



Episode 158: Appreciating John Williams with Robert Daniels
It is time. At long last, this episode is finally happening! And what a monumental task it is.
John Towner Williams: 27 Grammy Awards, 5 Academy Awards, 7 BAFTA Awards, 3 Emmy Awards and 4 Golden Globe Awards. Also an honorary Knighthood. Everyone with access to media has heard John Williams’ music at some point in their lives, on TV, the movies or radio. How do we tackle this man’s career in just an hour?
Answer: We call up Rob Daniels from Visions In Sound!
A lifelong fan who has examined the music of Williams on his show for over 25 years, Rob is the man when it comes to film scores. Tonight we’ll look at our CD collections (and a cassette), and appreciate the best of the very best: John Williams!
Click above for the link to our streams.
Friday August 28 at 7:00 PM EST, 8:00 PM Atlantic. Enjoy on YouTube or Facebook.
THE ADVENTURES OF THE NORTHERN LIGHTS – Phase 3 – The Unicron Saga
Chapter Seven: Jex Feels It Again
Jex Rambo was on high alert.
The last few days were a flash! One moment he was finishing up paperwork for Mr. Durling and the Durling Foundation, and the next he was on a plane with the mysterious Night Ranger on his way to Ontario. There were some very important documents kept at Aaron’s Archive in Owen Sound. Jex and the Ranger were assigned to protect the Archive. Much to his shock and disbelief, their friends Mike and Harrison had recently been attacked by a Transformer. An actual alien robot disguised as a truck. Anything goes now, thought Jex. What was fiction is real, and he could not rest.
And so he patrolled, outside, keeping a close eye on every vehicle, person and animal he spotted. Shirtless, of course, Jex Rambo didn’t even break a sweat in the hot sun. The consummate professional.
He reached to his belt and pulled out his radio.
“Rambo to Ranger, Rambo to Ranger, come in Night Ranger,” he spoke. “Over.”
“Night Ranger here,” replied the mysterious figure. “On the roof.”
Jex looked up and shaded his eyes from the bright mid-day sun. A figure in black could be seen, crouching, watching.
“Got you in my sights,” confirmed Jex. “You got this area covered mon ami. I’m going to widen my patrol. Will report back. Jex out.”
While he missed the ocean, Owen Sound wasn’t so bad. There was water, and the people were friendly. Not to mention, he got to hang out with Aaron again. In theory! Aaron was currently with his family at a hockey game. The Owen Sound Attack. Not as great as the Moncton Wildcats, but not bad, thought Jex. He hoped his friend was having a good time. Meanwhile, it was his job to make sure the Archive was secure. It was a modest house in the outskirts of town, but the Durling Foundation had spared no expense with a top-notch security system. Not to mention, the best security that money could buy: Jex and the Night Ranger themselves!
Jex’s radio crackled again. “Jex Rambo here,” he spoke.
“Hey, it’s me again,” said the voice on the other end: the Night Ranger. “Listen, I hate to bug you, but since you’re out there…”
Jex shrugged. The Ranger had a habit of sending him out on errands while he sat on the roof. “Yeah…” sighed Jex.
“It’s no big deal if you can’t, but I was browsing Discogs and you won’t believe it. There is a local seller here in town with a Japanese picture sleeve promo copy of ‘Don’t Tell Me You Love Me’ and Mr. Durling would really like to have it. Since it’s right here in town, you understand.”
“Yeah…” sighed Jex again. “Give me the address. I’ll go pick it up.”
Jex was seated in the vehicle that the Durling Foundation had sent them for local travel. As was his penchant lately, Durling was using cars designed after original Generation One Autobots. And so, he found himself behind the wheel of a yellow Lamborghini with a huge silver exposed engine in the back. “Sunstreaker” was what Durling had called it. Jex was driving in the least inconspicuous vehicle in all of Ontario right now. At least it was a sweet ride. Stopped at a traffic light, a gaggle of girls swooned at his manly visage in the yellow supercar. He raised his sunglasses, winked and gunned the engine. Yeah, this wasn’t a bad ride at all.
