Sixteen years after starting his self-imposed exile, Hayden remains something of a select case in Canadian music. He’s no superstar. He travels in a van. He sets up his own gear. But he’s not struggling, either. Not really. He has an audience and a new album; he’s writing songs as strong as any he’s ever done. What he is instead, perhaps, is the answer to a riddle — or an answer, at least, to a question about art and adulthood and what happens when you’re famous and then you’re not, but you go on making music anyway…Continue Reading