My favourite music-related films

The Doors – I must preface this section by noting that I strongly dislike Val Kilmer. With that being said, his performance as Jim Morrison was fantastic in this biopic. Kilmer studied the singer/poet’s mannerisms and speech, and spent hours practicing his singing.

Apparently, Morrison’s loved ones were not pleased with the way the late musician was depicted in the film. Patricia Kennealy-Morrison – Jim’s supposed “high-priestess, pagan wife” – was also critical of how she was portrayed in the film, even though she actually makes a cameo appearance.

The Buddy Holly Story – When my fiancé told me that Gary Busey played Buddy Holly in a film, I had to see it for myself. Originally released in 1978, Busey was nominated for an Academy Award for his portrayal of the revolutionary musician. Beginning in Holly’s hometown of Lubbock, Texas, and ending during Holly’s final performance, the film takes viewers through the young musician’s life.

Tragically, Holly was killed in a plane crash when he was only 22 years old, and his pregnant wife miscarried their only child soon after.

The original movie poster for The Buddy Holly Story.*

Foo Fighters: Back and Forth – I am not too proud to admit that I have the biggest girl crush on Dave Grohl. When I saw him perform in Winnipeg a number of years ago, I thought I would melt each time he unleashed the “Grohl growl.” This documentary chronicles the history of the band from its beginnings – when Nirvana split after the suicide of Kurt Cobain – to present day. We learn more about each member of the band, as well as learn about past band members. If you’re a rock music fan, this documentary is definitely for you.

It Might Get Loud – Question: What do Jimmy Page, the Edge and Jack White have in common? Answer: They are all total shredders on guitar. The recently released documentary, It Might Get Loud, follows all three men and chronicles the evolution of their respective guitar styles. It includes both interviews with each musician and jam sessions where they teach each other new tunes. This is a documentary you’ll want to have in your movie collection forever, and you’ll watch it over and over again.

Queen Rock Montreal – This is the DVD version of the live album released by English rock band Queen. The original Montreal concert was help on November 24 – 25, 1981, which was exactly 10 years to the date before lead singer Freddie Mercury died of complications from AIDS. The DVD is complete with lights, intense sound and Mercury running around in ridiculously tight white pants. It’s an example of both the talent of Queen and the glorious times of the 80s.

Ray – This is probably the best biopic ever made about a musician. It chronicles the life of blind pianist Ray Charles as he struggles to become famous while battling both drug addiction and the difficulties of segregation. Jamie Foxx played the title character, and he took home the Academy Award for Best Actor as a result. Foxx was accompanied by an ensemble cast filled with strong performers, making Ray even more entertaining to watch.

Jamie Foxx as Ray Charles.*

Walk the Line – The performances of both Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon made this film come alive for me. Witherspoon took home the Academy Award for Best Actress for her portrayal of June Carter Cash, someone whose performances she studied for hours prior to filming. Walk the Line is based on the tumultuous and troubled life of Johnny Cash, and if you’re a music lover, it is a must-see.

*Images taken from Google.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."

... and Charles Dickens definitely knew what he was referring to with that particular sentiment.

‘Sarah’s Key’ by Tatiana de Rosnay

Recently, I have started to spend my weekends hunting through the Bargain Books section at McNally Robinson.

Part of me is in search of unique holiday presents for family and friends, but a larger part of me is looking for myself. Regular-priced novels are something that I usually don’t purchase, due to the fact that I am a RIDICULOUSLY FAST READER. I’ll spend $35 on a hardcover, and I’m finished in an afternoon. For some people, spending the money is worth it. For me, it isn’t.

My McNally book hunts have taken me in a lot of different directions. About a month ago, I purchased Gonzo, a biography about Hunter S. Thompson. Then, I went on a Philippa Gregory splurge, and purchased four titles by the historical fiction author. Last weekend, I came across the novel Sarah’s Key by French author Tatiana de Rosnay, and it was fantastic.

The cover of Sarah's Key. It has recently been made into a movie as well...

The novel cycles back and forth between two different stories. The first is about a 10-year-old girl named Sarah. She is a French-born Jewish girl living in Paris during the Second World War. In the middle of the night, the French police bang on her door and demand the family leaves their home at once. Convinced she would only be gone for a short period of time, Sarah locks her four-year-old brother Michael in a hidden cupboard. Pocketing the key, she promises she will return soon to set him free.

