You know, I really thought that last post about letting your kids wander around alone in a city would’ve been more contentious. Apparently not. Gotta say, the TCL readership is waaaaaay more liberal than I ever could’ve imagined. Cool!
Or you’re still reading. Sorry, it was kinda long. I’ll do my best to keep this one lighter.
Nothing much to say anyway. The Music Garden is supposed to communicate through other senses.
It’s not a huge garden, but it is a garden, space maximized via a curly network of paths.
They carry a fairly extensive plant list and now that stuff is up and flowering it’s a nicely aromatic chunk of town to saunter through. It’s right up against the waterfront and wedged-in by Queen’s Quay to the north, a boulevard that will lose half of its width to a new pedestrian concourse next year. I get excited about that kinda stuff.
A friend boasts a nauseatingly high vantage point for peering into the garden (I’d included it in a previous post). The garden is up against the boat docks, to the right of the most prominent building. Not visible, I should add, but you wouldn’t want to look down.
They do actually play music there, every Thursday at 7 p.m. and Sunday at 4 p.m. You park your ass on the grass and you can almost pretend like you’re out in nature somewhere. Until a streetcar goes by.
Cellist Yo-Yo Ma and landscape designer Julie Moir Messervy claim to have re-produced, in garden form, J. S. Bach’s First Suite for Unaccompanied Cello.
Apparently Bach had included some doodles with this musical score that inspired Ma, which inspired the garden and a movie.
The movie, I am given to understand, was shot in Boston where the garden was initially supposed to be. I don’t know who gave the finger to whom, but the deal fell through, and the project ended up in Toronto. That was ten years ago. The way the place is meticulously maintained, though, I wouldn’t have guessed it.
I’ll be back for some concerts, for sure. You can get ice cream nearby, it’s shady and windy and maritimey – swell place for freakin’ hot summer afternoons / evenings. We’re not quite there yet, but I can smell it in the air. For some reason, it always smells like deep-fried food.