I've lived in this province for 30 years, but I don't think I will ever understand Ontarians. These are a people who will gladly pay double-digit ticket prices to sit in the evening bug-ridden rain to see a festival stage show, yet only two will show up at Jazzmyns to take in the free Tuesday night Irish sessions featuring many of the same internationally renouned musicians and the music in its natural habitat.

Go figure :) A single lonely festival ticket costs about par with a fresh pint every single week for a year, and the pub is dry, bug-free, and you're right there, in the midst of it, living life with no mediating digital mega-soundsystem, just the room, the music, good friends and you. Precious at twice the price, but these Ontarians, well, seems they'd rather keep a good safe distance. Don't want to get too close y'know, on account-a, well, like ...

Maybe it's like going to see the lions: they don't want to mingle with the pride, it just seems a much better and more prudent idea to see them at the zoo.

Or on the telly.