There were several high points during a recent visit to Montreal with my boyfriend Ross.
Delivering his red pick-up to valet parking at the Queen Elizabeth hotel kicked things off. I have a hunch they don’t park many such vehicles in the bowels of that trusty landmark currently celebrating the 40th anniversary of John and Yoko’s famous bed-in.
Next came brilliant British guitar genius Jeff Beck’s appearance at the Jazz Festival. The veteran rocker played to a high-testosterone audience of avid fans each of whom had forked out a good wad of money to attend. His encore, the haunting “Jerusalem,” was magnifique. Read more…