Profile: Hank Stinson

by Jane Ledwell

A small-town boy from a British Columbia pulp-and-paper town, Hank Stinson has been active as an actor and in the theatre since 1969. And yet, in an introspective conversation, he insists he has had “two careers.”

“From the time I graduated in 1969, to the late 1970s, I was pursuing a theatrical ‘career,’” Hank recalls. “I worked most theatres across the country, and I rea

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by Derek Martin

City Cinema

Congratulations to The Buzz on 20 years of terrific coverage of Arts & Culture on P.E.I.! I’m usually too busy planning future programmes to spend much time looking back, but anniversaries inevitably inspire a trip to the memory bank.

I’ve written here before about being a fan of Peter’s Sunday Cinema, volunteering at his offshoot Off The Wall Video, and our startup of

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by David Helwig

The Other Notebook

You’ll notice if you see me on the street that I’m not as young as I once was. Birthdays resonate with a slightly dire significance, numbers dropping into place like the black ball in the wrong pocket. Anniversaries prompt me to look back through the years I’ve spent on PEI, looking to set it down in words, to understand.

It was April of 1996 when I arrived on the

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by Charlie Hansen

Country Prose

In the beginning there was “The Old Rattler” and his hand-written column that sparked an interest in the country music scene in PEI. Unfortunately, not too long into his journalistic career “The Old Rattler” (Manning Paul Myers), passed away after a long career in country music that spanned many years, many miles, and many bars.

Paul had a drive in him that also lives

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by Catherine MacLellan

Notes from the Road

I was having a bad day. You might say a bad week. Ordinarily, being stuck in Austin, Texas, wouldn’t be a bad thing for me. It was February 2010 and I was there with my guitarist Chris to play at the annual SXSW conference. There was some mix up with our airline tickets but we had been able to get to Austin with some luck and unusual kindness from the airline a

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by Dave Stewart

And Yet I Blame Hollywood
Island Imagemakers
Horoscope for Islanders

To revisit my history with The Buzz, I have to go back to my history with Peter Richards. A modest fellow, he won’t like this, but in order to be accurate it’s necessary.

I first became aware of Peter when I turned of age in the tubular 80s and started attending dances at the late and lamented Montage Dance Theatre.

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by Ann Thurlow

In Her Own Write
One Great Thing

The great film director Preston Sturgis once said (and I am paraphrasing wildly here) “It is as noble a calling to tell people how great the world is as it is to tell them how badly it stinks.” I have thought about that quote a lot in my many years as a journalist. Certainly, I spent a lot of time telling people about the stinky things other people did. But

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by Andrew Sprague

I’m Dining Out Here

My love affair with restaurants began in the early eighties at Myron's Old Spain on Kent Street in Charlottetown. I was four or five and the waitress knew my dad. I can't remember specifically what she did, but she made me feel pretty good about myself. I think she tickled me at one point. When she brought the food I could hardly contain my excitement. The chicken

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by Sean McQuaid

Reviews

Fond as I am of poking fun at my advancing years, I don’t quite date back to the very beginning of The Buzz. Like Captain America in the old Avengers comics, I’m an odd historical footnote—the longtime fixture who was around nearly from the start, but not quite.

When Peter Richards and Derek Martin first joined forces to produce a newspaper that chronicled the PEI arts scene

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by JoDee Samuelson

The Cove Journal

Writing this journal every month has made me acutely aware of the passage of time. This spring we have marveled at the lengthening days, our neighbor’s new lamb, fresh tips on spring seaweed, scent of mayflowers, eagles at the Cove making love—yes, it’s true! Now the days march on to the merry month of June, June of the Rhubarb Social, the Summer Solstice, the first straw

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