A sudden chorus of whoops and yibbles burst from a kind of juke box at the far end of the room. Everybody quit talking. The bartender tiptoed back, with the drinks. “What’s happening?” Oedipa whispered. “That’s by Stockhausen,” the hip graybeard informed her, “the early crowd tends to dig your Radio Cologne sound. Later on […]Read more "First gig"
Shortly after Charles Manson died, a couple droll Tweets by Kaleb Horton crossed my feed: They hit me as funny enough to check out Horton’s The Last Exit Show podcast, and I was not disappointed that the most recent episode opened with a monologue that carried on the Mike Love bashing with a certain élan. […]Read more "Rambles"
It was less than a year ago that a lifetime of music collection went up in smoke. Actually, eyewitness reports suggest that the vinyl did not really go up in smoke so much as it dissolved into a molten bubbly mass for about twenty-four hours, eventually hardening into a shiny black orb. Long-time readers of this blog […]Read more "The data does not lie. I am boring."
If you need a highly-amplified act to play your family gathering or children’s party, Breaking Band will show up at your place on a flatbed trailer wearing black t-shirts ready to crank on the kid-friendly tunes. And the little ones can totally rock out with us if they want. And the rumours are true, BB […]Read more "The sound that’s made by worms…"
As we were preparing from our homes on opposite sides of Canada to head off for New York City, my buddy Grant Potter sent me this video by The Town Heroes: It turned out to be almost prophetic, as much of my week was spent with Grant and we gawked around NYC like a similar […]Read more "Room for you… don’t call it a New York City tour diary"