The times will never stop changing. Change is the most undeniable aspect of existence. But we struggle and try to hold it back, clinging to the familiar, trying to arrest the river in its flow.

I have a Yamaha guitar that I have owned for over 10 years, and it has exactly one tiny mark on it. One that no one would ever notice, but I remember the night I banged it into a mike stand, and it got this tiny little mark on the side of the neck, on the white binding. You'd think it was new if you took a quick look.

I have not managed to preserve myself quite so well as I have the guitars, but have done not too badly.

There's a Martin too, but it's almost new. Sounds like a million dollars, that one.

Singing, singing, singing. Must've sung a million songs. I want to hear Angels sing again. I heard that a couple of times, back in the 70's.

Still have no idea why that happened, but there was no mistaking the sound when you heard it.

Shane is the compendium of the small-town Ontario lowlife, a species that haunts cheap bars and downtown sidewalks, harassing women, committing petty crimes, getting arrested, dealing dope, and living in misery. When you have that little really going for you, a rich fantasy life can put a bit more of a glow on things. What is likeable about these guys, though, is...they are more or less innocent. They basically just don't know any better.