There’s nothing like a heartfelt song to induce waves of nostalgia.

Who: Helen Humphreys, Kingston-based writer and Queen’s English department’s writer-in-residence.

Maybe you haven’t heard of him, but chances are Gentleman Reg has worked with artists you know and love.

Our petty lives can be reduced to stitching together a disparate set of perceptual swatches.

I pictured Slim Twig standing casually, wearing slippers and sweats, in a cozy kitchen as we chatted over the phone.

These days even the most fluorescent- and neon-clad of indie adolescents would have a devil of a time denying that the Midland musical associates Born Ruffians are indeed the cats pyjamas, as it were.

The more Alfred Fisher talks about his art, the more I realize how irrelevant it is to categorize it, to place it under the banner of “avant-garde” simply because it’s challenging.

Ale House is a strange venue choice for a band whose latest album invokes images of rock stars far too cool for a place where the most fake-tanned and underdressed occupants of Kingston spend their evenings.

Despite dismally cold weather and an ill-timed fire alarm interruption during the main speaker’s set, the Anti-Racist Thoughts Showcase (A.R.T.S.) carried on.

Dear Ms. Holmes,
Just between us girls, sometimes I wonder why you jumped onto the one-wheel-short-of-functional Tom Cruise bandwagon. I would imagine the man is quite the charmer and when it comes to oral hygiene he is, indeed, peerless. But don’t his abysmal attempts at Oscar-snatching grow tiresome and just a little pathetic after awhile? I hope the one dimension that he has repeatedly brought to the big screen lately doesn’t also infest all aspects of his personal life—I wouldn’t wish such boredom
on anyone.

Much is left ambiguous in Queen’s Musical Theatre’s production of Jekyll & Hyde—is that rust or blood dripping off of the beams in the show’s massive, tiered set? Who is responsible for the demise of Edward Hyde? But what’s clear from the get go is the audience is witnessing something special.
QMT pulls out all the stops in this production as it celebrates its 40th anniversary and return to The Grand Theatre. The new space is larger and more professional looking than previous venues for QMT—qualities mirrored by the show itself. The 25-person cast is bigger than in previous years, the score trickier and the choreography more intense.

While chatting on the phone to David Missio and Simon Boer of the indie alt-country rock collective Entire Cities, I rekindled my not-too-distant youth and felt like a teenage girl all over again.

The wise men who travelled to Bethlehem trekked thousands of miles guided solely by a star; they trusted it would lead them to something magnificent.

Every January in Kingston, a small group of students—unified by their love of musical theatre, a grueling work schedule and a high-octane publicity blitz—gather nightly in Macgillivray-Brown Hall or the drafty corridors of the JDUC.

He has also worked with the Queen’s drama department, Theatre Kingston, The Critical Stage Theatre Company, Chaos Theory Theatre, Domino Theatre, Thousand Islands Playhouse and others.

As a raving thanatophobic, I presumed Julian Barnes’ Nothing to be Frightened Of—a non-fictional, semi-autobiographical reflection on death and dying—would put me at ease: hey, great, there is nothing to be frightened of! What I didn’t realize was that the title is an incredibly morbid pun.

As the champagne of 2008 goes flat and 2009 begins to unfold, the Journal’s film critic has decided to take a look at the cream of the film world’s crop for the last twelve months—some noteworthy highs, as well as some disappointing lows.

“When will this fearful slumber have an end?” asks Titus Andronicus in Act III of Shakespeare’s Titus Andronicus.