Kaidy Mae

Yeah, we get Mariposa, but it can be hit and miss. Somehow I'm always scheduled to work that weekend though. Grrrrr...

Maybe next year.

Arrested Development is HILARIOUS!!!

what a lovely story, Kaidy Mae!!

how soon after the 'epiphany' did you fly home?

2 days later. It was the first time I was actually happy to see snow.

P.S. Yes, Scotty's right...I LOVE THE SLIP!!!

Bwaaahaaahaaahaaahaaaaa!!! Too funny guys!

No, sorry for the confusion Del & Meggo. Studog is definitely not 40 (or even close). I was in the same year as him when we were in college (and I thought I was the oldest in the class). BandWhore was also in my year. We just bugged Studog about being the oldest dude in college. I think he kind of like the "dirty old uncle" kind of role. The DIRTY part certainly fits. Man, I miss that cat.

Scotty and I also took the same program, but he was 2 years ahead of me, so we didn't really know each other then.

There sure are a lot of Fanshawe/London folks on here. Ahhh, good old Beats.

Hmmm...American Beauty has always been one of my picks should I ever find myselft stuck on a deserted island. However, now I'm thinking I haven't given Workingman's Dead that much attention lately. Also, Aoxomoxoa needs another spin. Thanks folks. I'm totally undecided, but I know what I'm throwing on when I get home tonight.

Standing on the Moon

I was touring around when I was 17 or so and found myself on the glorious Hawaiian islands for a time with my best friend. It was beautiful. The weather was nice. We had a suite pad to stay at, a car at our disposal. Bottles of VO were a mere $7 (hell ya), we made friends with a parrot owner on the north shore who hooked us up with some island treats, we went to luaus, shopped in the market, met hot Belgian waiters, etc. It should've been so perfect.

But the whole time...I was miserable. Absolutely miserable. I was in one of the most incredible places in the world, with no money worries and not a care in the world...but finding it so hard to smile. I was so homesick for everyone. I guess it was the first time I had been away from everyone I love for an extended period. I just remember sitting in our room at Christmas listening to the albums I had brought and not fully understanding what in the hell was wrong with me. Just then, Jerry's vocals interrupted my thoughts with astounding clarity...

"...Ohhhhhhh a lovely view of heaven, but I'd rather be with you..."

It was then that I realized that it doesn't matter where you are, or what you have, as long as you are with the people who can make you smile.

To address the Hip-Hop/Rap situation, and I am by no means an expert, however, I don't think it's fair to hate this genre with a mere brushstroke.

I would hardly call myself an expert either. But Blackalicious can really make you shake a tail feather. It's not all ghetto, shoot-em-up sh!t. It's very socially concsious and experimental (crazy percussion at times, Ben Harper and a slew of other guest vocalists, etc). The lyrics aren't about their b!tches and rides. I think the negativity and misogyny of rap is one of the reasons why I usually despise it.

Also, DJ Logic folks? Come on. I love what he did with Karl Denson. It's definitely not fair to paint everyone with the same brush. But in general, that music does pretty much suck.

HOWEVER, even jam music produced by no-talent ass clowns would suck too! I think it's a case of one genre being very popular and the market being flooded by people who think they can make it, paired with people who think they can sell it. I worry that with the emerging popularity of the jamband scene if we will eventually start seeing (hearing) this as well. Ick! I sure hope not.

Brian Doerner, Helix's drummer, is a good family friend... they still sucked though... ::

Haaaaaaaaaaa!!! Too funny. I think Helix played in Orillia not too long ago though. See? Aside from Metallica cover bands and "Shania Twin" (as the rip-off calls herself) we do get some really good bands. ::

I must confess though, I passed on the Helix show. Hands down, Orillia is the all-time worst place to see live music. Oh, so sad.

Awesome Scotty! Looking forward to it. But man...YOU WORK TOO MUCH!!! I know I'm not the first person to tell you that.

And yeah, Studog's frickin' OLD!!! Ha! He definitely won't be spending his birthday with me now. Uh oh!

And Low Roller, I think the dizzy girl meant it in the most literal of ways. That sicko!

