Archive for Peter Foldy
CHRISTMUSE RISING by Jaimie Vernon
Posted in COVID 19, music, Opinion, Review with tags 20/20, Bob Segarini, Christmas Music, Dahoo Dores, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Dr. Seuss, Gwen Stefani, Home Free, Jaimie Vernon, Lee Aaron, Lockdown Christmas, Mariah Carey, McMall, Molly Johnson, Moving Targetz, Mr Mouray, Peter Foldy, Robbie Williams, Whoville, Wonderful Christmastime on November 30, 2020 by segarini
One thing the nine months of The Eternal COVID Darkness has given us is a short reprieve from the rampaging assault of shopping mall music. Without the frequent stops at the McMall a few times a week to lose hours of one’s life jockeying for parking, hitting the food courts, and indulging in one’s fetish for window shopping at stores no one can afford, we have been spared music dialed in from Satan’s radio station itself.
BINKIES, BLANKETS, AND TEDDY BEARS by Jaimie Vernon
Posted in music, Opinion, Review with tags Berner Trail, Betty Moon, binkies, blankets, Bob Segarini, Dark Side of the Moon, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Fergus Hambleton, Harem Scarem, Hermitage Green, Jaimie Vernon, Kris and Dee, Mark Malibu & The Wasagas, MTV, Music Therapy, music videos, Peter Foldy, Records, teddy bears, The Pozers, Toronto, W3APONS on March 2, 2020 by segariniJAIMIE VERNON – NINE LIVES
Posted in Opinion with tags American Psycho, Billy Joel, Bob Segarini, Bondi Junction, Brothers Gibb, Canadian Music, change, Classic Rock, David Bowie, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, driving, Elton John, Eric Clapton, graveyard sex, graveyard shift, grunge, Hip To Be Square, Huey Lewis, Jaimie Vernon, Kiss, Mall Cop, Melvins, Michael Buble, Motley Crue, nine lives, Nirvana, Paul Blart, Paul McCartney, Peter Foldy, Robin Gibb, Security Guard, soundgarden, The Bee Gees on September 20, 2014 by segariniI find myself at the front end of yet another re-invention of myself. When last I spoke of my day job I was driving automobiles for a subcontractor to one of Canada’s only two railroads. It wasn’t CN. The job nearly killed me. It was so labour intensive and the hours were so long that I actually don’t remember getting to or from work some days.