen stories.

Bleecker Street story vein in Greenwich Village 

I layered stories trying to sequence them by historical times. Older stories became the bedrock of New York City. This book was chaptered by place and time, now with 25,350 places chronicled at 44,000 different times. Stories were original or curated, but always visually interesting or with an intriguing geo-narrative. 

In recent years, I had also curated contemporary visual stories daily and taken 100,000+ photos by phone (nearly 27,000+ posted on Facebook). I added the notable archives  to this atlas. Included was a  chronicle of  one Artist's journey across 480+ venues right from her birth as an Artist. Now, any musician could find cool music venues following her story trail. 

Soon I wrote about notable work  from around the world, including leading-edge  street art. It felt like a tone poem. 

This would be the world’s largest GPS atlas mapping stories. We called it Jump2Spot - you could jump to any spot and see stories nearby. Not just any stories, but stories worthy of sharing. 

Embedded were movie, music, writing, art and technology history atlases full of iconic stories. Every notable scene from all Godfather movies and the Bourne trilogy were even included.

An official high up on the Apple food chain one day attended a Robert Johnson tribute where I started writing this 2-million-word atlas. 

The venue owner said Steve Jobs email address could be looking at some of the work we’d been doing. This book started with a video of stories there,  helping to generate nearly $50,000 in donations for the venue. 

Steve Jobs was about doing the “insanely great.” 

But what could I do that Apple hadn't done? I decided to geo-tag an entire book to show the future of e-books. You could click links and see photos/maps as you read lines in a book. Neil Peart’s Ghost Rider came to mind because  it had 55,000 miles of places by motorcycle. I had planned to make this the world’s first geo-tagged book.  Anytime a place was mentioned by Neil Peart, I geo-tagged it, citing Peart’s writing there, and added a photo. Strangely, not one place he visited in 1997 from Quebec to Alaska had closed down since! Not even Penny’s Place, a roadside stand. 

Places are easier to remember to recall stories. A great way to index stories for recollection. Geo-annotating an entire book was very illuminating for archival methodologies. 

Steve Jobs passed away before I finished, so I switched gears. In tribute, I started to geo-tag the entire biography Steve Jobs by Walter Issacson. Passages from the book were typed, matched with a photo and map, anytime a place was mentioned.

I then moved onto writing about places in Daniel Lanois' Soul Mining which a friend had recommended.  Neil Peart, Steve Jobs and Daniel Lanois all had one thing in common. They all worked insanely hard. This pushed me to work even harder, harder than anything I'd ever done. 

I’d also been following data visualization artists intrigued by their "insane" work. I knew New York Times Data Artist in Residence  Jeremy Thorp from early Internet days and followed his work and then his peers.   Jeremy helped design the 9/11 Memorial  placement of names. His algorithm placed names in relation to where they last were – with “adjacencies” showing loved ones nearby. He was a poet with data. He's even been exhibited in New York's Museum of Modern Art. 

9/11 Memorial also allowed visitors

to post stories of where they were on 9/11 

In this data visualization movement was also Nicholas Felton who was behind Facebook Timeline. His Dad, like me, had been to Ali Shan. I experimented with his app Daytum to explore new geo-narrative structures - counting where inspiration happened most in my life. The stats actually surprised me. I had no idea until I counted my activities and mapped them. 

I liked Felton's idea of collecting data from scraps of his father's life (receipts, journals, photos etc) - collecting geo-artifacts - and generating a story.   This inspired Facebook Timeline. 

I knew I couldn’t visualize data to match the standards in this field or even work with someone who could. I had no rep in the field, and no skills for it yet.  So I asked myself, what could I do to create something special in data visualization? A line from my first computer science class came into my head: “Garbage In, Garbage Out.”  It dawned on me that most of the genius work I saw in the data visualization world depended on 3^rd party data - and mostly bulk stats. If I inputted higher quality geo-stories,  we could output higher quality visuals. But statistically, how many stories needed to be plotted on a map for a cool pattern to manifest? I had no idea.

So I continued typing, daily for 12 hours a day, for more than 5000 hours. For the first time, I saw how an artist like Michelangelo could keep on going at the Sistine Chapel. Soon this atlas could no longer be copied (not even by me). Retyping the whole project would be too difficult. You’d have to give up at least 2 years of your life.  I speed read and type fast. Slower speeds would need 4 years.