He glanced again at the GPS. “Ray” was the contact, and the location was only a few more lights away. It was a popular bar called The Big Prize. According to a Google search, their karaoke contest every Friday night always drew a crowd.
“Maybe I’ll stay and have some wings,” thought Jex. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a good half-pound of chicken wings. “Night Ranger always sending me out on these errands for Durling. You never see him going out. ‘Oh I can’t show my face.’ What an excuse. Just a reason to make Jex do all his work! I’m going to get hot wings.”
There it was just ahead: The Big Prize Karaoke Bar and Grill. Looked alright. It was midday and so there was ample parking. He pulled the yellow beast into a perfect spot right in front of the entrance. Stepping out and shirtless, Jex easily drew the attention of passers-by.
“Sorry ladies, I’m here on business!” he chided as he cooly crossed the sidewalk to the entrance of the bar. One fainted, but was caught by her friend. Jex didn’t notice, however, because he soon found himself thwarted in his mission. By a sign.
“NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO ENTRY” it said in big, bold yellow text.
“Merde!!” stomped Jex. “Foiled by a stupid yellow sign!”
Jex had to park the Lambo way back in the Walmart parking lot. Durling would be furious if he got a scratch or a ding. But, he needed a shirt. Walmart would have a cheap T-shirt he could throw on, surely.
He strolled up to the big entrance, now starting to sweat a bit in the afternoon sun. The doors swooshed open and he strode into a blast of cold air.
“O, ça fait du bien!!” he exclaimed as the Walmart air conditioning bathed his skin. “That feels so good.”
He smiled and walked through the gate, only to be halted by a little old lady in a red vest.
“I’m sorry sir, you can’t come in without a shirt!” She tapped a yellow sign with a marker in her hand. Jex pulled his sunglasses down his nose to take a closer look. “Qu’est-ce que c’est??” The sign read SHIRTS AND SHOES MUST BE WORN IN THIS ESTANBLISHMENT.
“Merde again!!” swore Jex. He swiftly felt bad for it. “Oh, sorry lady, pardon my French. It’s just that I need a shirt!”
“Oui, you do!!” she returned to him in a sarcastic tone. “Don’t make me tap the sign again.”
“Touché ,” said Jex. Just then, a kid entered and walked up to Jex. He poked him in the arm.
“Hey mister!” he said with excitement. “Is that your car out there?”
“It sure is!” smiled Jex. “Hey wait. Kid – you wanna make a little extra money today?” He handed the kid two twenties. “Go in and buy me a T-shirt, large size. Bring it back to me and you can keep the change.”
“Sure thing mister!!”
The kid ran into the store. Jex smiled at the lady, and waited.
And waited. He tapped his toes to the muzak. Waited some more.
10 minutes. Now 20.
“I don’t think he’s coming back,” said the lady.
“Sacré bleu!” stomped Jex again. “Hey…lady…would you mind? I really need a shirt, as you know, and you can keep the change. Please…help a guy out?” He pleaded.
The lady, smirked. She pretended to think about it a moment, and then said “Gimme $50 and I’ll go get you a T-shirt.”
Jex winced, but pulled two more twenties and a ten from his wallet. “Merci madame, merci.” And you’re welcome, he thought to himself.
The lady took his money and grinned. Five minutes later she was back with a Walmart shopping there.
“Thank you for shopping at Walmart, your receipt is in the bag, have a nice day sir,” she said, handing him the plastic bag.
“Merci,” Jex repeated, and ran back to the Lambo. He opened the bag and pulled out a shirt. A white T-shirt with Barney the dinosaur on it. The receipt fell out of the bag, onto the ground. Jex bent over and picked it up.
