I sure my LEGIONS of readers (LOL!) have noticed that I haven’t been blogging with my same regularity as normal. Truth is that I really haven’t had anything that interesting to say and haven’t had the time lately.
But today, I would like to pay homage to a Canadian that was as symbolic of this country as the Rockies, the maple leaf, hockey, poutine, the CP railway, Saskatchewan grain elevators and the CN Tower. He was a rough-around-the-edges kind of guy who used music to talk about how he saw Canada. Much like Gordon Lightfoot, Connors eschewed the glamour of the south to write and perform songs that would have almost no appeal anywhere else but in his homeland.
My earliest memories of his music were when I was a lad of maybe 9 years old. One of my parents friends named Frank (Mom, if you’re reading this, you’ll know who I’m talking about) had a penchant for Labatt 50 with Stompin’ Tom blaring out on the 8 Track. There was much talk of hockey and ski-doos and I remember growing bored quickly listening to the adults talk and laugh.
But Sudbury Saturday Night, Bud the Spud, The Hockey Song and all the rest… even though I wasn’t and never have been a fan of country-ish music, were fun to listen to.
And they still are.
Cheers, Mr. Connors, and thanks!