JB's Warehouse & Curio Emporium

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