I've been busy, I've been working, and I've been thinking about all these fabulous artists who are dying. First Bradshaw, then Doug Riley (jazz musician), then Pavorotti. It seems to me my generation is sorely lacking in such experienced people, who have such a passionate love for their work. Maybe we just aren't old enough yet, but maybe we're not prepared to make the sacrifices, either.
In any case, came across a wicked article about David Adams Richard's writing and critical opionions of his work. Turns out some people don't have a lot of patience for art 'from away.'
http://www.antigonishreview.com/bi-128/128-tremblay.html
