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Not a good outing. Should have stayed in Toronto for Jordo's send-off (which was promising to be a good time, despite the drizzle on the Madison's patio). Frozen Warnings - Nico I should have heeded her warnings. Ramblin' Gamblin' Man - Bob Seger System Farmer John - Tidal Waves Heinz Baked Beans - The Who Mary Ann With The Shaky Hand (excerpt) - The Who Why Am I Treated So Bad - Julie Driscoll, Brian Auger & The Trinity The First Cut Is The Deepest - P.P. Arnold The fun began during Mary Ann With The Shaky Hand , which developed a shaky performance - skip-o-rama. Veered from late 60s Detroit material to late 60s Britain. O Nosso Amor - Antonio Carlos Jobim/Luis Bonfa Life Is A Carnival - The Band Carnaval - Santana Carnival - The Cardigans Carnaval In Rio - Heino Guess the theme here. This set ran smoothly and I thought all was well and good. Starting thinking ahead to a "fistful of 45s" segment. One hitch - discovered I'd forgotten ...

This week, the Warehouse takes a moment to remember one of the greatest entertainers who ever lived, Mr. Max Monkey. Back in the early 50s, Max charmed audiences around the world with his unique piano jazz stylings. Though he was best known for his boogie woogie tunes, Max was equally adept at mastering the newest sounds of the day. From 1947 to 1961, Max was one of RCA’s best selling artists –who has never seen a copy of 1959’s classic album A Monkey at Carnegie Hall ? The Max Monkey trio (Max on piano, Charlie Chimp on bass and Ollie Orangutan on drums) laboured on through the 1960s, until tragedy struck in 1963 when Charlie was killed in a banana truck mishap. The loss hit Max hard, which exacerbated a growing problem with the bottle. By 1966, Max was reduced to whatever low-paying gig he could find, and spent too much time hanging out with Chet Baker. By 1968, Max had gone through rehab and was ready to take on the world again. Unfortunately, the world wasn’t ready to embrace...

Yeah, it's birthday time again, the last of my twenties. For some friends, this is a sign of creeping mortality, or fear days of youthful misadventure are coming to an end. I'm a year older - hoohah. It's not physical or chronological age that matters, it's your outlook on life, a point proven way back in high school. My year wasn't the most exicting lot on the planet, especially those in my morning home room. They may have been 16, but already gave off the impression of being well into middle age - no crazy stunts, conversations revolving around duck hunting similar to old men, etc. Heck, I was pretty comfortable as a couch potato. Ideas I had in high school I'm glad I didn't stick to: That I would never, ever live in Toronto Fear that by choosing an arts-based residence to live in at university, I'd be stuck with a pile of pretentious creeps The whole "too cool to do certain things" mindset most teens fall prey to, however briefly (if ...

More fun with the BloggerBot. Dancing around fireworks in suburban Guelph on Canada Day, 1997. 

Like show #3, a smooth one, helped by a third CD deck added to the studio. Before going into the playlist, let's take a quick tour of CFRU as it looks in 2004. Here's the main hallway leading to the studios, looking much neater than I remember (the ramp was installed back in the day). What is a campus radio station without a door plastered with promotional stickers? See if you can find your favourite band in this picture. One wing of the CD library, which appears to be in good shape these days. The record library is an environmental disaster, with platters scattered everywhere. There are still traces of the time I attempted a grand reorganization of it years ago - there are still stickers with my handwriting on the shelves. Finally, the on-air studio, where the magic world of radio comes to life. You could accurately film a period piece in here, which is part of its charm (though you'd have to move the old cart machines back in - those were being used into ...

I slept better than usual last night. The Tories didn't win. The NDP got a balance-of-power position. It'll be fun to read right-wing pundits in the next few days, as they try to figure out what went wrong with their dreams of a Canada with Stephen Harper at the driver's seat. Look forward to articles harping on the "cowardice" of Canadian voters to make a significant change, their failure to entirely turf the bums out. Maybe I should pick up a copy of the Post or Sun today, for a laugh... OK, picked up the other papers. Here's the headlines in case you missed them: Globe and Mail: ONTARIO RESCUES MARTIN Toronto Star: MARTIN: WE GOT YOUR MESSAGE National Post: LIBERAL MINORITY Toronto Sun: There are plenty of...RED FACES! The latter was especially sour in its mood, finding fault with voters who seemed crazy voting for a "tax-and-spend" government, disparaging voters for getting "the government they deserve". Howlers from th...

