It was a sad night in Toronto this past Monday. Leaf nation had to endure the biggest disappointment they’ve faced since ye old strike of 2012; the Toronto Maple Leafs lost their shot at the Stanley Cup. Losing a 4-1 lead over Boston, the humiliation was solidified into a 4-5 loss in overtime. The city was quiet, the dejection palpable in the downtown streets. But for those of us lucky enough to be at Cherry Cola’s that same night, the disappointment was distracted and then washed away by a completely different form of entertainment; The Bobcast.
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My annual Mother’s Day Tribute to my Mom. I wish you all could have met her….
As most adopted children can tell you, one of the first things you remember being told is how you were chosen to be part of your adopted family, not a random act of passion borne to fruition by parents who sometimes weren’t really trying to make a baby. Any time this information was imparted on an adopted child, it was meant to soothe and/or dispel any doubts the child had of being loved or being perceived as an ‘outsider’.
Canada is not exactly known for its balmy weather and towering palms, so when Canadians feel the warmth of the sun on their faces, there is a kind of joy that those who live further south below America’s Hat and and the Northern States will never experience. Sunny warm weather frees the soul, and except for hipsters and Coldplay tribute bands, the toques come off, the shorts come on, and we embrace the great outdoors…especially patios, our gazillion lakes, and the streets of downtown Toronto, were there is music everywhere, crowded sidewalks, and a party atmosphere like no other. Even Montreal gets a break this year. The Weather Channel says that this year in Montreal, summer falls on a Saturday….
When I was growing up in Stockton California, music was the connecting tissue between friends, and one of the most important touchstones of our daily lives. Everybody listened to the radio. Everybody went to the dances and the house parties and brought their favourite 45s to share in basement rec rooms and around the pool. Everybody had transistor radios. Everybody went to the record stores and spent their babysitting or paperboy money on the latest records. We discussed our favourite artists and songs, we debated the worth of Elvis VS Boone, Beatles VS Stones, and everything in-between. We were ravenous…and constantly on the lookout for music that touched us, made us think, made us dance, made us alive…and kept us appeased until the next release from our current heroes.
I am convinced that every single piece of bad news that finds its way into newspapers, radio and television newscasts, and onto the Internet are related. Every war that is raging, every homicide, every act of terrorism. Every robbery, every act of bullying, every rape, every fatal car accident, and every home invasion. Every bad decision that leads to tragedy, every thoughtless act of greed, every violent action taken in the name of God, Country, or Wealth. Every act that puts an individual or millions in harm’s way…ALL of them are caused by just two factions of the human race, either separately or in tandem. They are our real enemies, and usually undetectable until it is too late. (Photo by FOH)
They are the Asshats and Headcases.
Caution! This column is rated NSFW!
WTF is with this weather? We get one day of 15 degree (59 degrees to you in the Lower 48) Spring-like amnesty, and then the prairies send us a perfect storm of freezing temperatures, high winds, rain, sleet, hail, and snow. Now the sidewalks are slippery, the roads are treacherous…and I am wondering if a Montreal winter has finally found out where I moved and has come to remind me how much I hate extreme weather both hot and cold.
The annual Canadian Music Week rollercoaster ride has finally looped its last de loop, the cars have all been packed away, and the lights turned out and the tent folded until the carnival sets up again next year. As of this writing, there have been no reports of serious casualties, no reported marriages or pregnancies, and so far, no signings of fresh faced bands from hither, thither, and yon to a gung-ho label/management/agent ready to unleash them on an unsuspecting world. There was, however, enough music, parties, and open bars to kill Keith Richards, most soccer hooligans, and myriad hockey dads.
The link to Episode 1 of The Bobcast is now working. Scroll down….
Sorry for the inconvenience…
The first episode. With Tom Wilson (Blackie and the Rodeo Kings, Lee Harvey Osmond), CMW showrunner, Greg Simpson, Director/writer/producer (The Last Pogo, The Last Pogo Jumps Again), Colin Brunton, and the Don’t Believe a Word I Say house band, Xprime.
Join us live every Monday night at Cherry Cola’s, 200 Bathurst Street just north of Queen Street West. 8 – 12. We record the Bobcast from 9:00 until 10:00.
Episode 2, with musical guest Stacey Kaniuk, eOne guru Eric Alper, and legendary radio and television producer/writer/director,Doug Thompson, takes place tomorrow,March 25th, 2013.
Please join us.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am stumping for a 36 hour day. 24 is never enough. If I could just cut out sleeping, bathroom visits, eating, and having to mix drinks or make the trip to the fridge to get a beer, 24 hours might do, but as it stands, it is just not enough time to get done in a day what needs to get done. Maybe some of you are better at using your time, more organized than I will ever be. My problem is that I am interested in so many things that it is hard to fo…oh look! A bunny!
Well, this is an unusual column for a bunch of reasons.
2. It took me forever to do this because I might be an idiot.
3. We’re hoping all our Toronto friends can join us for this.
4. If you’re in town for CMW and arrive on the 18th, please join us.
5. I wonder if anybody else works at home in their underwear….