“Sacré bleu again!!” He read it aloud: “SALE – FIVE DOLLARS!?” It didn’t take a calculator to do the math. He was down $85 because of a $5 T-shirt! He drove the Lambo up to the entrance, squealed the tires, and flipped the old lady the bird. Her mouth fell agape in shock, but Jex didn’t feel badly this time.
“I’ve had about enough of this day,” said Jex to himself. The cool air blasted his face inside the Lambo. “Well, at least all I have to do now is pick up the record.”
Once more, he parked the yellow Lambo in front of The Big Prize Karaoke Bar and Grill. He stepped out and grimaced as he slipped on his brand new Barney the Dinosaur T-shirt. It fit, but…wow. This time, a flock of girls laughed as he entered the bar.
“Haha, yeah, it’s a funny shirt,” he waved. “I’m wearing it ironically of course.” They giggled some more.
A server greeted him at the front desk, but tried not to stare at his shirt. “Hello and welcome to the Big Prize! Can I get you a table? Karaoke room is popular today.”
“Actually, I’m a bit late…long story…but I was supposed to meet a guy named Ray here. Is he still here?” asked Jex.
“Oh! Ray the owner? Yes he’s right over there, in the karaoke room.” She pointed to a man in the adjoining room. He was slender, with sunglasses, and a shaved head.
“Oh he’s the owner! Merci!” said Jex, “Can I order some hot wings too?” he asked.
“I’ll put the order in now!” she replied. Ray noticed them from his seat, and made a signal to someone. Then he motioned for Jex to come to his table.
Jex removed his sunglasses and smiled with hand extended, as he approached Ray the owner. Ray stood, and removed his glasses. He did not look happy. Jex could see that.
“I’m really sorry that I’m late, long story,” said Jex in way of apology. But Ray wasn’t hearing any of it. He looked Jex straight in the eye.
“I don’t know Tim Durling…but you? I never forget a face…mister…Rouselle?”
Jex gasped.
“Ray Coburn…” he whispered.
It all came back in a flash. It was years ago, but it did happen. A viral video. Jex mocking the song “Feel It Again” by Honeymoon Suite… especially making fun the of keyboards. A song Ray Coburn wrote. Ray Coburn, the keyboard player for Honeymoon Suite. Coburn called him out online. Jex issued a second video in way of apology, but it failed to take. “It wasn’t your keyboards, man! It’s the fact that there were keyboards in the first place!” pleaded Jex in the video, not ingratiating himself to Ray in any way.
Ray smiled at him coldly. “Please…have a seat.” He motioned to the chair across from him. “I am well chuffed to finally meet you in person. What a surprise!” He grinned wide and clapped his hands together. Jex sat awkwardly, as a lone bead of sweat worked its way down the left side of his face.
“Comfortable?” asked Coburn.
Jex squirmed in his chair a bit, trying to get settled. “Yes…thank you. Ummm, Mr. Coburn, I am truly sorry….”
Ray interrupted. “And I thought my day couldn’t get any better! I just booked a fall tour playing keyboards for Larry Gowan. And now the famed music critic Jex Russell walks through my door! What are the odds?”
Jen cleared his throat. “Yeah, about that, I truly do apologize…”
Coburn shushed him. “Oh, I know you do, especially now that you need something from me. Durling already sent the funds. The Night Ranger 7″ promo. My friend Harry Hess…you know, from Harem Scarem? Another band you criticized. Harry brought this back from one of his Japanese tours. He gave me a whole box of records in fact. When Mr. Durling offered to buy it, he didn’t mention that he was sending you of all people to pick it up! A bonus, so to speak. Icing on the cake. A treat for me, to finally meet the great music critic in person! The honour is mine.”
Every word dripped with sarcasm. Jex was extremely uncomfortable. The server brought him his hot wings, but sensing the tension at the table, said nothing besides “enjoy”. She made a swift exit, and left Ray and Jex alone.
“Have a chicken wing,” instructed Coburn. “When I heard your order, I asked the chef to make them extra special just for you.”
