Bob’s Friday Festival of Random Unrelated Topics including A Few Perfect Movies for Halloween Night, A New Ringo Record, Some Snide Remarks, a Potpourri of Well Thought Out Personal Opinions and Meaningless Deep ‘Not For Everyone’ Humorous Musings, and a heartfelt Thanksgiving Message to one and all

As sure as Springsteen has had some work done, Fridays are a mainstay when it comes to your week, and is known in certain parts of Canada and Rhode Island as the Gateway to The Weekend, or “The Day Before Saturday”.

In that respect it is the single most important day of the week, and is as well-loved as Monday’s are vehemently loathed.

“Loathe Not, Thy Friday, For It Is The Day Of Relief. The Day of Rejoicing. The Day You Have Worked Towards All Week. A Day of Respite and Rest. A Day of Joints Shots Netflix and Chill for Tomorrow You Either Have to Mow the Lawn or Shovel Snow You Poor Bastard” – Saint Daryl … Patron Saint of Stealing 3rd and Inspirational Gibberish

Bob Writes a little Dinner Music

There were at least ten of us sitting around the restaurant table. It was an impromptu dinner, decided upon on a whim. No vote, no forethought, just a bunch of like-minded people who found themselves together and decided they were hungry.

There was Steve Lalor, a guitarist from Seattle who was in a band we were all sure was going to make it, called the Daily Flash. There was Chris Ethridge, multi-talented bassist for the Flying Burrito Brothers and studio cat who had played with a lot of our favourite artists. Chris was a good old boy who lived in the canyon and whose door was always unlocked, always inviting.

GARY PIG GOLD – LIVE PEACE NEAR TORONTO

Saturday, September the 13th of 1969 broke particularly warm and bright over the blue suburban skies outside Toronto. As this was to be the day the drummer in my very first teenaged garage combo agreed to accompany me from Port Credit all the way into the Big City in order that I could buy my very first teenaged guitar. But! An electric one this time; the better to approximate the walls of sound on our bass player’s “Summertime Blues” record …Blue Cheer version, that is.

Bob’s Back

Hello.

How have you been?

I have been up and down like a newlywed couple on a waterbed.

I have been swamped, smothered, over-run, -whelmed, and -worked, by bugs, buds, business, bullshit, and buttheads.

I have experienced high-highs and low-lows, because Life is NOT a Highway …Life is a Rollercoaster.

GPG On GG

A Full Disclosure right up front, one and all:

’Way back in the 1980 hey!day of my funzine The Pig Paper, a certain Kevin Michael Allin sent over a sweetly autographed, stuffed-with-promo-material copy of an album called Always Was, Is and Always Shall Be which had been newly issued on none other than David “The Pope Smokes Dope” Peel’s Orange Records imprint. It sounded then, and remains today, a most spirited indeed collection of incredibly powerful pop in that classic Stooges / New York Dolls mold, with lyrics – especially heard in a, shall we say, immediate post-Pistols frame of ear – not really all that “shocking” whatsoever.

Gary Pig Gold’s ALL-TIME TOP TEN CAR TUNES

Once again, Summer’s Here and the Time is Right for Driving in the Streets, with…

Bob Presents Peter Kashur – The Segarini Band Legacy and Bar Tab

Peter Kashur is an annoyingly talented Renaissance Man from the unlikely womb of Thunder Bay Ontario, whose Culinary, Artistic, and Musical gifts cast a pall of inadequacy over his small circle of friends who tolerate his genius because his Oysters Rockefeller, Beef Ribs, and Vesper Martinis are to die for. He is my number one choice as my favourite companion for sitting on the porch drinking Bourbon, complaining about everything, bemoaning old age while being giddily thankful for it, and yelling at clouds. Mr. Kashur (known to his cadre of hooded followers as ‘Shew’) has been whining about the following for years …so I have decided to let him share his rage with you, thinking I would have the day off. Nope. Just repairing his lack of Capital Letters, random punctuation, and libelous rantings, kept me up most of the night. He has been a trusted and necessary musical compatriot and partner for 40 years. This is the least I can do. Seriously. I checked. It is the Least.

Please let me know if all the trouble was worth it. Anyway …here’s Shew.