The second story is about Julia, an American-born journalist living in Paris. Set in modern-day Europe, Julia prepares to move into a newly-renovated apartment with her French husband and teenage daughter. However, a story Julia has been chosen to write for a local newspaper unknowingly connects Julia’s new apartment with Sarah’s past 60 years prior.

The central event that both stories revolve around is the Vel' d'Hiv Roundup. It was a Nazi decreed raid and mass arrest in Paris by the French police on July 16-17, 1942. The aim of the roundup was to decrease the Jewish population in occupied France. Over 13,000 people – mostly women and children – were rounded up and given little time to collect personal belongings before being whisked away into the night.

Most of the arrested people were taken to the Vélodrome d'hiver. It was a large recreational facility primarily used for biking, and was located near the Eiffel Tower. The arrested Jews were held prisoner in the stifling-hot facility. They had no lavatories: of the 10 available, five were sealed because their windows offered a way out and the others were blocked. There was only one water tap, and food was infrequently available. Those who tried to escape were shot on the spot, and a number of people took their own lives.

French Jews held prisoner, circa 1942.*

After five days, the prisoners were hustled into city buses and transported out of Paris. They were first taken to internment camps on the outskirts of the city, and were later distributed to extermination camps. The majority ended up at Auschwitz.

The Vel' d'Hiv Roundup is an event that most people know little about. When I visited Paris in 2009, my hotel was located blocks from where the biking facility once stood. I had no idea such a tragedy occurred, and if I did, I would have made sure I took a moment to walk by the site where so many people suffered.

Sarah’s Key is a tribute to the families who were taken from their homes on July 16, 1942, never to return. It is a somber, graphic and heart wrenching story, and I guarantee you will feel haunted after reading it. With that being said, I believe it is a magnificent and important novel that sheds light on a less-known yet equally tragic event that took place during the Second World War.

Read it. McNally Robinson’s Bargain Books section is waiting for you…

*Images taken from Google.

I want you to want more…

A few weeks ago, I was invited to be the guest speaker at a book club meeting.

Somehow, the stars had all aligned at the proper moment, and Pieces was selected as the book everyone in the club would read. Nine copies were purchased at McNally Robinson Booksellers, and when everyone finished reading, they wanted to meet me.

Flattering, right?

Obviously I said yes, and I also brought my mom along for the ride. It’s her family history too, and she offers a unique perspective. The novel I wrote is historical fiction, which means it’s based on fact but some sections have been made up. Mom knows the story as it actually happened, and I knew she would be a great addition to the evening.

Well, let’s just say the club asked a lot of tough questions…

As a writer, I want a certain amount of mystery to remain with the reader after they have finished the book. I don’t want to give it all away, and it’s a good thing for people to want to know more. If a reader were to finish a book and say “that was a decent story, but I never need to think about it again” the writer has failed.

Everyone in the club wanted to know more, which was fantastic to see. It became difficult, however, when they wanted to know specific details that I wasn’t particularly interested in sharing. I never stated that the content of Pieces is 100 per cent accurate. As I mentioned at my launch, it was necessary to take certain liberties with characters and events because all the people who could confirm what I needed to know were dead.

The club wanted to know what I had made up and what was real. I told them a few things, but tried to keep the rest back. They pushed, and I pulled. Mom provided a bit of additional information – some of it being details that I didn’t even know – and in the end, I think the club was satisfied. They are now privy to SOME of the secrets of Pieces, without knowing everything.

Like I said, I want people to want to know more.

Participating in a book club meeting was a great experience, and it taught me a lot. I learned that I actually do need to prepare answers to questions ahead of time if I don’t want to be stuck. I also learned that people will not give up asking a question if they really want to know the answer.

Finally, I learned that the club truly enjoyed my book. I’m pretty sure they would have told me if they didn’t, and knowing I wrote something people take pleasure in is the highest form of flattery a writer can receive. I hope they weren’t too disappointed that I didn’t answer every single question they asked.

But, in the end, a girl’s gotta keep some secrets to herself…

Remembering NOT to forget

The following was a CreComm journalism assignment I wrote on November 11, 2009. I think it's one of the best stories I've ever written, and I'll let it speak for itself...