“Oh…yay…” said Jex as he looked at the plate beneath him. The wings steamed on the plate, and the capsaicin in the sauce fumes burned the sensitive skin inside his nose, as he inhaled. He coughed. Ray smiled. Jex looked him in the eye as he steeled his face. He grasped a drumstick with both hands and raised it to his mouth. He bit and pulled half the meat off in one bite. Before the heat could hit his tongue, he took a second bite, finishing the rest of the meat and skin. He dropped the naked bone onto his plate, and returned his gaze to Ray. He coughed. He coughed some more. He was choking and there was no water on the table! Ray smiled. Jex’s fingers were covered in sauce. Wiping them on Barney the Dinosaur’s stomach, he made a drinking motion, asking for water. Ray signaled the waitress, who brought a glass filled with water and ice. Jex grabbed it with desperation and gulped every last drop of cold liquid. The relief was temporary as the burning returned. Jex was sweating from his scalp, and tears were forming in his eyes.
“Sacré…bleu!” he croaked.
“Spicy, right?” chided Ray. “That’s Pepper X extract, my personal stash. 2,693,000 Scoville heat units. I’ll let you Google how hot that is when you gain control of your face again!” he chuckled.
That face was red and leaking fluid from every orifice except his ears. Jex thought he knew what pain was. He sucked back an ice cube from his water glass.
“Listen, Mr. Coburn, truly you’ve made your point and I’m sorry!” he coughed. “What does it take for me to prove that?”
Ray smiled. He had been waiting for Jex to ask that very question.
“You’re going to get up there on the karaoke stage, and sing ‘Feel It Again’.”
“Merde,” said Jex. He still had sauce on some of his fingers, but most of it was on his shirt. “Yeah, OK.”
“Great!” said Ray. “Send everyone in!”
“What??” exclaimed Jex. Soon, the whole kitchen staff, all the servers, and a large number of guests had gathered in the room. Ray got up on the karaoke stage.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and patrons of all ages! We have a treat for you this afternoon at The Big Prize karaoke room! We have an online celebrity with us. The great music critic, Jex Rambo! He is a big Honeymoon Suite fan, and he is going to sing ‘Feel It Again’, which I wrote. Jex…come on down.”
Jex smiled sheepishly and waved at the crowd as they clapped modestly. He had to blink through the tears still forcing their way out of his eyes. The hot chicken wing sauce continued to burn his throat, but he had already drank all the water. He stepped up, glanced at the lyric monitor, and gripped the microphone. He focused. No little pepper sauce was going to stop him from completing his mission. This stupid errand, that the Night Ranger didn’t want to do himself! Well, he didn’t need the Night Ranger to save him. He held the microphone to his mouth and glared at Ray.
“Let’s do this,” he said with steel in his eyes.
The song started. Derry Grehan’s opening guitar licks were backed by Ray’s…wonderfully dominant keyboards.
“If you would just be sensible, you’d find me indispensable,” coughed Jex.
“I pray deep down in destiny, that places you with me, Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” OK, that line went better. Jex got more comfortable as he sang each line. Too many keyboards! But he powered his way into the chorus.
“Thank you!” bowed Jex. “Thank you downtown Owen Sound, the pleasure was all yours!” he shouted as he leaped off the stage.
He made his way back to the table. Ray handed him some napkins for his saucy hands, and the vinyl record. After Jex had sufficiently cleaned the sauce off his fingers, Ray extended a hand. Jex grasped it and shook.
“Well done Mr. Rambo. The wings are on the house. You’re welcome back here any time. Tell Durling to enjoy the record,” said Ray.
“I will Mr. Coburn, and thank you. You can finish the wings! By the way, you were great when I saw you with Kim Mitchell,” replied Jex.
Coburn nodded in appreciation, and Jex headed back to the exit. And then he realized, he had in fact been inside without a shirt. Small triumph, but still a triumph.
