Frank Gutch Jr: Brock Zeman: Six Degrees of Separation; Save the Carleton; Revisiting the Sacred Cow Syndrome; plus Notes…..

The name doesn’t have the rhythmic cache of Biff Pocoroba or Phil Villapiano, but it has its own feel to it.  Brock.  How many people have you met named Brock?  I’ve known a couple.  Well, one.  I’ve heard of a couple, though.  Zeman.  He’s the first one I’ve ever noticed.  I say noticed instead of heard of because as sure as the rains down in Africa (apologies to Toto— the band, not the dog), I will now meet a handful of Brocks and damned if every other person will be a Zeman.  I know.  Never met a girl named Debbie until I dated one, then every other new girl I met was a Debbie.  I’m ready, though.  I have practiced and have at least ten or so unique greetings for the Brocks and Zemans about to be unleashed on me.

Cameron Carpenter: The ABC’s Of Rock’n’Roll – Some Hali-faX

Halifax has been on my mind for most of the week. I was worried for a lot of my friends as the monster Nor’easter was baring down on the city yesterday, but, as always, the city persevered.  After the winter that most of the country endured no city deserved to be belted with 40 centimetres of snow and wind blast well above 100 km/h as we stare April in the face and are, at least officially, now in spring.

A year ago yesterday I was out a meeting at The Dominion Tavern when I, in a matter of about five minutes, missed three calls from different folks in Halifax.

Cameron Carpenter: The ABC’s Of Rock’n’Roll – M is for Much More Metal

The last place I imagined being in last Thursday night was at the Kool Haus along with about 2,500 guys who looked like they were at a casting call for Sons of Anarchy Season 7. The event was a Slayer concert.

A have a few out of town friends and we have a rule that if they are coming to Toronto, or if you are visiting their town, an email or text must be sent advising of said visit. It is by no means mandatory to spend time together but more of a “heads up going to be in your town, would love to have a pint but no obligation, and, didn’t want you to hear I was in town and didn’t reach out”. More often than not you find time in your schedule for said pint and a wee bit of a catch-up.