This week has been a tough week for me. A good friend of mine, whom I’ve never met, passed away. He doesn’t know me at all, but he was at every single party or event that I attended during my adolescent years. He and his band have provided the soundtrack to every road trip I’ve ever been on. In fact, I would say that The Tragically Hip provided the soundtrack for my youth. Stargazing along the Ottawa River with a friend and planning for the future. The Hip, as they are known in the Great White North, was there. At my high school graduation. The Hip was there. When my father was diagnosed with cancer. The Hip was there. On all my college breaks while, wearing jeans, plaid and Doc Martens, we raised our beers on the dance floor. The Hip was there.