It began Saturday morning.
The male host of a local radio show enthused that he would be spending his Saturday night emceeing a women-focused event. Asked on-air by one of that event’s organizers whether he was looking forward to it, said host enthused: “Three hundred and seventy-five women? I won’t complain. I won’t complain.” Continue reading
This morning, I attended the official launch for Westfest, held at the Clocktower in Westboro.
Such launches remain a minor source of fascination for me, as the days when an official festival launch revealed closely guarded secrets are long gone. When “the moment you’ve all been waiting for” arrived, attendees could have told organizers we’d already read and heard all about the impressive lineup that will see Sarah Harmer and Lynn Miles headlining the two-night street festival, June 13 and 14. Continue reading
Long ago in a land far, far away (okay, so it’s less than an hour away, depending on which international bridge you prefer), some dude wrote a book dedicated to the 100 ‘best singles of all time.’ I recall picking up a copy at Empire Books or Prospero or Leishman or one of the other fine independent bookstores in Capital City, and being happily surprised to see a deserved entry somewhere in the high 80s or low 90s: Another Girl, Another Planet by The Only Ones.
I was impressed. That is, until I read the author’s critique of the song. Dude explained (I’m not sure I’ve ever referred to someone as a dude before, so I’m going to get it out of my system in this post)… anyway, Dude related a story of how, upon learning the author was penning a book about the greatest singles of all time, a pal said: “Dude! Have you heard this?” Continue reading
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Hey there!
How have you been? Me, I’ve been dealing with computer issues that forced me to retreat to real life for a few days. (Damn you, jamieoliver.com!) But, well, I’m still here.
And, uh, let’s see…
Well, consider this: Late last month, Nickelback postponed the remainder of its tour.
And there was much rejoicing. Continue reading
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This morning, I paid my respects to an old acquaintance.
I say acquaintance, rather than friend, as CD Warehouse and I were never particularly close.
I did, however, like to drop by on occasion, mostly to confirm the LP copy of The Wild Angels Vol. II soundtrack was still — as it had been for years — resting comfortably at the tail end of the selection of used records. (We’re talking the original Merivale and Clyde location here.) Continue reading
Wig Bubbles 