David Clayton-Thomas
I’ve always been fascinated by the parallels between New York City’s Carnegie Hall and Toronto’s Massey Hall. When I was a young musician, I worked the bars and strip joints of Yonge Street. There was a cathedral of music at the top of the Yonge Street strip called Massey Hall. It was austere and dignified. It was where the great artists played. It was where you went to see Heifetz and Oscar and Brubeck. For a young Toronto musician to play Massey Hall meant you had graduated from the strip and you had arrived. CONTINUE READING >
