Meet the Captain

The all-night motel restaurant at mile 10 of the Trans-Canada is deserted at 2:30 a.m., except for a tall, lean figure pumping quarters into the jukebox. A bank of anemic disco lights flickers in a far corner, while the cheap red carpet, no dancers to be seen, stretches in all directions.

From the shadows, the icon of an era emerges. Known to some as a visionary, to others as a caricature of Atlantic ambition—the Captain remains an enigma on the highway of the deep, waiting for the music to resolve.