For Locals Only

The Legend Killers.



If only they were still rawkin' and had some tracks to download. Silly dreams like clouds in my coffee. Makes you wish some local literary types would stand up, take notice, and write about our local music history once in a blue moon.

As a musical aside, watching the Legend Killers perform Demics covers at Call the Office to make up for a delinquent Joey Ramone was an awesome thing. Earl wore the suit (you know the one) and the Demics never sounded better.

Alright, I can't resist. My brother and I played this song everyday while waiting for the bus to take us to Delaware Central P.S. I think it set the correct tone for learning. I cherish the EP and the follow up LP. A big hat tip to Herb for introducing us to the band.



Thanks to CHRW and the London Music Archive, you can still enjoy the Demics oeuvre.

Three Colour Adventures!

Come with me back to 1942, and the witness the origin of Kid Eternity! Thrills, adventure, and chilling glimpses into the afterlife await you...





Is this the end for the Kid and his grandpa? And what of the brave merchant sailors? Tune in next time for part 2 of "The Origin of Kid Eternity".

Quién es más GLAM

Run, don't walk, over to Harebell's place and bathe in the glam glory. Sadly for my music cred, I only know some of these songs through their 80's covers. Such was life before the interweb. Certainly we can all agree that Slade and T-Rex are far cooler than Quiet Riot and The Power Station. I just didn't know that back when.

"Little Willy" I do know from the old faux-leather-bound-radio days (KD, CL and Herb are well familiar with this era), but I was too young and urban to be glam. My wide-leg jeans phase came late (1979-1980) and were brown cords and not jeans. And weird brown shoes and not boots. Very not glam.

Sadly, I have been told to give up music reviews by my betters, so I leave you with this bit of London (Ontario) glam that I did buy on a 45 with my own damn money after a hellish long bus trip from Herb's house to one of those long-since gone record stores downtown.


Soviet Jewelry

Well, That Was Pleasant

It was gently suggested that I read a Star Trek novel (in a "nice house, shame if it burned down" kind of way). It was also suggested that I read the Vanguard series, specifically Harbinger.

Not wishing to incur the wrath of any alpha male, I sallied forth to the library and checked out my homework. After a couple of pages of standard Trek stuff, there it was:

"Using a sonic screwdriver he'd swiped from a rather daft chap on Barolia..."

Like an indifferent shower handjob from a bored wife, it was just the trick to keep me from straying to other books, or looking at coverless books on the internet.

Not All Music is Good

Glam.I.Rock stands for:
G.OOD
L.YRICS
A.ND
M.USIC

I think this is a big miss in terms of music and lyrics. But I'm sure she's a nice person. Still, I have no idea how it reached the top of The Sixtyone last week.

Try it for yourself. I'm sure Fugle and Herb will love as they are fancy pants dance boys.

Anthem of the Party People



If you want some good Can-Con, try The Rural Alberta Advantage.




Frank is good too. And it's the only song I know of about a rock slide.

Words Mean Stuff, Unless They Don't

And only retards know what they mean.

Retarded (by her own definition) Wendy Sullivan:

"For instance, “retard” means to slow or hinder. It does not mean “stupid”, and the modifiers “mental” or “mentally” refers to the type of impediment. It is not, in and of itself, an attempt at ridicule or character assassination. Referring to someone as “mentally retarded” in official paperwork is not the same as yelling it in anger toward the person who cut you off at the intersection. It just isn’t. The words have a benign meaning. It’s the context in which they are used that can change them."

Okey dokey Wendy, you fucking stupid retard. Which is my official paperwork, so it's alright.

Hey, that was fun. Maybe I should be a Conservative!

A Sop For Your Dollhouse Soul

I've said it before, and at the Rev's behest, I'll say it again. Burn Notice is fantastic, popcorn-munching fun. Fast cars, home-made gadgets, Bruce Campbell and, best of all, Gabrielle Anwar in a variety of diaphanous hankies masquerading as clothing.

He'e Nalu

As winter slowly descends on our quelques arpents de neige, let's take some time to remember that some people, somewhere, are having more fun than we are.

And they look like this while having it.



That's Alana Blanchard, pro surfer. She grew up in Hawaii. She's 18. Sucks to be her. Here she is ripping in Mexico. Where it's warm.

Queen's Wins! Queen's Wins!

As predicted here on this very blog, Queen's will meet the University of Calgary for the Vanier Cup. Let's give it up for Queen's, perennial "passed-over-for-bridesmaids", in their first Vanier appearance in 37 years.

Oil Thigh!



Gaels by 3 in the final.