The Canadian relationship with winter and snow is a lot like marriage; some love it, and look forward to their time together. Others tolerate winter, but spend a lot of time apart during cold patches. Still others grumble, but it’s a loving martyrdom that takes the good (skiing) right along with the bad (shoveling.)
I’ve run out of epitaphs. The battlefield of pop continues to accumulate bodies. During this past week we were reminded of the passing of Karen Carpenter (33 years ago) and the officially recognized Day the Music Died (really? Then what have we been listening to in the intervening 57 years?).
Facebook was a beautiful verdant meadow when I first signed up 8 or so years ago. A place where you could look for and find lost friends, renew relationships, reconnect with your old home town, meet new people, and be exposed to music and movies you either didn’t know about or had forgotten. I could hardly wait to go online and see what wonders awaited me…
It was the annual get together of the old guard and the young guns as the movers and shakers of the music biz converged on the Phoenix Tuesday morning to hear the announcement for the 45th Juno Awards. It is always a fun morning and I look more forward to seeing old friends than hearing who the most recent nominees are. Most nominees will be forgotten in a couple of years, but the collection of people in the room has had a profound influence on my life and many have been good friends for almost forty years.
The weekend of January 30/31 was….in a word….busy. This seems to be my mantra these days….busy, busy, busy….and I’m loving it. Two nights in a row at Cherry Cola’s introduced me to a few new Indie bands while allowing me the pleasure of hearing a few of my favourites. Something tells me “Indie Week” has already started….at least in this column.
Like I said last week, you don’t have to sell millions of albums to get my vote. The quality just has to be evident, and in 2005, Jess Pillmore‘s Reveal earned my pick as the best album I heard that year. It surprised myself as much as anyone, to be sure, for Pillmore was a somewhat unknown quantity to me, outside of one previous album I had received a few weeks before titled Slightly Skewed, an album leaning much more toward folk and pop than the new one.
It’s already been a shade over two years since Phil Everly left us; meanwhile, big brother Don just hit 79 on February One. Yet, all numbers aside, not even the most peripheral rock ‘n’ roller should need any explanation whatsoever how those two Kentuckians placed an indelible stamp upon, most obviously, nearly every Lennon and McCartney vocal duet from “Love Me Do” onward – not to mention those most blatant protégés by the names of Simon and Garfunkel.