Frank Gutch Jr.: Tom Kell & The Skyboys, Michael Fennelly, Stu Nunnery, “Goin’ Down”, and Just Plain Nuts– erm– Notes…..

I have learned my lesson.  Numerous times over the past few years, I have been caught at my desk, coffee at hand, spewing said coffee in copious amounts thanks to the writings of my colleagues here at DBAWIS, sometimes through the mouth and sometimes through the nose.  It is altogether possible that I have unknowingly spewed through various other orifices of my body as well, but by the time I get through laughing, everything is dry and, therefore, in the distant past, as it were.

Darrell Vickers: A Tux on Both Their Houses

Danny Kaye once musically opined (in the movie White Christmas), “The theater.  The Theater.  What’s happened to the Theater?”  Now, he was expressing disappointment in his beloved Broadway’s movement towards artsy-fartsy choreography and away from “Chaps who did taps.”  But, if he were around today and got a glimpse of what the current Great White Way had to offer, he’d be on 24-hour-a-day suicide watch.

How I Know This:

Segarini: My Dad

This is the fifth annual printing of a column I wrote in tribute to my father for  Father’s Day. I miss my parents a lot, and I never got to thank my dad for all he tried to teach me, all he tried to instill in me. If your parents are still alive, your grandparents, even your aunts and uncles. call them up today, tell them you love them, and cherish the ability you have to tell them first hand. Someday, they will all be gone, and even though you will hear their voices and feel their presence for the rest of your life, there will be times when you experience a longing, and an ache so profound, that you will wish with all your heart you could see them again and let them know how much they meant to you. Family is more important than any other aspect of your life…don’t ever forget it.

Happy Fathers Day, Pop…I miss you…and I love you.

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Roxanne Tellier – I Hear You Knockin’ …

So I’m trying to get some writing done the other day, and I’m in the Zone. The words are flowing, I’m typing frantically, and it’s all going so well, when suddenly … the phone rings.

Now, you may say, “Why did you answer?” You may say, “Were you expecting an important call?” But in actuality, when I’m concentrating very hard, I will often do silly things, whether it be answering a ringing phone, or opening the door to a salesman. I’ll forget that I’ve got some eggs on the stove, that have now gone from hard boiled to carbonized, or that I put the laundry in some three hours ago, and the sink has overflowed. It’s the nature of creativity, being in the moment, going with the flow.

JAIMIE VERNON – If You Don’t Know Me By Now

We hereby interrupt our regularly scheduled blog about me to talk about…me.
In my new day gig working in a train yard and shipping cars from here to — over there somewhere — I occasionally encounter cars that aren’t off a current assembly line but private cars being shipped by citizens for fun, profit and the rare felony dodge.

Nadia Elkharadly: 2013 NXNE Preview

Happy June everyone!  Get the coffee, advil, milk thistle and Gatorade ready, it’s music festival time in Toronto!  This week brings North by North East back into our lives.  That means 4am last calls, copious amounts of alcohol and terrible for you meals, and glorious, glorious live music everywhere you go!  It’s become one of my favourite times of year in this city, along with CMW (despite the pitfalls I complained about back in April) and Indie Week.  The city floods with visiting musicians and delegates from across Canada, the U.S. and the rest of the world.  Ever concert, event or just bar wandering can turn into a network opportunity, a reunion or just a chance to get sh-tfaced with friends, new and old alike.  It’s a great time to be in Toronto, and it’s a great time to be a music lover.

Frank Gutch Jr: Sheldon Gomberg: One of the Good Guys, Too Slim: Hot!!!, Charlottesville: WarHen and County Wide… The Phoenix Rises, My Father’s Day, plus Notes (you really should be reading them, you know)…..

I wasted 75 minutes of Sheldon Gomberg‘s time last week.  Do I feel crappy about it?  You bet.  I suppose 75 minutes doesn’t mean that much to many of you but then you probably don’t work as much as Sheldon does.  See, Sheldon is a recording engineer and runs his own studio and after talking with many of that ilk, time is always of the essence.  You’re working when you’re not working— going over the day’s session(s), preparing for tomorrow’s, organizing, always organizing.  What?  You think those albums just appear on your shelves?