Edward Canning Whitby, Ontario

Who are you? A Scottish boy sans kilt living now in dreary Whitby, ON, a town which, when you add the letters 'e' and 'o' spells 'whiteboy'. Frightneningly apt, unfortunately.

What are you up to? Attend York University, finishing an English degree, with a minor in wondering why the school goes on strike every year. I also make music in an ambient guitar band called Calma.

Hometown and current HQ: Glasgow, Scotland... WHITeBoY, ON.

Current fixations:
Lake Ontario, the moon, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Arab Strap, The Byrds, Windy and Carl.

Mind altering work of art (not your own): Theodore Gericault, "The Raft of Medusa".

Most memorable/inspirational gig and why? Brian Wilson, July 2000, Molson Ampitheatre, T.O. his "Pet Sounds" tour. It was the proudest moment of my dad's life, I expect, when me and him saw Brian Wilson play "Pet Sounds", which he introduced me to when I was eight. He wasn't too impressed when I started crying to "God Only Knows", though.

What should everyone shut up about?
Radiohead. Such revolutionaries!

Your greatest strength and weakness: Strength: my eyes. I can see for miles. Weakness: I tend to suffer fools.

Your vital daily ritual:
Hit sleep button on alarm clock, sun wakens me, cup of tea, newspaper, then to the washroom to see which ways I can entertain myself.

Guilty pleasure: Britney Spears.

If I wasn't playing music I would be: A funeral director.

Your most memorable day job:
Gas pumping...even though it isn't yours, the thousands of dollars you have in your pocket is extremely liberating...I had some excellent daydreams working in that gas station.

Best/worst advice received: "Please never be ashamed of who you are...it's all you have in the world" from my ex-girlfriend.

I would drop everything to play a benefit for:
Cancer research.

What makes you want to take it off and get it on?
Chan Marshall, aka Cat Power.

What personal trait would make you kick someone out of your band? And have you?
Someone who plays an instrument but doesn't listen to and buy music just has to go...and yeah, I have kicked them out before.

When I think of Canada I think:
Big, sad, amazing lakes. Beautiful girls. Some amazing bands (Mean Red Spiders, Gybe, Royal City) and some truly woeful bands (Matt Good Band, Our Lady Piss). Chicken wings.

Music and sex: Is there a difference? Why?
No difference. Some songs/encounters last one minute, some last twenty...some even more.

Strangest brush with celebrity:
I once saw the singer from The Cranberries at Blow-Up, and I stood beside her at the bar and almost passed out - such was the stench of her body odour. That given, it was a patricularly sweaty night that evening.

What does your mom wish you were doing instead? Being in the priesthood. No question.