
The real world news is mostly depressing and self-defeating so we won’t dwell on it right now. Instead, let’s get to all the great new Canadian music that’s filling up our ear holes this week.
We’ve moved into February on the cold back end of January now – commemorating the 44th anniversary of the Blizzard of ’77 (uphill, both ways, with no mitts or boots or common sense). Thankfully, we still have music to listen to, and help get us through this opening lap of 2021. Hunker down with a hot cocoa, some Bailey’s, and dig the latest from the GWNtertainment action blotter.
The past week I have been revisiting some of my earlier DBAWIS columns and am shocked at how few people (as far as I can tell) know about them, even now. When I write about musicians, it is usually personal, both the person or people and the music, and I feel that sometimes they are more water under the bridge than anything. No one sends notes asking about someone I wrote about in 2012 unless something has happened since and there are so many truly talented people who deserve recognition. So this week, I am going to point toward artists you may have missed whom I think are above the norm in terms of talent and/or personality. And maybe I owe a few of them money, but that is neither here nor there.
There’s a new Facebook challenge going around that asks people to choose the 12 albums that have “stayed with you” over the years. I’m not sure what they mean by that exactly. “Stayed with you” like your dog does when you’ve got a half-eaten bean burrito sitting unattended on your plate while you remote control your way through 177 channels on your TV set looking for a Season 9 marathon of the ‘Simpsons’? Or “Stayed with you” like a bad one-night stand that turned into a three-year commitment, a shared bank account and pink throw pillows on the bed you’ve had since Middle School?
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My brother-in-law kept telling me about New York but all I could see was the tall buildings popping out of the ground of downtown Vancouver. It wasn’t the massiveness of the city. It was the feel! And make no mistake, Vancouver is a city. A big one with a big downtown and all of the pluses and minuses which go with it. Sirens all night, a large homeless contingent, people walking with rolling suitcases everywhere. Restaurants— my God, there were so many restaurants— every kind of food you could possibly imagine.
excerpted from the forthcoming book Bullsography: The Bullseye Records Story 1985-2010
Tuesday marks the 147th birthday of this great Dominion known as Canada. Though we’re not quite as old as our brother to the south, our European lineage dates back to May 2, 1670 when the Dread Pirate Ernie Hudson got his ship stranded in the northern waters of the arctic looking for a direct passage to Santa’s Workshop. He and the crew survived on nothing but Her Queen’s Own Biscuits, Tea
Candles and striped blankets knitted from the wool of extinct mammoths. The native population had already been here 11,000 years longer and resented the idea that you now had to trade 10 beaver pelts to get a birch bark canoe. We’ve come a long way since then but still pride ourselves on our cultural diversity, beavers, hockey and fornicating while watching hockey. Oh, and we seem to be able to write a mean ditty (not “diddy” you internet meme idiots).
I’ve been wracking my brain for the last 48 hours wondering how I was going to make a suitable contribution to this blog without looking frivolous or uncaring about the reality of what happened in Boston this week. There are no words for the massive shock, sadness and anger that has engrossed us all; The killing of 20 children in Newtown left me feeling just as helpless and lost…as did 9/11 so long before it.
I don’t know that humans have developed a coping mechanism that allows us to naturally process tragedies on an apocalyptic scale. How do you survive and process a Tsunami? Earthquakes? Tornados? The people of Pompeii were the lucky ones – they died instantly; the people of the Nazi death camps, Nagasaki, Hiroshima, Chernobyl and other unimaginable atrocities, not so much. And as empathetic beings we feel most outraged when confronted with the savagery of human error or human-on-human carnage. We cannot process this kind of trauma.
No it’s not a hashtag; it’s the number sign (or pound sign). Since we have gone A-Z over the last 26 weeks I thought I would end this round with numbers. Speaking of numbers, thanks to everyone who has been reading us. Latest reports had us over 50,000 unique hits. Pretty impressive and we all appreciate it.