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).
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JAIMIE VERNON – OH! CANADA? THE OTHER SONGS OF MY PEOPLE
Posted in Opinion with tags 54.40, alice cooper, April Wine, Birthday, Bob Dylan, Bob Segarini, Buffy Sainte Marie, Canada Day, Canadian Music, Chicago, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eddie Schwartz, folk movement, Frank Sinatra, Gordon Peterson, Greenwich Village, Guess Who, Hootie & The Blowfish, Hudson's Bay, I Go Blind, Ian & Sylia Tyson, Ian Thomas, Indio, Jaimie Vernon, Joe Cocker, Joni Mitchell, Manfred Mann, Marc Jordan, My Way, Neil Young, Paul Anka, protest songs, Rhythm of My Heart. Tillsonburg, Rod Stewart, Rolf Kempf, Santana, The Tonight Show, Universal Soldier, Yorkville on June 28, 2014 by segariniJAIMIE VERNON – Life’s a Canadian Rock: Book 2, Chapter 4
Posted in Opinion with tags 1989, 1990, Agnostic, Bob Segarini, Brian Gagnon, Bullseye Records, Christopher Ward, Cynthia Ross, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eddie Schwartz, El Mocambo, Faith, Gasworks, God, Jaimie Vernon, Jerry Love, jingles, Moe Berg, Mort Ross, Moving Targetz, music, New Music Seminar, New York, Rich Dodson, Rik Emmett, Rock on August 4, 2013 by segarini
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PHASE II, MACH III – PHOENIX RISING
Having spent the better part of 5 years taking my band Moving Targetz from a suburban Scarborough, Ontario basement (a trend later to be repeated by the Barenaked Ladies), burning up the Queen Street circuit, forming a record label and releasing not one, but two, 12” slabs of polyvinyl chloride only to have the band self-destruct on the eve of global domination, I did some soul searching and decided that I really didn’t want the musical ideology of Targetz to die.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 