The power and the shame

• April 30, 2009

The Clash - the best fucking folk group EVER! And we could all go for a little drop in pressure right about now, couldn’t we? And a follow up just-for-fun. I’m filling up the car with gas tonight and this comes on over the loud speakers at the station. I can’t decide if I’m more upset that I can still sing along or if I did sing along… Read More

Since the poetry has gone down so well...

• April 28, 2009

I often wonder which is mine: Tolerance, or a rubber spine?  - Odgen Nash I have no idea where they get off marking this down as the worst ever. It’s got a beat and I can dance to it. Read More

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

• April 27, 2009

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! This week I’m Shelley. What ya goona do? I must be poetic. Starting off last Monday, I started off with The Who’s “The Seeker.“ Pete Townshend is one of the masterful songwriters. I dug up a recent version, too. For some reason, in my memory Daltrey had a Hawaiian shirt or had some kind of surfer look going on when they played Calgary. Read More

I am T.S. Eliot

• April 21, 2009

This is the way the blog ends. This is the way the blog ends. This is the way the blog ends. Not with a bang but a whimper. Or perhaps not. But it will come in dribs and drabs. Let’s start with last Monday and the Arrogant Worms and a wonderful departure for them with a song more about philosophy than humour. Didn’t you know they could be so deep? Well, really, they Kant. Read More

One smile in under three minutes...

• April 9, 2009

I guarantee it. Three minutes from the moment you click the link. You’re not going to make it through the song without cracking a smile.  The last I heard, Andrea Wasse was down in LA doing her thing, making it big, breaking my heart and leaving me behind. FIGHT! Read More

Are you really gonna?

• April 8, 2009

There’s a goodly pile of stories I can tell about Bill Henderson. I’ve met him many times now, I’ve worked with him on occasion, and he continues to impress me as a really nice guy to be around. The very first rock and / or roll I’d ever heard was when my Dad came home with Chilliwack cassette - Wanna Be a Star. I played that poor thing to death, I’m sure. Read More

Catchin' up, Monday evening.

• April 6, 2009

Although it’s another one of those “two of three I can’t dig up on youtube”, I’ll put in a near miss, a vague explanation, and an actual performance. Bob Brozman is known as an ethnomusicologist. Simply stated, not only does he study the cultural aspects of music, he’s a fantastic musician who brings the music to life and can explain in great detail depths and facets of the music you’ve never considered - almost without care or consideration of how much you previously knew. Read More

A little music in the morning.

• April 1, 2009

I didn’t write down what the song was last Thursday, and I charged my iPod last night, wiping out the list of songs. I figured I’d have to write it off as an “oops.“ Then riding the bus home tonight, I heard another Sloan song and it clicked. Back when I was bopping along to the saccharine cuddle pop of Cub, the other band worth it’s hype was Sloan. They were hugely popular on RealTime, and have obviously had wonderful staying power. Read More

An email regarding Conficker

• March 31, 2009

Hey Claude, I’ve got good news, good news, and more good news for you. 1. The way that conficker works is by attacking a bug that was known in Windows but was not patched by the computer’s owner. Fortunately, I’ve spoken with the bozo that patched your computer and he assures me that he did, in fact, patch your system with all patches that were available on the day that he worked on it. Read More

Hi, my name is Mark and I'm an insufferable Fredhead.

• March 25, 2009

Let’s start with Monday: What can I say about Fred? Let me just start with, “I love ya, man. Pass a beer.“  With the bonus of Willie P. Bennett on camera, genius, star, personal hero and a genuine gem of a man. My son got to shake Willie’s hand a few years back. I told Willie that Kelley was a fan literally every day of his life. Willie, gentlemanly as he was, enthusiastically shook Kelley’s hand and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Kelley. Read More