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HERE COMES THE COLD, DODODODO

by Adam M. Anklewicz

If you catch me in the summer, I’m usually miserable.  I can’t stand hot weather.  Toronto gets pretty damn hot in the summer, and the summers seem to be getting longer. The winter is my favourite season.  Snow is pretty (except for brown city snow), it’s a good temperature and if it’s too cold, wear an extra shirt… it won’t kill you to have a jacket and 18 shirts on! It might however kill you if you peel your skin off due to extreme heat.

There is however one thing that I do hate about the winter: concerts. I love going to concerts, just check out our reviews section for concerts and you’ll see how much I love going to concerts. What I hate is wearing a jacket at a concert. The heat is usually blasting in the venues to account for the doors opening and closing, the number of people filling those venues only make them hotter, and I’m stuck either holding my jacket uncomfortably, wearing it and sweating or paying a couple of dollars to have it checked… assuming the venue has a coat check.

I realised that this was coming when I walked out of my home to go see The New Pornographers and was very cold. I decided to rough it out… I didn’t want to wear a jacket. Then I got to the subway station and remembered that it’s always a long wait for either the Carlton streetcar or the Sherbourne bus. Again, I decided to chance it, mainly because I didn’t want to walk all the way back home to get my jacket. I was dumb, but I didn’t get sick, I wasn’t waiting too long, but I know it’s only going to get worse. December and January will have some good concerts I assume, and by then it’ll be freezing. I know Canadian Music Week will be cold during the first week of March and during that time I’ll spend as much time on public transit as I will in venues.

Maybe I’ll have to condition myself into believing I don’t need to even bother taking a jacket with me. Yeah, I know, that’s just stupid, but it’s damn inconvenient.
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