Sistine Chapel took Michelangelo four years to paint

July, 1508, to October, 1512

It helped that I was sequestered in a forest for a long journey of focus and rhythm. I saw more animals than people in my window.  This could not have been done in a city full of distractions.

Roger comes by daily.  This is today. 

Soon new findings started to emerge in the writing. I saw stories intersecting at the same address—connections not observed by any internet post out there.  Were they coincidences or not? I called them geo-patterns. Layers of stories at locations stitched together that arrived randomly but didn’t appear random.  Histories happened geographically in patterns. You can see this when plotting stories on a map. 

Andy Warhol's Factory moved  in a straight line. 

Charles Bukowski circled around Silver Lake in LA.  

This was the data visualization magic I had been looking for. It was unplanned and unforeseen. Something you could only see after geo-tagging thousands of stories. I was checking-in dead people to see what no one saw about their lives.  

I started to map stories chronicling the entire lives of various icons to look for more patterns: Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Sylvia Plath, Picasso, Hemingway, F Scott Fitzgerald , Joni Mitchell, Jack Kerouac (On The Road), Patti Smith (Just Kids), The Beatles (where every major song was written), Marilyn Monroe (photos), Julia Roberts   and more. I couldn't find any trace of Steve Jobs ever having been to Canada.  No US President in office had been to Canada for the first 147 years! 

I started to write about where notable works took place:  Frank Lloyd Wright and Frank Gehry buildings, photos of the most geo-tagged New Yorker (pre-1940)  Berenice Abbott, Monet paintings, every notable Al Pacino or RobertDeNiro movie scene, New York album covers, the world's most expensive photos and more

Many stories pointed to new story branches or cool factoids I never knew (even in stories I knew).  

1917 Littly Italy in Godfather 2 was on E 6th St

by Sidewalk Cafe between Ave A & Ave B in New York. 

As of today, 44,000  visuals are stitched together at 25,350 spots with 2.2 million words on 20,800 notable profiles.  In entries, it is already larger than the world’s first digital encyclopedia. I now wanted to create an “atlas of inspiration.” The more volume achieved, the more ambitious the goal could be. 

The most popular YouTube videos at nearly every notable New York venue were written about and geo-tagged. 

New scenes  (“new noise”) were written about: Stories of contemporary street artists, digital artists and musicians showcasing their leading-edge creative work. 

Jenny Holzer at Wawel Royal Castle. 

Her light projections were mapped 

Soon the most notable photogenic internet photos around the world were geo-tagged with stories. Curations by photography enthusiasts were very helpful. I had to look up the addresses for each photo. 

In Manhattan, you can see in this atlas where every notable writer, painter, film-maker or musician was and the history made there. They defined their locations with their stories. 

Greenwich Village has been a city of writers. 

I started to see that those who become “legends” or "icons" made history at 400+ locations -- people like Bob Dylan, Steve Jobs or  Buffalo Bill. Buffalo Bill had been to more cities than any other person I could find. And his travel was far from easy, travelling with several hundred people, 8000 seats and a lot of horses by train. He even built a city (Cody, WY).  His journey was hard to map. Many of the countries he'd visited had changed names.  

I discovered that outlaws like Bonnie and Clyde robbed mostly small towns and put them on the map. Towns whose stories we no longer hear about since then. I saw how so many blues players made quiet pilgrimages along blues trails. Even people I knew, I had no idea had done it.

I started to see that San Francisco, LA, Chicago, New York and the Delta were hubs for American storytelling. London and Paris dominated European storytelling.  Toronto and Vancouver became movie/music landscapes in Canada.

Some places like Paris had stories frequently added non-stop.

Other places had dry spells. 

Recurring themes emerged usually in movie, music, art, writing or  technology. They created  “the scene” for a moment in time in history.  

I recently wrote of First Nation communities whose stories are less documented and more mystical. Every story added new texture and ambiance.

Soon in our experimental writing platform, we could search stories by address. Or just click once on a phone and find stories nearby.  I started to think of news outlets that could catalogue notable news stories by street address. Forget Google Streetview…See Movie Streetview, News Streetview, Book Streetview, Art Streetview, Music Streetview…views of stories augmenting your path.

Billy Joel at 142 Mercer, NY, 

for album cover An Innocent Man (1983) 

These stories gave Streetview a 3^rd dimension.

So that is how this Great Novel kept on writing itself.

Editor's Note: Stayed tuned. See Mr. Wong dance on one tiny block with a lot of spirits of the past. We will be visually geo-collaging these stories.