Another girl fainted as Jex stepped into the yellow Lambo. He winked as he burned rubber down the Owen Sound road.
“Not a bad day after all,” said Jex to himself. “Mission accomplished, back to base and a big, cold glass of milk!”
The Lambo was soon out of sight, and quiet returned to the town. Adventure would wait for another day. The Night Ranger would have to be on duty tonight. Jex had other plans. “Racing after midnight,” he smiled. Gripping the wheel, he revved the Lamborghini off into the sunset, into the Ontario countryside.
THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN: PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA ![]()
THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN: PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA
THE ADVENTURES OF THE NORTHERN LIGHTS: PHASE THREE – THE UNICRON SAGA
SPINOFFS AND SIDE QUESTS
THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’
THE WRITER’S ROOM
GRAB A STACK OF ROCK bonus episode
Did you ever have a Where’s Waldo book when you were growing up? Or, perhaps you knew a niece or nephew who enjoyed finding the bespectacled Waldo on a joyfully printed page full of activity? Here at Grab A Stack of Rock, we are no strangers to these illustrated search books. Now you can get an Iron Maiden version: Where Is Eddie? by Fantoons.
Featuring artwork interpreted from several key Iron Maiden albums and singles, your task is to find Eddie in each. There are also numerous “easter eggs” to find on each page, with Maiden references deep and obscure. Can you even find the band members? It’s not that hard, but it sure is fun.
As Harrison continues his hiatus, this episode comes courtesy of Mike with Harrison’s understudy. We hope you enjoy this little bonus episode! When Harrison returns, the next episode will be #35 Legacy of the Beast. Until then, have a look (not too spoiler-y) at this art book that goes from the 1980 debut up to The Book of Souls. Up the Irons and see you again soon on 50 Years of Iron Maiden!
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RECORD STORE TALES #1249: Winter’s Call
Fall leaves have changed their color,
Winter’s on its way,
I’m lookin’ for the sunny part of town,
And leaving on, I hear the wicked cold winds call me,
They say, don’t fly away…
I feel it earlier this year. The chill of the cold. The dark of the sky. The dreaded Seasonal Affective Disorder. It is coming.
What is unexpected about this is that I didn’t have it last year. I barely felt it the year before. I can feel it readying its return in 2026.
I think what prompted this was my recent realization that I’ve only gotten a fraction of the things done that I wanted to do this summer. Many projects started, and without the time left to complete them. I’m speaking specifically of cottage projects. My Transformers collection lives there, because it is the best environment for animation. I did get a lot of animation done this year, and hope to complete at least two more shorts before we close up. This is a lot less than I had hoped.
We hit several goals. Food experiments were a success this year. I haven’t even talked about this stuff here, because I’ve been feeling less shackled to writing (most of my writing has been fiction, with Harrison). 2026 was greeted by a new Napoleon four-burner barbecue, and we just finished off its first wagyu and tomahawk steaks. Wait until you see some of this stuff! I have other things that I’ll be presenting in video form, that being my current medium of choice. I’ve been writing about music since about 1994, but I’ve been making videos even longer. This summer represented new achievements in the video realm, outside of animation.
In order to make it through winter, I need to focus on creative goals for home. We just don’t have as much space here at home to do videos the way I want to, so certain projects must take a back seat while I turn to home hobbies.
At home, we took cooking indoors to a massive upgrade by making my own spaghetti sauce from scratch. There’s no reason not to continue exploring in that direction. I have to admit, Stanley Tucci’s series Tucci in Italy has been a massive inspiration. There’s that to remember when the months turn cold.
This is the winter I decided to learn how to draw, and I’m preparing now. I have two drawing books, that I purchased from Treats & Tales in Kincardine Ontario. These are How to Draw Comic Book Heroes by Mark Bergin, and 1978’s classic How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way, by Stan Lee and John Buscema. I’m going to buy some drawing supplies and take a shot at it this winter. I may be in over my head. I’m not used to drawing; I’ve never been trained and I haven’t attempted drawing since the early 90s. However, I never said my goal was to draw a comic book. My goal is to learn how to draw. So here we go. That’ll be something to keep me occupied this winter.