Remembrance Day at the Minto Armouries was celebrated by hundreds of sombre men, women, and children. They crowded the main floor and filled the balcony, eager to find a decent spot to watch the ceremony. Military personnel wearing formal uniforms, camouflage, and kilts stood in formation and awaited instructions. Many people in the audience wept throughout the ceremony, especially during the moments of silence.

Sgt. Smith, from the Queens Own Cameron Highlanders, quietly explained that attendance at this year’s ceremony was down. “There are fewer people this year than last, and I believe that is directly related to H1N1,” he said. “But since our troops entered Afghanistan in 2002, many more people have started coming. I’ve attended for 35 years, and it’s moving to see that people care enough to come to a ceremony.”

The young Air Cadets were among the many uniformed personnel who stood in formation on the main floor. Trevor Malcolm, a former cadet instructor, explained that his favourite part of the ceremony was watching the youths break formation.

“We count every year,” he explained. “They have to stand at attention for the whole ceremony, and many start to get dizzy and sick. They are instructed to go down on one knee when they can’t stand anymore, and someone comes to get them.” A number of officers swarmed the area, waiting to rescue anyone who began to sway.

In total, 28 white-faced cadets were removed during the ceremony.

“We think it’s a metaphor,” said Malcolm’s wife, Nancy. “They drop so quickly. But, in an actual war or conflict, that’s how quickly a soldier dies. One second they are fine, the next they are dead. It’s sad... so very sad.”

“It’s easy to forget about Remembrance Day, if you sit at home and don’t get involved,” she added. “But it’s important for everyone not to forget. These are our people, this is our history, and if we forget we’re destined to repeat the past.”

Note: All of the above names have been changed.

We have a date!!!

Mark your calendars people, because on Saturday, September 15, 2012, THIS GIRL is getting married :)

Yep, true story.

Believing in ghosts

When I was younger, I occasionally watched a popular daytime television program about a man who was a medium. During each half hour episode, the man would stand in front of an audience and call on specific individuals whose dead relatives were trying to make contact through him. I didn’t believe this program was legitimate, but like so many other people, I watched it nonetheless.

A few evenings ago, I encountered the new TLC program Long Island Medium. It is similar to what I watched as a child, except it follows the modern and highly-popular reality TV format. A camera crew follows Theresa Caputo – the medium – through her everyday activities, including appointments with customers, errands, trips to the gym and evenings out with her husband and friends.

Unfortunately, spirits seems to follow Theresa wherever she goes. As a result, she ends up talking to random people on the street about their dead relatives. It’s an interesting show, and I would like to believe that it’s real, but I have such a difficult time accepting supernatural television shows as legitimate.

First of all, anything can be edited out. We may see the occasions when Theresa gets it right, but there could be a thousand more occasions where she gets it wrong.

Second, any encounter can be edited to look different than it really is. The audience may think the recipient of the reading is satisfied, when in reality he or she is highly disappointed with the results.

Last, it is quite possible that the entire program is set up. The staff could research each person who receives a reading ahead of time, and provide Theresa with information.

Note: I’m pretty sure this last point isn’t true, because TLC is a reputable television network. I don’t think they would intentionally mislead audiences, but one never knows…

So why am I writing a blog post about a television show, you might wonder. Good question. I’m not really sure either. All I know is that I want to be a believer in mediums and spirits, but I’m definitely a sceptic. And, when I see television programs like Long Island Medium, I think it makes it even more difficult for me to believe that a medium could be legitimate.

Theresa Caputo, I guess you’re going to have to pay me a visit in person before I believe in your “gift.”

McDonald's complaint letter

I wrote the following letter - and mailed it - earlier this month. I've decided to post it because I didn't receive a response from the company. Maybe now I will...

McDonald's Restaurants of Canada Ltd. 


McDonald's Place


Toronto, ON

M3C 3L4

October 3, 2011

Dear sir/madam:

I would like to begin this letter by making it clear that this is the first time I have written to a company with a complaint. Usually, I simply explain my grievance to as many people as possible, and hope that word of my frustration spreads. This time, however, I feel it is necessary to ensure my voice is heard.

For the last eight years, I have not eaten fast food at any chain restaurant – McDonald’s included. It is not a type of meal that appeals to me.

This past summer, I discovered your Dollar Drink Days promotion. It was an unusually hot July afternoon, and my coworker took me through the drive thru. She ordered me a vanilla iced coffee – even though I politely declined – and grudgingly I drank it.

