In a city of a billion cabs, who knew I would luck out and get the best one — one without a driver yelling at someone on his mobile, listening to pick-up calls, or have the sports blaring. Last night I got the best cab ride of my life. Upon opening the door, an Otis Redding song welcomed me in. For the whole 30 minutes it took to get downtown, we listened to Al Green and Otis Redding, with the odd, and unexceptional, Stevie Wonder song quite loudly with the windows down. I had forgotten how much I loved Otis Redding.
From time to time the cabbie would sing along, and I would tell him how wixxed he was. He told me: “You know, the old music is where everything good came from. And people practiced their instruments back then.” When we got down to Queen Street, Otis Redding’s Change is Gonna Come came on and I tipped the cabbie an extra $10 to finish listening to that song.
p.s. today I went out and bought all the Otis Redding albums readily available.
I like Andrew. He’s the as yet undiscovered biggest talent in Toronto, hell in Canada. I like to think of him as the Canadian answer to Truman Capote: a cutting wit, that when unleashed, can leave one with aching sides, or aching pride.