B.A. Johnston has become, over the course of 20-odd years, a Canadian folk hero. His songs are excessively Canadian and, beyond that, extremely specific. The man might write a song about a particular corner store in Hamilton, Ontario. He’s a slob, a schlub, a man completely beholden to all things Canadian and mid-80s. He has an album titled ‘Argos Suck’, which contains a song described as ‘A song about cheese and salty meats by a man who has eaten his share’.

This song, itself nearly 20 years old, is how I was introduced to B.A. It’s about exactly what you think it’s about.