Gord Downie is a part of me, his music is underlying in my psyche and I imagine it always will be. The back roads the Hip travelled musically showed me that it was alright to be dark, alright to go deeper, alright to walk that fine line between dark and light. It inspires me, it lets me get my rock on with my socks on. It haunts me and taunts me, jacks me up and pins me down. These men are genius, talent unbridled in a relentless pursuit of nirvana – pure rock and roll. I love them, they turn me on when I turn them up and they will always be Canada’s greatest Rock Band – no matter what.

Down the rabbit hole I slide

Chasing the dragon in my stride

Trying to fix what has gone wrong

Always slipping, never strong

My words they fall on deafened ears

The love we had it disappears

Try to regain what has been lost

But the words we speak are doused in frost

The rage and pain is what remains

As every conversation strains

There is no kindness, only shame

To find the one who is to blame

This love affair has run its course

And all that’s left is the divorce