The most relaxed show so far in this summer run - the old CD decks have been moved back into the on-air studio while the new ones are being rejigged (the buttons are too darn sticky). No technical snafus. I've got my groove back. Strict Time - Elvis Costello Opening song, figured it was a good, bouncy tune to get things rolling... Go Go Trudeau - Les Sinners Vote For Me - The Move The Amendment Song - Jack Sheldon Promises Promises - Dionne Warwick Quimby Campaign Ad - The Simpsons Election Special - Monty Python Richard Nixon - Rod & The MSR Singers Dief Will Be The Chief Again - Stringband An election-inspired set, which would have included two more songs if (a) I had spent time at home digging for a tape (Political Science by Randy Newman) and (b) discovered the station had the album on CD, but only the case (Political by Spirit of the West). Could have used more Simpsons. The Python skit is too close to what coverage will be like Monday night - I wonder wha...

The Drive Down No problems on the way. I was surprised that I stuck to 401 most of the trip, except for a trek down the Thousand Islands Parkway, once destined to be 401 - see here for the story. The too-wide bridges for the bike path give away the location of the old westbound lanes. Headed into Montreal at the start of rush hour, but found a way in that didn't trap me in traffic for eons - Rte 20 through Dorion, then along Cote-de-Liesse, then backstreets to Decarie. Anything to avoid the insanity of everyone merging onto the Trans-Canada. Dropped my stuff off at the U of M, then headed downtown on the subway to spend the rest of the day wandering along Sainte-Catherine. Filled up on Indian food, bought a sweater and didn't see anyone sitting on the sidewalk pelting passers-by with pop cans (narrowly avoided that last time down). One thing I noticed on the subway throughout the trip: if New York is the city where everyone shows their affection by yelling at each ...

Back to the airwaves... Your Mind and We Belong Together - Love A much smoother ride this time out, as the problems with CD player prompts have been fixed, though the one deck still sticks when attempting to eject a disc. Grabbed the disc on the top of the stack, featuring the A-side of the last single by the original incarnation of Love. There's A Guy Down At The Chip Shop, Swears He's Elvis - Kirsty MacColl Yesterday's Wine - Willie Nelson Docteur Jekyll et Monsieur Hyde - Serge Gainsbourg Summer Sun - Koop featuring Yukimi Nagano Steven Smith - The Organ Sissyneck - Beck The opening set, playing hopscotch with several eras and genres. Kinda like the Organ disc - what is it about acts on the Mint label I'm attracted to? The Koop track is from a compilation thrown together to tie-in with the Pink Panther DVD box set, mostly loungey remixes. WKNR Newscast June 20/66 - George Hunter Remington Razor ad - Frank Zappa Pata Pata - Miriam Makeba Playing a ...

One of my regular childhood vacation haunts appears to be on its last legs . As mentioned in past entries, my family vacationed in Toledo at least once a year to play around at the Holidome, stock up on glassware at the Libbey factory store and shop at Southwyck Mall. The centre of the mall was a huge sunken pit that Amy and I ran up and down while the parent not watching us went into the Lion department store. We ate kiddie meals at Friendly's or stopped at the only McDonalds mall location I'd ever seen. Samples galore at Hickory Farms, in the days before they set up holiday kiosks everywhere. Stops down the road at Centre supermarket or a meal at Bill Knapp's. Losing a shoe at another Holiday Inn nearby (don't remember, but Mom will never let me forget). Over time, trips to Toledo grew less frequent (replaced by trips to Ann Arbor). I doubt I've been in Southwyck over the past decade, content to read about its decline rather than witness it. One anchor we...

