Bob Recalls the Tale of Chops Dorfman and the Edison Twins, the insanely talented David Celia, and the Heavenly Voice of Rumer from England

Portions of this column were originally written in 2011 and ran in another online music mag that still owes me 400 dollars and an apology.

It was a different time. People’s faces were on display for all to see. You had to go buy your own damn groceries. If you wanted a hamburger or a horrifically over-priced piece of chicken, you would have to leave your home, and using whatever you could as a conveyance, travel to a magical palace of burgers both cheesed and uncheesed, shakes of milk, and delicious, never crispy enough, fragments of the potato plant, or venture forth to the home of Bucket or Box, Southern or Cajun, for succulent flightless bird, mainly for the deep fried breaded skin of the now cluckless fowl. There were no Cardi B’s, no Pitbulls, no Eilishes or Megan Thee Stallions, and Weekend still had all its “e’s” And most importantly, an obese, malignant, amateur golfer, inhuman and demonic to a fault, had yet to rise in the East, turn a Grand Old Party into a festering pus-filled open sore of delusional pipsqueaks, and scare the prunes out of anyone with a moral core, empathy, humanity, and scruples.

It was August. …and I was busy remembering stuff ….

Segarini – Q: “Hot Enough for You?” A: “Go Fuck Yourself”

I hate hot weather.

I don’t hate many things, but I HATE hot weather.

I dislike things that are not to my taste, I rarely feel the desire to hate anything because it is negative energy, and negative energy is toxic. Life is too short to waste the energy, or allow negative thoughts to waste your valuable time, but with the exception of one human being I would love to see get run over repeatedly, shot, drowned, set on fire and eaten by wolves or household pets, I LOATHE hot weather…and be aware that murder statistics go up when it is 90 degrees or hotter.

It’s going to be triple digits this weekend.

…and make that TWO people I would love to see karma-lized and turned into an order of McNuggets….THEN get run over repeatedly, shot, drowned, set on fire and eaten by wolves or household pets

Segarini – The Sebastian, Celia, Edison Twins and Rumer, Rerun!

So damn cold and the weather has turned into a nightmare, and the news has been as grey and as dark as the sky, we have lost so many icons and creative individuals, and the new year isn’t even a month old yet.

This column was originally written in 2011 and ran in another online music mag. It was an impossibly hot, arid, stifling summer…so I thought being reminded of the heat would make you feel better about the cold.

Part Two of 2015 – The Age of Idiocracy will be here on Monday….

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Pat Blythe – There’s something about Maria…..

Several weeks ago I found out Maria Muldaur was performing at the venerable Hugh’s Room located in Toronto’s west end. I contacted Jane Harbury to see if it was possible to attend and photograph Maria (somehow I just can’t refer to her as Muldaur). It was a Richard Flohil event and through him I received permission.  (Thank you Jane and Richard).

Pat Blythe: Women & Songs — Part One

Editor’s Note – Please join us in welcoming our new writer, Pat Blythe to the DBAWIS Bullpen and Home for Chatty Pop Culturalists. Pat takes over Wednesdays for our much missed Nadia Elkharadly and joins Roxanne in bringing some badly needed Estrogen-fueled verbiage to our Hallowed Halls…and to help Roxanne keep us male hooligans from spilling beer on the carpet and hiding popcorn in the couch, and making sure we take the garbage out once in a while and occasionally bathe.

This is Pat’s first article for us. Her regular column starts next Wednesday with the 2nd part of today’s offering, and continues every Wednesday thereafter.

For more information on Pat, please check the short Bio at the bottom of this column.

Roxanne Tellier: MonkeeMania!

Ramping up to the 50^th anniversary of The Beatles February 9, 1964  appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show, it’s easy to forget that one of the other acts on that same show, on that same evening, featured a slight, young “Artful Dodger” – one David Jones, aged 19, belting out a song from the hit Broadway play Oliver! During that performance Jones sang “I’d Do Anything” with the entire cast.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKpLngN6CPE

Doug Thompson: CONFESSIONS OF A PROFESSIONAL ROCK AND ROLL INTERVIEWER – THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THEMES

I was saddened by the death of Annette Funicello back in March.  Unlike most of the male members of my age, I did NOT have a crush on Annette.  That honour usually fell to toothy grinned Mousekateer Cheryl Holdridge (who in 1964, became a real-life Countess when she married Woolworth heir Lance Reventlow – his father was a Danish nobleman).   Sometimes friendly Darlene Gillespie became my Mousekateer crush of the day or week, depending on my mood and my hormones.  Turns out, Darlene was born in Montreal and her parents were originally from Saskatchewan, but I didn’t know any of that watching our little black and white TV set then.

Segarini: Flashback – Summer in the City August 2011

Due to unforeseen circumstances, Doug Thompson’s column will not be running this week. Doug will be back in 4 weeks with his regular contribution, but today you will have to settle for a flashback from 2011. I chose this column to rerun for a couple of reasons.

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