Damian Purdy


Wild Things, I Think I Hate You

Like most people, I enjoy escaping to elaborately constructed fantasy worlds. I totally identify with Max, the protagonist of Maurice Sendak’s iconic 1963 picture book…



Static prevails

Send and Receive, Winnipeg’s annual festival of sound, is on again this week and there’s nary a hook, harmony or hand-clap to be heard. Instead,…


The Ultimate Downer

On the morning of April 5, 1994, Jarrod woke up wide-eyed. Believing that he could fly, the teenager convinced his father to drive him and…


Hirsute, heroic, and hot

War! Yes! Like most children of modern privilege, I’ve always had a naive fascination with war and, even more so, her heroes. Yes, those rugged…


The Fine Art of Finances

Most university students spend their academic careers elbow-deep in couch cushions, digging for bus fare and maxing out that “emergency” credit card their parents pay…


Six so so so super sincere songs

The Smiths — “Please Please Please Let me Get What I Want” Three “pleases” and not even one “pretty” from Morrissey, a grown man whose…



A new noise

Crowds. Lights. A new noise. I stumble into the Toad on Osborne. The vast hum of the outside world recedes behind me, overcome by the…