Home Sweat Home Equity
October 5, 2016
MY city has more than the average number of dwellings and buildings that add some life to the otherwise boring architectural appearance found in most North American cities.
In fact, some of these structures found in hoods like The Exchange District, Wolseley and Crescentwood/Wellington Crescent district have come onto the radar of numerous groups attempting to preserve our nation’s past.
They are fighting a losing battle.
Losing mostly to purposeful dereliction, condos and surface parking lots (property owner rips down building and sits on low taxed “parking lot” until something causes said property value to soar). Or they avoid heritage designation through the ‘demolition by neglect’ method of real property law manipulation. (see good article by Shannon Van Raes from Metro One which highlights home above).
Remember the old city hall?
The writer of the song below claims that even though he says he hates it, he really loves Winnipeg: but what does our king wrecking ball proclaim??
Maybe this song captures more than a citizen’s displeasure with his life. Maybe that’s evident by the speaker’s obsession with the negative and liberal use of the word “hate” in light of evidence to the contrary (see title). Meanwhile ‘cheerleaders’ fiddle as the place goes to hell. Peut-être. C’est possible. Anything’s possible my friendly friends.
I’ll tell you one thing – 1. You have to acknowledge ‘the bad’ to appreciate ‘the good’ then you can deal with ‘the ugly’. Winnipeggers are excellent at it (simultaneously hating and loving their city). Collectively, they are better at it than any citizens of any city on the planet. Better than Clevelanders. Better than Geordies (Newcastle Upon Tyne). Better than Brooklynians. Better than people from Berlin (avoid JFK mistake).
What amazes me and others is just how a city so rich in its cultural attributes can get ransacked and have its collective ass whipped by so many people, businesses, governments, secret societies and oligarchs. The truth is nobody cares – this town is populated by a bunch of shoulder shruggers. Pity.
And ‘Peggers are left with only photographs & memories, a hollowed soul and surface parking lots – which will some day make people (people as smart as Trump) very wealthy. This will tend to prove to the world just how wise their city appears.
The Weakerthans – One Great City! a real fixer upper
post by TheLastGoodName
And its not the wrecking ball that wrecks my city.
(How to play, sing and swear you really love Winnipeg.link)
Late afternoon, another day is nearly done. A darker gray is breaking through a lighter one. A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground. That hollow hurried sound of (E:m)feet on polished floor, and in the Dollar Store the clerk is closing up, (A) and counting Loonies, trying not to say, “I hate Winnipeg.” The driver checks the mirror, seven minutes late. The crowded riders’ restlessness enunciates that the Guess Who suck, the Jets were lousy anyway. The same route every day. And (E:m) in the turning lane, someone’s stalled again. He’s talking to him(A)self, and hears the price of gas repeat his (C)phrase: “I hate (G)Winnipeg.”(solo strum/pick) (E:m) And up above us all, leaning into sky, our Golden Business Boy will watch the North End die, and sing “I love this (A)town,” then let his arcing wrecking ball proclaim, “I hate Winnipeg.”
Epilogue: With great respect to Mr. Neil Young, The Guess Who, Lenny Breau, BTO, CTD, Daniel Lavoie and The Watchmen, I think The Weakerthan’s John K Samson’s song above is the best piece of work to come out of this town, ever.