We first got to know Emily Haines sideways. She slipped quietly into the music we were listening to, singing on Stars’ “Going Going Gone” and “On Peak Hill,” gracing the only Broken Social Scene song I like, adding a lyrical dimension to “Stopwatch Hearts” by…
Open on a wide shot of CYBERSPACE. A vast field of dark gray filled with softly pulsing lights in every color: red, green, blue, orange, yellow, violet, white, amber, indigo. Some are just dots. Others are clusters, like snow-cones lit from within. Hairline glowing traces…
Toward the end of 1995, it suddenly hit me that I would probably never see her again. She was spending the next semester at another school, studying poetry under a mentor in the land of cows and sorority blondes and Amish people, and I would…