After missing it for a couple of years, took advantage of the first non-miserable weekend of the spring to take in the annual Doors Open event. Day 1 -Commerce Court/King Edward Hotel/St. James Church/Canadian Opera Company (Tanenbaum Centre) Started off above King station, at Commerce Court North , once the tallest building in the British Commonwealth and currently home to CIBC private banking services (and a handy ATM). Stayed around for a brief description of the ornate ceiling and expensive floor, then headed to the Crystal Ballroom at the King Edward Hotel, the closest equivalent Toronto has to Detroit-style ruins (not the hotel, just the ballroom). Enough was left that it wasn't difficult to imagine what the room looked like in its heyday. Faded glory Great views of the city from the ballroom, including this one of the next stop - St. James Anglican Church . Slowly circled around the church, staring at the stained glass and pipe organ (pictures taken of both for...

It wasn't an auspicious start. Hello There - John Cale Playing the first track on the first of my summer run of radio shows went OK. No vocal fumbling when I switched on the mike. Announced the next track as The Who's I Can't Reach You . Went to start the CD player... No sound. The player decided it didn't like my copy of The Who Sell Out . Panic, as nothing else is going right. See, the station has new CD players, but they're sensitive beasts and not user-friendly in their operation. Next time, I taking a tape of the old TV signoff classic, Syncopated Clock, to play in such a situation. Never Had A Dream Come True - Stevie Wonder Sun Watcher - Albert Ayler My Cherie Amour - Roland Kirk Compared To What - Roberta Flack Grabbed the nearest disc I had, which was Stevie Wonder's Signed, Sealed, Delivered and lauched into a soul/jazz set. One mishap along the way - my Manu Dibango disc refused to play, otherwise Hot Chicken would have followed t...

We at the Warehouse regularly check with our competitors to see which innovative, exciting products are being showcased in their stores to gain margin, create excitement and bring customers into their shopping environment (Eds Note: This is the type of retail jargon I have to clean up on a daily basis. Now you know why we're crazy) . We've purchased some of these items, and will present some of interesting finds. There will be parameters. If it's a food product, it must be something we're convinced could be edible. You won't be seeing items like Diet Moxie, any Atkins baked goods, fermented mustard pickles or any pasta made with Papa Smurf's Special Sauce. This week, we visited an Asian grocery store in Scarborough and checked out the wide variety of ramen noodles. The Kashin company has tied their products in with everyone's love for pop music. May we present to you MUSIC UP ! Music Up Pork Ribs Flavour Note emphasis on word "flavour...

As mentioned in previous entries, a group of us entered the Moc Docs contest earlier this year. It was first time I'd ever fully-written a script - any previous attempts to write one never went far (other than a bizarro-world piece written in grade 2, which I'll post when I find it again). Here it is, a mocumentary look at the person who created Hinterland Who's Who...or is about the person filming it? It's not much more than a comedy skit, but it's something. Lots of thanks to the rest of the Robot Dog crew, who pitched in their five cents (especially Stevie D...his script should have received some consideration). Read and laugh or groan... Film begins with familiar strains of Hinterland Who’s Who, opening on a shot of empty parkland or forest, maybe a squirrel or dog running by. Title card - "HINTERLAND WHO’S WHO" A middle-aged man shuffles onto the screen, looking around at nothing in particular, like an animal popping its head out of a ...

Tugboat Bill wants to move you. He really does. The latest chapter in the shifty movers phone message saga (last chapter ws on January 6th - see the archive) found our intrepid moving with a new name and "new" spokesperson. Best Price Movers is now Athletic Movers, and Janos/Jimmy/Boris/Reggie is now Tugboat Bill. He has also lost any trace of an accent and even appears to be taking lessons in concise diction (not as many "ummmm...s" tonight). I saved it, and will dig for the tape recorder that's buried somewhere in the bunker to tape it. One of these has to be immortalized. It's Day 134 of 2004, according to the TTC transfer. A busy one, as far as 134th days go. Pushed loads of paper of work, with one-page documents flying fast and furious. I keep praying none are lost in the shuffle (there have been close calls, but none would have been earth-shattering). Saw off Andrew (our team's coordinator), who's off to relax in Greece for three...

