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Diamond dogs and suffragettes….

In spite of my love for his music since I was a child, I didn’t get a chance to see Bowie until the spring of 2004 here in Ottawa. I took my then 11 year-old eldest daughter with me. I thought it important at the time that her first live concert be someone who should could brag about later in life (Since then, my wife and I took our second daughter to see Rush at Bluesfest… for a similar reason). And to my recollection, she loved the show.

This wasn’t at all surprising. Ziggy’s music was timeless; Heroes is just as poignant now as it was when it was first released decades ago. The duet with Freddie Mercury on Under Pressure is still breathtaking. Space Oddity, still haunting. In this age of kiddy-pop, boring melodies and meaningless lyrics, when a Bowie tune comes on the radio, it stands out as something unique.

Below is the only – and I mean ONLY – Christmas tune that I do not automatically switch off when it is played, at any time of the year.

Thank-you, Sir David.


Stompin’ Tom…

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!


A classy move to honour one of the best…

… Musicians ever.

Props to Granada, Spain for naming one of its squares in honour of the great Joe Strummer.




Ottawa’s Live 88.5’s Sunday night show…
Really rox.


Growing up as a teen in the 1970’s…

… I knew the first few chords of Deep Purple’s “Smoke on the Water”.

Every teenage boy did. It was the law.

Jon Lord was one of the best a his craft.


Ottawa is “nodown” with the “hoedown”!

LOL! I kill me!

I guess that if there were even a smidgen – as in a Higgs boson-sized smidgen – of love for country music, I’d be upset about this…

Wait! Let me check agin…. hmmm…. nope. Still nothing…


Tunes for Canada Day!




Wear are my sunglasses?

Cuz I need to wear them tonight!!!


Gordon Lightfoot…

… was pretty good considering his age and his rigourous tour schedule!

His voice, while still unmistakably “Lightfoot”, has gone a little gratey on the high notes and the power just isn’t there anymore.

But still, a good show… Edmund Fitzgerald was as haunting as ever.

Oh, one last thing… that was, by far, the WHITEST audience I’ve ever been a part of.

And the oldest too… not used to being in a crowd where I’m 20 years + under the median!!




Gord had better come back soon or this crowd in gonna get ugly.

Real ugly.

Crashing scooter and clashing canes ugly!

One can feel the tension. Man.