By Sarah Lazarovic

Oh Sam Roberts, how the fratboys love you so. And Torontoist likes you too, though you once looked our friend’s girlfriend up and down so many times he thought you might strain something. But that was then, and you were getting photographed at Bright Pearl Restaurant, and they were eating Har Gau, and that’s all water under the proverbial bridge. Now you’re all grown up and playing pared down accoustic shows, with the likes of Pale Sarah Harmer, Failer Kathleen Edwards and Fairest Jim Cuddy. Good on you. Good on everybody. ‘Where have all the good people gone?’ you ask. ‘Why they’re all here, Sam, you just can’t tell because they’re tucked under their well-worn baseball caps.’