Oooh, Larry King and Tom Wolfe are starting to look a lot alike. If that jerk threw on a white suit I'd have no idea. Hmmm, so does that mean Wolfe's starting to look like Beavis? Nahhhhh! It can't.

The 25th to check out Jazzberry Ram at Call the Office. I'll be there for the weekend. The next day is Studog's 40th birthday!!!

I'm trying to convince him to come into town. Try to get Sat or Sun off so that I don't have to bug you to stay out all night drinking with me for nothing. ::

i've still gotta watch teenage catgirls sometime...

Ha! Yeah, you do! I've only seen the beginning. I'll bring it down in Feb. and trade ya for my book. That's hilarious.

What hills do you ride around Ottawa?

Yeah, I've been meaning to change my location info. By "O-town" I meant Orillia. Ooops! But if I'm ever in Ottawa, should I check that place out? I'm usually at Horseshoe. Mt. St. Louis is good, but closes at 4 ::

Blue Mountain isn't too far from here either. I'm heading to Snow Valley with my work tonight. If I recall it's kinda lame, but I figured I'd check it out anyway. You're right, it's DAMN cold today, but I've already committed to this. Oh well. I'll do a few runs and then enjoy a glass of gin by the fire. Ahhhhh...

This is exactly why this whole debacle has driven me so crazy...everyone says it's one of the best albums.

That's it though, this dog-f*ckin' thing is over! I'm taking it with me out on the hills tonight. Yeeehawww!

Never thought to dodge the pet food aisle though. Good call.

you must desensitize!!

crank 'er up to 11 and put on some doggy porno!!

Haaaa! Scotty, that's the best advice I've gotten in ages. Can I borrow some of your doggy porn? I just have Teenage Catgirls in Heat.

AD, thanks for the solid rating. And the grocery store idea is brilliant. I get a real geeky enjoyment roaming around the produce section of the A&P at like 2 am. I swear it's where I do my clearest thinking. I'm heading there tonight. Thanks guys!

You know when you first get an album, and you try to give it a listen to in order to create a certain memory of that album? Well, let me try to explain.

I've been a big fan of Wilco for a while now, but before I was with my ex I never really listened to them. Therefore, all of my Wilco stuff reminded me of him. Except one: Being There. We never had that album. After our wretched breakup, I took a long break from Wilco. I ran across Being There at the local record shop and decided to make some new Wilco memories.

I had just moved into a new place and was a little particular of when I wanted to hear the album for the first time. I just let it sit for a few days. Then one night after frequenting the local watering hole, I had some friends back to hang out at the new digs. Eureka! Great idea! Let's sit up in my room with the "green lady" and throw on that Wilco. Yeah!

I was thinking, "This is just f*cking perfect. I'm here with some old pals I haven't seen in ages, catching up, getting down and enjoying some good tunes."

Well, didn't that all change. My roommate also had some friends back after the bar. This Tammy broad pops into my room,

"Mmmm, smells good in here!"

So we invite her to hang out. She seemed a little young and naive, but a nice girl. We're all pretty mellow as we're trying to absorb Jeff Tweedy & friends. She keeps blabbering on about this new boyfriend of hers and how things are moving really quickly, he already bought her a ring (after 2 weeks), etc. The 3 guys hanging out with me had no interest in her tales.

Out of freakin' nowhere, this girl says,

"The only problem is, my boyfriend likes to f*ck dogs."

:: :: :: :: :: :: ::

Yeah, exactly! We're like, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!?" She goes on trying to explain that he's a really nice guy, and maybe he just wants someone to love him enough that they can understand why he's so attracted to dogs. ::

Clay: "I can't believe you're still with this dude! Gross".

Tammy: "Well, what should I do?"

Brian: "Call the Humane Society!!!"

Day: "I can't believe you just told us that!"

Me: "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST RUINED MY NEW WILCO ALBUM!!!"

Yes folks, from this day forward, when that album comes on, I will always think of that waste-case 20 year old with the dog f*cking boyfriend (affectionately nicknamed Skippy).

So I guess what I need to know is whether anyone has any advice on how to cleanse this album. Will I ever be able to enjoy it? Should I be hypnotized? Should I buy some sage smudge sticks? Or should I just surrender and use the discs as coasters?

