Graham Scheidt is sort of an ideal Canadian. He wears big jackets, fixes things, writes poetry, etc. When I first met him he was dating another good friend of mine, and making sculptures out of big pieces of wood and little lights. Then he left Toronto for about a year to do some soy farming. A few weeks ago, I found out he was back in the city so we got some coffee. He’s in town for a few months, off from his most recent job of archeological digging out in Hamilton (I believe). You can see him perform some of his spoken word, along with myself, at STOP TALKING, this Friday.