It might have been a combination of the heat, my overall exhaustion, or the employee who mixed the drink, but I can honestly say it was the best iced coffee I have ever had in my entire life. Period.

I have driven to McDonald’s (even when the nearest location was nowhere near my destination) almost every single day since that initial encounter in July. My purchase is the same every time – a large vanilla iced coffee – and some of the employees at the branch near my home have even started to recognize me. I realize that I’m not buying full meals from you, but I am still a paying customer who likes a product.

Enter my frustration.

After work today, I drove through McDonald’s as I normally do to order my iced coffee for the drive home from work. When I was handed the beverage, I knew something was wrong immediately. The liquid was completely discoloured, and looked more like milk chocolate than the caramel tone I was accustomed to.

I asked the employee at the window if something was off with the beverage. He rolled his eyes, curtly replied “no,” and shut the window. As I explained earlier in this letter, I really enjoy your product, so I knocked on the window. When the employee opened it, I asked if he could remake my drink. He rolled his eyes again, and said “lady, there is nothing wring with it.” Then, he closed the window again.

Fuming – and slightly embarrassed at having been denied – I drove away. Sticking the straw into the drink as I entered rush hour traffic, I took a cautious sip.

Awful. Simply awful.

The coffee was either burnt or very, very old. Either way, it was definitely not drinkable. I considered turning around and returning to the McDonald’s branch, but decided against it. At that point, I just wanted to get home. I also decided against calling the branch and complaining, because I didn’t want to encounter another employee who was as rude as the one at the drive thru window.

All I purchase at McDonald’s is iced coffee. It is the best I have ever had – until today – and rivals every single high-end coffee shop I have ever visited. McDonald’s is pushing to be recognized as a coffee shop in addition to a restaurant, and I was on board with this shift. Now, I am frustrated and unsure how to proceed.

I don’t know if I will continue to purchase iced coffee at your branches anymore. I’m very disappointed – both in my treatment by your employee and in the condition of the beverage I purchased. It should have been a no-brainer – make the customer happy and mix another drink.

My email address is amanda.hope@live.com. I would love to hear from you.

Sincerely,

Amanda Hope

I forgot about Philippa Gregory!

In my haste to graduate, find a job, buy a car and start a little life, I neglected to resume reading the work of one of the greatest historical fiction writers of this generation.

Known primarily by non-historical fiction readers for her widely-popular The Other Boleyn Girl, Gregory has written eight additional novels including The Constant Princess, which I just finished last night. This novel chronicles the life of a character I haven’t really thought about previously – Katherine of Aragon, Henry VIII’s first wife – and shines light on her life.

Tudor England is the period Gregory focusses on in most of her novels. The illustrious reign of King Henry VIII is infamously filled with love, sex, drama, violence and vengeance. Throughout his 38 years as ruler, women were constantly vying for his affections – and, of course, the title of Queen. It was a time when one woman could be unceremoniously dumped onto the street with a whispered word from another, which makes any story from this period fascinating reading.

The Constant Princess provides a fictionalized account of Katherine’s life, beginning when she was five years old and continuing until the beginning of the end of her marriage to Henry. The novel is filled with rich details and descriptive paragraphs, making it all too easy to believe that the Katherine portrayed in the novel was really what the Queen of England was like.

Throughout her career, Gregory has received quite a bit of criticism. Historians especially have chastised her for not sticking to history as much as she claims to. When I read accounts of people complaining that “it couldn’t have really happened like that,” I just laugh. We’re talking about people who lived in the 15^th century. We have no IDEA how it “really” happened.

I think that Gregory writes fantastic historical fiction. She does her research to ensure people, places, major events and incidents are correct and factual. Then, she takes everything she has read about a person and creates a character.

Katherine of Aragon’s character in The Constant Princess is believable and interesting. It makes me want to learn more. Next, I plan to read The Boleyn Inheritance, and I’m sure it will be just as fantastic – if not better.

Weddings: what is right?

Over the past few years, I have attended a number of weddings. I am one of those people who cry during the ceremony – whether I know the couple well or not – so it’s no surprise that I’ve enjoyed myself at each and every event.

What I’ve found interesting is that each wedding I attended was so completely different from all of the others. I think I’ve seen a complete range – from inexpensive yet personal, to thoroughly expensive and trendy. This range of experiences has left me highly confused, and I honestly have no idea what the “right” type of wedding consists of.