I think that’s enough for a start.
Example of the kind of videos that work best at the cottage
Episode 157: In Defense of Hair Metal with Dan Chartrand and Ashley Geisler
Does any genre of music endure as much derision and mockery as hair metal?
For this episode we have Dan Chartrand, something of an expert on the genre, and Ashley Geisler gathered together to discuss and defend!
We’re going to look at it from multiple angles: Influence, Image, Musicianship, Lyrics, and much more. We won’t be backing down as Mike asks the hard questions about sexism and debauchery.
Once again, former Helix drummer Archie Gamble has brought commentary on three drummers that are important in their own ways to the hair metal scene. Archie brings great insight and recognition.
As always we will have examples from our extensive collections to show you! Don’t miss this one, live!
Friday August 121 at 7:00 PM EST, 8:00 PM Atlantic. Enjoy on YouTube or Facebook.
Today on TVC, Tim Durling finally gives in to the alien force that is Angine de Poitrine! Joining him is superfan Mike Ladano, and music archivist Robert Lawson who recently saw AdP in concert. Yow!
What is it about Angine de Poitrine? At 333 years old (each), they have come to Earth to show us “Music 2”, the natural successor to “Music”. Many have decried the gimmick: whacky costumes, microtonal bass and guitar, loops and alien “vocals”. Is that enough to make someone play the album on repeat at work? Watch the episode and find out.
What we discovered is that all three of us have different levels of appreciation for Angine de Poitrine, but that there is something special and unique about this band. It goes beyond the quirks. Something about this bizarre music is catchy and contagious. It scratches an itch you didn’t know you had. Robert speaks of a concert vibe that he’d never witnessed before. Even Rufus agrees!
I for one welcome our new alien overlords.
Later today on TVC!
Episode 156: The April Wine Album Review with Tim Durling
Hot on the heels of his Fleetwood Mac and Night Ranger books, Tim is back! This time it’s with an April Wine Album Review, and it’s a good one. Durling tends to focus on artists that don’t already have books available. If you’ve ever wanted to get into April Wine, this is the book and this is the show!
Unlike last time with Fleetwood Mac, Mike will be hosting while Harrison has the day off. Cohosting, if schedules align, will be book contributor D’Arcy Briggs.
We also have, for the third week in a row, former Helix drummer Archie Gamble with a clip. This time he’s going to tell us about Jerry Mercer’s legendary drum solo.
It’s the Sign of the Gypsy Queen, you don’t have to check All Over Town. You can buy the book at your local Amazon. You too can be a Roller, or a Hard Rock Kid, Tonite! Check out the show as we quiz Mr. Durling on all things April Wine.
Friday August 14 at 7:00 PM EST, 8:00 PM Atlantic. Enjoy on YouTube or Facebook.
NEWS: After a 33 year absence and acrimony, Ritchie Blackmore finally stood on stage with the band he founded. He played “Smoke on the Water” to thousands of crazy fans at Jones Beach. Watch the video, and hear the Stratocaster play that riff one more time.
Just look at Ian Gillan, watching as Blackers starts the riff. CHILLS! Blackmore playfully pokes Ian. It’s so lovely. And that solo! It might not have the speed of the past, but the feel and melodic construction is all there.
Mostly, the warmth that was never there on stage, is palpable. And it is so beautiful to see.
5/5 stars
In a livestream, Blackmore said:
“I actually called up… I didn’t call him up, I sent my A.I. pigeon to Ian Gillan in Portugal, where he lives at the moment. And I said, ‘How would you feel about if I got up just for an encore? Just one of the songs. I don’t want to intrude.’ And I said, ‘No pressure — just kind of [for] old times’ sake.’ I’m 81 now. So he seemed to love the idea, put it to the band, got a thumbs up and it looks like we might be doing that.”
