The sweet sounds of classical music are set to fill the hall at St. Paul's Centre this weekend.
We are a month away from the Orillia Jazz Festival. It's still coming together with several acts yet to be announced, but the available pickings are interesting.
For many people, Tuns is just another independent band playing small rooms across the country.
Barrie will see another aspect of Lance Anderson’s talent next week: boogie woogie music.
As I write, the funeral for Skip Prokop is about to take place.
The muscle-bound maestros of the squared circle strutted their stuff Sunday night in Orillia.
I did not get to all of the galleries and venues at Starry Night. I'd like to meet the person who did.
A small piece of advice for those going to see the Orillia Opera House's last summer play, Weekend Comedy: Don't go hungry.
Summer theatre in town is hitting the home stretch. The Orillia Opera House has Weekend Comedy, a play by Sam and Jeanne Bobrick. I have not seen the play yet, but I am hopeful the streak of good plays at the opera house will continue.
Shayla Brown, a young partially blind girl, had a long-time wish granted when she landed a role in the chorus, alongside professional actors, in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, currently playing at the King's Wharf Theatre in Penetanguishene.
Repartee continues their All Lit Up tour with a stop at a new local event called The Big Feastival. It unfolds at Burl's Creek this weekend.
Last week, the province released a summary report of the consultation for the Huronia Regional Centre land (which they apparently have renamed the Huronia Regional Centre Campus).
Local singer-songwriter Dani Strong plays the main stage at the Boots and Hearts Festival this weekend.
The issue of the mysterious graffiti that popped up in various locations downtown over the past month illustrates two points.
Jupiter Hollow takes to the road this summer in support of their debut EP, Odyssey.
I went to a poetry reading Sunday. There are a lot of things I could have been doing, like packing my drum and heading to an industrial park to practise for a few hours, but I went to a poetry reading.
Woo-hoo! I'm going to be a reader at the Leacock Summer Festival. I'm not talking about reading the program to stay on track, but a story I wrote, out loud, to an audience.
When Diana Ross comes to Casino Rama later this month, it will be a family affair.
It's that time of year again. You don't need to tell women and children to run from that sound, it's just bagpipes.