Spring's here, time to get the legs into shape. City-length walk! Started at Yonge and Dundas, to look for a quick bite to eat. Passed on a pamphlet being passed out at the corner, though its name should have led me to give it a glance - Personal Hygiene in Islam . Next time I'm down there, I should take one and see what other works in that series I can come up ( Changing Kitty Litter in Buddhism? Tracing Salmonella in Mormon? Taking Out The Garbage in Shinto? ). Fueled up on shrimp and BBQ pork udon noodles at Lantern (Elm & Yonge), then a quick skim through the newly expanded BMV on Edward. It has taken over the space next door for an increased video section, including lots of public domain cheapies. Passed on those, but did put up some old issues of Mojo and Q, along with a cheap 1959 photography annual for future clipart use. Wandered through the Eaton Centre down to Queen, then headed west. East of Bathurst, my backpack filled up, thanks to cheap 60s Mad m...

For the first time in ages, went out to Guelph Friday night to spin some tunes on CFRU. New equipment caused slight technical snafus, but the night went well. Had proof someone was listening - got a phone call from one of my old co-workers who still has a show on the station (good to hear from ya, Big John!). The playlist 11PM Apr 30-1:05AM May 1 The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash Thought this would make a good opener, after seeing Dawn of the Dead. Tear Stained Letter - Richard Thompson In The Cold, Cold Ground - The White Stripes Belleville Rendez-Vous (English) - Ben Charest Desculpe, Baby - Os Mutantes No connection between any of these tunes. Make It Easy On Yourself - Jerry Butler I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself - Tommy Hunt (There's) Always Something There To Remind Me - Lou Johnson Nikki - Burt Bacharach Do You Know The Way To San Jose? - Dionne Warwick A set of Burt Bacharach tunes, including two obscure original versions of well-known son...

There are times whenever I'm driving between Amherstburg and Ontario where I've gone through all the CDs I brought along for the trip or the other drivers are too insane to take your hand off the wheel for more than a second to change the CD. Unfortunately, the radio landscape is bleak. Lots of signals come in at night, but most provide entertainment for all the wrong reasons. Usually I can get away with CBC, but when the odd program sends my ears screaming, it's time to wander the dial. FM usually proves hopeless, one cookie-cutter, tightly-playlisted station after another. Over to the AM dial, where many a strong signal is wasted on nationally-syndicated talk shows. All these stations from far-flung locales like St. Louis, Philadelphia, Nashville, etc, which could provide interesting windows on what's going on in those locales. Still, I may stay on a station for a few minutes to see how much lower the pole has fallen. Things you notice after checking out a few...

A little Big Apple housecleaning before plunging forward... I sent the titles of the episodes of Hasta En Las Mejores Familias over to Kiersten for translation. These shows make a little more sense now, though still bizarre: Show #1 - Mi pareja me hablo tanto de su amigo, me enamoré de él. My partner talks so much about their friend that I've fallen in love with them (the friend). Show #2 - Mi madre ama a su pareja y a mi me hizo a un lapo. My mother loves her partner and she puts me aside. Show #3 - Me gano la vida como payaso, pero mi hijo no me accepta. I enjoy life as a clown but my child won't accept me. Moving on... Day 3 Me - Greenwich Village/Soho/Union Square Amy - Soho/Upper West Side Together - Curry Hill/Little Italy/Chinatown/City Hall The split day, where we wandered off to do our own thing. Both of us avoided the St. Patrick's Day parade, but saw enough people decked out for it to get a feel for it. Lots of big green hats, makeup, butto...

Note: Still tracking down the images that originally appeared in this post. Day 2 - Metropolitan Museum of Art/Harlem/American Museum of Natural History/32nd & 2nd area All early indications pointed towards decent weather for our trip. As Monday night rolled around, all of the local stations suddenly predicted a monster storm, going into the full-panic mode American TV stations love to go into when more a dusting of snow occurs. We figured there wasn't anything to worry about. Wrong. At least our plans could handle a storm. If it had been an episode of Polka Dot Door, it would have been "get ready, get set for Museum Day." By the time we hit the Met , the storm had started in earnest, with strong winds making it hard to walk from the subway station to the museum. The day soon became an exercise in seeing how long Amy's feet would hold up. The Met is not a puny museum - unless you spent a few days there or had Flash-like powers, it's impossible to...