There are certain CD's that beg to be played

When it's raining:

Morphine (Like Swimming)

Charlie Parker

After a break-up:

Billie Holiday's Greatest Hits

After hearing from an old friend:

The Velvet Underground

If I was ever to off myself (ha ha):

California Dreamin' by the Mama's & the Papa's. Mercy! That song and a metronome is my idea of hell. ::

I don't know why those albums/artists at those times. Any other time, pretty much anything goes. Well, except for country or Rush. ::

I must say, I think I try to match my mood as well. When I'm super angry, the last thing I want to hear are songs that remind me of being happy. I don't want to taint them. I'm a big fan of At the Drive In when I'm raging mad. I need the screaming. It doesn't take long before I've mellowed out enough to listen to Primus or Modest Mouse or something. Eventually I can receed back into my usual listening tastes, but I need some rage at first.

The worst is when that happens first thing in the morning. Nothing like the Deftones for breakfast.

Yay!!! That's awesome. I love that album! And it's one I actually bought.

Oh Jesus man! Go home. That's some heavy stuff to deal with. I'd hope that your employer would understand. Although, on the flip side, maybe a distraction would be good for you. I'm really sorry that your day started off like that. I hope that everyone's okay.

My Dad and my uncle stopped at an accident on Hwy 400 years ago. The car in front of them went off the road. When they stopped they could see a woman trying to get her baby out of a car seat. When they finally got close to the car, it burst into flames. There was nothing they could do but stand there and listen to the mother screaming. Neither of them have ever mentioned it to this day.

I only mention this because it could be a whole lot worse. And more importantly, it's good that you're talking about it. Things like that can change us forever...if we let them.

I'm amazed at how many accidents there are this time of year. I guess we just can't grasp the fact that we have to slow down and be extra careful. There were 2 accidents on my way to Barrie this morning. When I drive down the hwy every morning, I sometimes can't help but feel like I'm playing Russian Roulette.

I'm with you Esteban on the Star Jones thing. Man oh man, she is annoying.

However, I find Bill O'Reilly to be even beyond loathsome. *shudder* I can't even think of a punishment appropriate for that man.

Also, if any of you caught Michael Moore's Tv show from a few years back (The Awful Truth), you will no doubt recall the episode with the "Sodomobile" and Rev. Fred Phelps. Phelps is the Baptist minister who drives around America protesting at the funerals of gay men who have died of AIDs or who have been murdered in gay-bashing incidents. He launched a freakishly successful "God Hates Fags" campaign and felt that advertising his cause to grieving families was the most obvious way to teach people about the evils of the love that dare not speak its name. He has got to be one of the most deplorable human beings on earth. Thank goodness he's on God's side. Whoa!

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I'm so glad there are so many other folks on here who are not all wild about Rush. I don't know what the big freaking deal is. I posted on Jamhub that Rush was my pick for the most over-rated band of all time and some people lost it.

I mean COME ON!!! Geddy Lee squealing like a girl getting her hair pulled...Neil Peart and his @*#^$!#$@& cowbell...GRRRRR!!! Enough already boys! Leave the cowbell to the pros...like Christopher Walken.

I especially hate that vocal effect I've been hearing for five years that makes everyone sound the same. I'm sure I don't have to describe it.

Errrr!!! I absolutely hate that. And it frustrates me to no end that I cannot describe it to people who have no idea what I'm talking about. I don't understand why bands like Creed, Nickelback, etc. all have to have that same, generic male voice. Oooooh, man, there has to be a name for this ugliness. I can't tell any of those jerks apart.

i just went and checked my parents tape rack.

they have #'s 11, 13 and 14 in pretty much mint condition.

fu©kin right! these are going straight to my car.

Ha ha ha!!! That's awesome. I'm so glad other people have these tapes as well. I'm going to check at my folks' house next time I'm there and try to highjack some Solid Gold. ::

I'm a little relieved to see that someone else was also into PE's Takes A Nation of Millions. Fear of a Black Planet was also on regularly. I only mention this again b/c I caught a glimpse of The Surreal Life on Much last week. Flava Flav is just too much man! I was truly sad to see that he's ditched his trademark giant clock necklace. Ha ha ha! ::