Four years ago, my friends Matt and Leah were married. They were the first of our friends to tie the knot, so they had the daunting task of planning the first wedding. Deciding to be unique and original, their marriage ceremony was conducted amongst the ruins of the St. Boniface Monastery. And, to make the setting even more magical, the bride was escorted in via horse and carriage.

It was completely unorthodox, yet inexpensive, gorgeous and magical.

A few months ago, friends Tyler and Kristen were married at St. Luke’s Anglican Church on Nassau Street. The church was chosen specifically for its aesthetic value, because it boasted gorgeous, stained glass windows, a long, center aisle, and a collection of church bells to announce the exit of the newly-married couple.

It was also unorthodox, as neither bride nor groom actually attends that particular church, yet it was definitely magical.

And a few weekends ago, friend’s Kelvin and Tavia were married in the bride’s childhood Catholic church. It was her Reverend who conducted the ceremony, and members of her congregation who led the audience in song and prayer. The ceremony was very traditional, but that is exactly what the couple wanted.

When thinking about the reception, I have experienced everything, including local community centres, banquet halls in hotels, church basements and country clubs. There have been cash bars, open bars, gigantic centrepieces, colourful cakes, dessert bars and even candy and chocolate buffets.

There seems to be no guidelines whatsoever when it comes to the reception, and anything a person imagines can be created.

I will admit... I really DO care about the cake...

So what is considered to be an acceptable cost for a 20-something’s wedding in the 21^st century? According to Wiki Answers, anywhere between $25,000 – 50,000 is acceptable for the “common person.” A friend who is currently in the process of planning his wedding told me that $12,000 (including honeymoon) was what his day will cost.

I like the second option much better…

I guess there really is no right or wrong answer, and each couple is free to plan (and spend) what works for them. In the past, a wedding has been an illustration of the wealth of the couple – and their parents. Not anymore. Personally, I think I’m making a more positive example of my financial situation by holding a thrifty yet personal wedding while saving enough money to purchase a house soon after my nuptials.

Are publicized death images necessary?

A few months ago, my childhood friend Mac went back to Afghanistan for his second tour with the Canadian Military.

Before he left, we said a lengthy goodbye. What began as a light-hearted “remember the time when…” chat turned into a detailed discussion about war, its destruction and the people who are left behind to pick up the pieces.

We began talking about various dictators of the 21^st century – a topic that was prompted by the capture and death of Osama bin Laden. At the time of our talk, it had only been a few months since his death, meaning the knowledge of his departure was still reasonably fresh in both our minds.

This topic then lead us to discuss our feelings about the publication of high-profile death photographs, videos and images. It is a subject that I’m sure everyone has an opinion about, and if we consider the recently-published gruesome death photos of Muammar Gaddafi, it’s definitely topical.

In the case of Osama bin Laden – who was shot and killed on May 2, 2011 – the actual photographs of his dead body were withheld from both the public and the media. Many factors have been stated as the reason U.S. President Obama decided not to publish the images, including fears it would show a lack of respect and could lead to an angry backlash from extremists.

Makes sense to me.

Next, remember Saddam Hussein. The Iraqi government openly released a video of his December 30, 2006 hanging. In addition, a low-resolution cell phone video capturing Hussein both before and after the execution was illegally downloaded to YouTube, and I believe it’s still available if you search hard enough. Finally, the Iraqi government also released post-mortem photos of Hussein’s body in a shroud.

Was all that really necessary?

We can also take a brief break from dictators and turn to celebrities. Dr. Conrad Murray is still on trial for involuntary manslaughter as a result of singer Michael Jackson’s suspicious death on June 25, 2009. During his trail a few weeks ago, post-mortem autopsy photos of Jackson were shown in the courtroom. Later, they were released to the media and are still available online today.

The photos of the deceased Jackson are sad, disgusting and uncomfortable to look at. Even though it was necessary to show them in court to illustrate Jackson’s health prior to his death, there was no reason for them to be published for the whole world to see.

People – as a general rule – have a fascination with morbidity. We rubber neck while driving past a car accident, and we stop and stare at a homeless person asleep on the sidewalk. It’s just our nature. I’ve been guilty of staring at a few awful things in my day, and I’m willing to admit that I’ve been appallingly fascinated. But just because we’re interested doesn’t mean it is the right thing to do...