Ten so long years ago, a random gathering of some of the best musicians from Canada’s greatest musical berg threw themselves onstage as part of the annual Locke Street Festival. Spearheaded by veteran Hammerhead Tom Wilson, said ad-hoc combo was busy rocking and rolling things all the way up that street as the sun slid down when suddenly, a most familiar figure was spotted nearby.
The lead singer of the one, the only, Teenage Head.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
coz everybody has a poison heart
(Dee Dee Ramone, Daniel Rey)
Time to go listen to “Wart Hog” again…
(musician-actor-fan Robbie Rist)
His speech was inarticulate;
His songs were not
(Carl Cafarelli, “This Is Rock ‘N’ Roll Radio”)
Dee Dee was the most important musician in the history of punk rock,
and probably the most overlooked
(John Holmstrom, editor/publisher of PUNK Magazine)
As hard as it may seem today to fathom, there was a time, in the not too distant analog past, when starting up a record company required more – much more – than just a domain name and the nearest GarageBand™ software.
Yes, there was a time when starting up a record company required actual brick and mortar (or at least some office space), telephones, pens, pencils, typewriters and reams of 20 lb stationery (plus desks to put them all on and, ideally, a staff of people to use them) …not to mention, in the case of at least one of the two record companies mentioned below, a full Cordon Bleu kitchen staff equipped with a £600-a-month-at-least liquor allowance.
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
1973…Dee-troit radio was a mixture of formats and talent. The Drake-Chenault Big Boss Jocks to Casey Kasem Top 40 shmaltz. The AM airwaves were a congested freeway of screaming Pukers as we refer to the “old school” of over enunciation and pseudo-hip chatter that not only came from somewhere deep in the cave of ego, dark and forbidding, but was delivered faster than bullets from a machine gunning killer of the old Detroit Purple Gang during prohibition.
It was not often that I found engaging sites on Los Internets del Taco, Mexico’s Number One Website portal, a little known but highly suspect Internet provider, but since they were bought by Tijuana resident ex Morning Show co-host, and World’s Oldest Woman, Kathy Lee Gifford, (Who turns 126 today), and converted all their links and sites to English, the world of unusual and entertaining websites has opened up to me, and my internet time has tripled because every day I find new and addictive ways to waste my time. For example, I just used their exclusive Online Run-On Sentence and Comma Usage Counter on this paragraph, and found out I beat my previous, record, by, three, commas. As cool as that is, the best site available there is the one I am about to, share, with, you.
Bullseye Records of Canada