“I have my roadie there kind of now, setting up my amplifier. But I’ll be using a small amplifier, but it’s very loud. It’s what I use when I record. I hope I can compete with the guitar player, because I can see that he has very big amplifiers behind him. So, it’d probably just be the one number, as it’s been a while. I changed my strings on my Strat, which I haven’t done in over 25 years… I hope the guy out in the front can turn me up. I’ve got my roadie there for a soundcheck.”
NEWS: Ritchie Blackmore’s camp has announced that the Man In Black will play at least one song tonight August 12 in Jones Beach with Deep Purple, the band he left in 1993.
Bootleggers, do your thing.
In a livestream, Blackmore said:
“I actually called up… I didn’t call him up, I sent my A.I. pigeon to Ian Gillan in Portugal, where he lives at the moment. And I said, ‘How would you feel about if I got up just for an encore? Just one of the songs. I don’t want to intrude.’ And I said, ‘No pressure — just kind of [for] old times’ sake.’ I’m 81 now. So he seemed to love the idea, put it to the band, got a thumbs up and it looks like we might be doing that.”
“I have my roadie there kind of now, setting up my amplifier. But I’ll be using a small amplifier, but it’s very loud. It’s what I use when I record. I hope I can compete with the guitar player, because I can see that he has very big amplifiers behind him. So, it’d probably just be the one number, as it’s been a while. I changed my strings on my Strat, which I haven’t done in over 25 years… I hope the guy out in the front can turn me up. I’ve got my roadie there for a soundcheck.”
AMOS TastySounds AudioLollipop – “Hip Hop Music” (Strawberry Flavor)
Acquired at Treats & Tales in Kincardine Ontario.
For the first time since 2022, I have added a new physical music format to my life. This isn’t a format that you can play on a disc player, or a turntable, or even on a digital device (unless you download the tracks conventionally, which you can do, but we’re not here to talk about that). This isn’t a even format that you need any equipment to play. All you need is…your mouth.
Youtuber Techmoan recently did a video review of the new device. And it is partially edible! It’s an audio lollipop you can play through your mouth.
I chose strawberry flavor, which corresponded to “Hip Hop Music”. You can also choose orange, blueberry, and grape. There are other versions available as well with a USB port and bluetooth connections, but we’re here to talk about the basic lolli.
With a heart-shaped candy on one end, and a fob shaped like headphones on the other, it was…delicious!
You activate the music by pushing and holding the lone button on the fob on one end. Then the lolli starts vibrating, but unless it’s in your mouth, you can’t hear anything. Stick the candy in your mouth and the magic happens!
The lolli works via bone conduction. There are such things as bone conducting headphones, which I’ve never tried. Insert candy, press play, and you can hear the music! It kind of sounds like it’s coming from your mouth, and all around you. There are multiple short songs on the lolli which I can’t identify. Techmoan thought it sounded like something Nelly would do. I’m not familiar enough with hip hop music to know, but it sounded good to my ears. Err, my mouth.
The benefit here: You can listen to music without subjecting anyone else to it. You can listen without earbuds, in case you’re out walking and need to hear your surroundings. You can push the button again to pause the tunes, and once more to un-pause.
The drawbacks: The first time I tried it, I got a bit of a headache. From the vibrations, presumably. The second time, it tickled my mouth a bit. While you can hear the music and the lyrics, it does sound muffled. As if the music was coming from a club next door.
Another warning: The box and instructions tell you to put earbuds in your ears. There are no earbuds, and don’t attempt to put the candy in your ears!
It would be cool if future versions of the candy allowed you to upload your own mp3 files into the lolli. It would be fun to play Kiss’s “Lick It Up” while sucking on the strawberry.
A novelty item, but a fun one. For the die-hard music fan in your life who collects odd items and curios. Now I can say I own another physical music format!