“Oh hey, there’s Mary-Kate,” is what I would say if Mary-Kate Edwards were here right now. But she’s not. Mary-Kate Edwards does not frequent my grandparents’ basement. She’s usually somewhere on Hunter Street playing music or at Traill College,...
Every night, in friendly little hippy bars and sketchy rock clubs with weird-smelling bathrooms; in coffee shops and on theatre stages, exciting things are happening in downtown Peterborough. Live music is happening. I’ve been covering the Peterborough music scene for...
A strange and bitter song captures an equally strange and bittersweet history. In January, X Factor star Rebecca Ferguson said she would sing at Donald Trump’s inauguration— on one condition. Ferguson demanded to perform Billie Holiday’s famous jazz tune “Strange...
This year has marked the 28th season of the annual Writers Reading Series at Traill College. Throughout the semester, the English Department creates a space in which students, faculty and members of the community can enjoy hearing an author...
So, you wake up hung-over. Mary-Kate’s show really showed you the ringer. You’re emotionally, physically, and mentally drained. It’s now Saturday. You want to die… That’s too bad. Get a Gatorade; eat some chicken fingers, and toughen the fuck up....
I made the crazy decision of staying in Peterborough for the summer. Although I have been writing multiple checklists of the things I want to pursue throughout the glorious months of sun and warmth, I know that my brain...
With additional reporting by Leina Amatsuji-Berry. With special thanks to Nick Ferrio for the photos and to Garbageface (Karol Orzechowski) for indispensable guidance. Crafting an accurate report on The Spill's closure is almost as hard as it is to bear the...
The opening night of the Peterborough Theatre Guild’s production of Anton Chekhov’s Three Sisters (1900-1901) was a resounding success. I revisited Chekhov’s text and it appears that director Jane Werger has put together a play faithful to the tone...
Local grown talent is my favourite kind to promote and observe because I feel like I’m rooting for a home team or the musical equivalent. There’s something very special in the type of pride one feels, knowing you saw...