Posts tagged Rip.
Something - Paul McCartney (Cover).
George Harrison died today in 2001. I never knew the guy but his music changed my life forever—enough that I’d skip school to listen to his music all day back then. So I guess, thanks.
In 1993, I was in my second year of university in Toronto, living in the Ryerson residence on the 10th floor; one of those apartment-style spaces where five bedrooms shared a kitchenette, two bathrooms, and a living space. There was a federal election going on at the time, and one day there’s a knock at the door and I answer it and it’s a kid — well, somebody around my age, so a “kid” from my perspective now — asking how I’m going to vote.
So I tell him I don’t know and he asks if I’ve considered voting NDP and I say not really, and he says I should, and we have a short conversation, and I wind up asking him I-don’t-remember-what. I was being an ass at the time, I’m pretty damn sure, and probably just trying to stump this person for the sake of stumping them.
Whatever it was, I stumped him. And he says “hang on a minute, I’ll go get Jack.” And he leaves.
Five minutes later, another knock on the door, and it’s Jack Layton. He introduces himself and I invite him into my shitty residence common space and he comes in and sits down and we have a ten-minute conversation. I’m 20, I’m a shitty kid that doesn’t know anything about anything, and he comes in and sits down and treats me as seriously as a Fortune 500 CEO or a labour leader or whoever the hell.
On the way out, he gives me a tea towel with his picture printed on it, riding information, all that. I’m a bit baffled, and he says “I was thinking before the election of how wasteful all those posters are, and thought it might be a good idea if I gave people something useful for a change.”