The cult in the snowThere is a kind of cold that belongs to Canada alone. It gets into the bones and stays. Men build strange things in that kind of weather. Some build cabins. Some build churches. Some build little secret empires in basements and rented houses, where the curtains stay drawn and the lights stay low and the truth never sees a window

They Weren’t There. But They Want It All.By John Stone The song is called “They Weren’t There (But They Want It All).” Roy Dawson sings it. His band plays it like they’ve lived it. Maybe they have.It starts with a slide guitar. Slow. Mean. The kind of sound that doesn’t ask for your attention — it takes it. Then comes the voice. Tired