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Bob – Here’s the Deal….

Posted in A Message with tags , , , , on December 19, 2018 by segarini

I feel I owe you all an explanation for the dearth of columns over the past 10 days or so. It is a difficult time of year for me (I won’t bore you with the reasons for that) but suffice it to say that I suffer Holiday Depression, or as I like to call it, the End of the Year Blahs and Nog Hoist.

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Bob Makes Excuses and Isn’t Very Nice at All if You Ask Me….

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 30, 2018 by segarini

A Message From Bob – This is an old column, updated to serve my current situation, but fortunately, soooo on point that the majority of it sounds like I ripped it from today’s headlines.

Here’s the thing…

In the past 10 days I have quit smoking, had my apartment divested of a ton of junk, gotten a roommate, been through Bullshit hell, took a bad fall in a Dollarama and spent 2 hours sitting in an ambulance convincing the adorable EMPs or Ts or whatever the Jr. Doctors who pilot them are called, not to take me to the hospital and leave me on a gurney in a hallway for 12 hours while the doctors and nurses play Marco Polo in the cafeteria wearing hospital gowns and swim fins. I bled out enough blood to dress the crime scenes in an entire season of CSI: North York, and having been successful at avoiding Our Lady of Perpetual Agony’s pale green hallways, am now the proud owner of a broken nose (3rd time), 3 bruised ribs some little broken bones in my left hand, a painfully scraped left knee, a broken pair of sunglasses, and little or no love for an elderly Eastern European couple who caused the prattfall by considering me a crook and are incapable of knowing the number for 911 and dialing it, no matter how much you scream at them to do so while spraying blood all over their discount christmas wrapping.

Fuck it. The 2nd Installment of the Story of the Wackers will be up on Monday or Friday, and until then, you are lucky to get this. Love you. Leave me alone.

Dear Readers. Please excuse Bob from today’s Column…the Dog Ate His Homework.

Signed, My Mom

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Peter, The Shoe, and Moosic for YOU

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 29, 2018 by segarini

This week’s column will cover a bumper crop of “music from the ‘shoe”, as I attended two shows there over the course of the  last week.

On November 21st, I went to the Horseshoe Tavern at the invitation of Jennifer Hall to catch an evening featuring Marlon Chaplin, Rebelle and The Commoners. I have had the pleasure of seeing The Commoners several times, and I had heard good things about Marlon Chaplin, so I leapt at the chance to attend this show. I knew that I would not be disappointed.

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Pat Blythe – Sisters, More Indie Week, a Finale……and Music!

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 21, 2018 by segarini

Question: How many sisters does it take to screw in a light bulb?

Answer: Apparently two…..and that took over an hour!

Allow me to elaborate. I have a faux fireplace that, when switched on, displays (you guessed it) a faux fire, tricking my brain into thinking it’s warm and toasty on the main floor when in fact it can be, on some days, a tad on the coolish side. So, after a rather late night clubbing followed by a slow rising morning, my sister Chrissie (who is visiting for a couple of days) and I lounge around upstairs until we decide it’s coffee time. Off we trundle into a rather chilly downstairs. Chrissie decides to “light the fire”. She flicks the switch to ‘on’. Nothing. Tries the other switch, then the dial. Nothing. So after much switching back and forth and checking the plug, we determine a light bulb replacement is necessary. How difficult can that be? We were about to find out!

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Pat Blythe – A little BoRap, More Indie Week …and Music!

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 14, 2018 by segarini

Well this is going to take a while. A full six days of Indie Week including a fabulous launch party  and a very private event at a very secret location, three days on the road with ONES, Horseshoe and Hideout gigs, an MCN Open Mic farewell and move, Pretzel Logic at the Orbit Room….and I’m sure I’m forgetting something in there….. I know I won’t get this all in one fell swoop but needless to say it’s been a non-stop roller coaster ride. Going back to front, let’s start with…. Oh but first…….

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Bob Fixes Everything

Posted in Opinion, politics, Review with tags , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2018 by segarini

Like a cow, I have a Tipping Point.

And I reached it years ago. Or rather, I recognized it years ago.

I became distracted, unable to focus, began having trouble enjoying myself, my mind wandering from problem to problem, overwhelmed, unable to concentrate…and I found that I wasn’t the only one suffering from this malaise.

I started paying more attention to what everyone else was talking about on Social Media, on the TTC, in elevators, in check out lines, and on talk radio.

Talking. Complaining. Whining. Yelling. Arguing. …but doing nothing.

From everyday bullshit to world wide idiocy, we have become numb and complacent and defeated. Negativity rules over Positivity.

Well, Boys and Girls…

Time to put on the tool belt and fix this shit….

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Segarini – Janis (updated with 2 short audio clips)

Posted in Interview, Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , on October 12, 2018 by segarini

 

The phone rang for quite a while before I realized it wasn’t part of a dream I was having, but actually ringing in the Real World. Its insistent clatter, sounding more like a fire alarm than a phone, woke me from some quality REM sleep and a dream I do not recall except for the dim memory of naked hippie girls with flowers in their hair and sex on their minds, all dancing before me in a sylvan glen surrounded by a stand of Giant Sequoias in which, besides the lovely bevy of lustful chickies named Moonbeam, Sunflower and Debbie, there stood a Pink’s Hot Dog Stand and Tony Curtis’s limousine. Go figure.

Too tired to be angry and unable to open my eyes just yet, I groped around in the bed’s headboard until I located the source of my sudden departure from Heaven and wrestled the receiver from its cradle, pranging my wife on the head with the damn thing and waking her up as well.

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