RECORD STORE TALES #1212: Origins of a Nickname: BOBOE
The hits keep on rolling in. Another friend from my highschool has passed. Anand Etwaru was only 53.
I haven’t seen Anand since graduation day in summer of 1991. I wanted to keep in touch, but life took us to different schools and we never met again. However, I suppose I was never too far away from Anand, because I discovered in his obituary that he was still using the nickname that I gave him, or a shortened version thereof: “Bo” for “Boboe”.
Recapping the tale from Record Store Tales #820: The Last Note of Freedom: it’s just the ASCII characters for “Anand” with each letter bumped up by one, an accidental discovery I made. It happened in Grade 11 computers class. We were learning BASIC programming. Playing with the ASCII system of characters, the teacher prompted us to play around and see what happens. Each letter had a corresponding number. A was 65, B was 66, and so on and so forth. I created a line of code to add “1” to each letter. So, A: 65+1=66, which is B.
I typed ANAND into the computer. It added 1 to each character, and spat out BOBOE.
I shrieked in laughter, told my friends, and the name stuck. “BOBOE” was even a final exam question. Anand was Boboe. For life.
I stood there in the gymnasium, in front of the whole school, holding my two cue cards in my hands. I had the whole speech memorized. This would be the second full performance. I was already chosen as the best speech from my class, so now I had to say it in front of the school: “My Trip to Alberta”, written by Mike Ladano with a little help from his mom. It was the story of our summer 1979 trip to the mountains. The exciting climax to the story was the moment that I fell into the Athabasca glacier. It was August and I was excited to make a snowball. ‘Twas the adults who gave me this idea. “You’ll be able to make a snowball in the summer!” So I ran towards the snow, and fell into a cold icy stream of water. I was soaked and it kind of ruined the day for me, but on the other hand, it made for a great speech. I did a great performance of it, certainly better than most of the other kids.
I came in second, because the teachers thought I probably received too much help from my parents. I didn’t. My mom provided the neat and tidy printing on the tiny cue cards, but the words were mine. It made me bitter and I didn’t put that kind of effort into writing a speech in later years.
Public speaking topic in Grade 5: Pac-Man
Public speaking topic in Grade 8: Kiss
Public speaking topic in Grade 9: Iron Maiden
The Kiss one…oh the Kiss one. It was good. I started it by shouting, “You wanted the best, you got the best! The hottest band in the land, KISS!” I know I was pissing off the Catholic school teachers every time I mentioned the album Hotter Then Hell. I can’t say this wasn’t intentional. I no longer wanted to participate in the big speech-off in the gymnasium. No matter how great my Kiss speech was, there was no way I’d ever be chosen, so it was the perfect topic.
I have a love/hate relationship with public speaking. I’ve always been good at it, but the creation of the speech and the anxiety leading up to it lead me to procrastination. I had to do several more big ones through school. In my grade 13 year, I had three class-long presentations to do, all within the space of a week. I had another speech to do in my first year of Sociology at university. I don’t remember a lot of specifics except that they went over well. I try to be expressive and speak naturally.
There’s a line that kids always said back in school. “When am I going to need to use this in my real life?” Remember in Superbad, when Jonah Hill was talking about making tiramisu in Home Economics class? “When am I going to make tiramisu? Am I going to be a chef? No!” I haven’t needed public speaking in my professional life, but in my personal life, the experience sure did come in handy.
I’ve spoken at two weddings, and now three funerals. These things are necessary.
The year: 2025.
I did a eulogy at my grandmother’s funeral recently. I spent a few weeks working on the speech and polishing it, but not rehearsing it. I didn’t want that emotional experience, of reciting the speech. I wanted the first real reading to be live at the funeral. I was nervous as hell. I had this idea in my head that I would know everyone in the room. That was not the case. My mom has a large family, and so many people came that I kind of recognized but could not remember well. I became more and more nervous. I had two panic attacks that day.
The priest, Father Phil, took us aside and told us the order in which the funeral would proceed. I was last, but I knew my cue. Fortunately, Father Phil was great (this is not always the case at a funeral). During the service, he told us of a Bible passage that said “God’s house has many rooms,” and there is a special room prepared for everyone. He asked what room my grandmother would choose to go to? There was a long pregnant pause and so I said “the gardens!” Father Phil said “Great; she would love the flowers in the gardens”. Suddenly something clicked in my head. I unrolled my speech, which by now had become a tight scroll. I found two spots in the speech where I could tie into Father Phil’s gardens.
My moment came. I started rough. Starting is always the hardest part (unless you start with “You wanted the best grandma, you got the best grandma!” but I chose not to Kiss-ify my speech). It took three or four sentences to find my voice and my rhythm, and I was off to the races. I was brisk and expressive. I started making gestures with my hands to emphasise words. I was loose and improvised here and there. Then came the two moments I was preparing for.
“It was always fun to visit Grandma’s house. My dad and I would pick carrots from her garden – remember what I said earlier about the gardens? She had the best carrots, and we took them all, much to her scolding! [Improvised portion in italics.]
Then the second instance. Speaking about driving her to the lake, and placing my hands in the steering wheel position, I said, “she would point out all the flowers along the way – remember what I said earlier about the gardens? – which I couldn’t stop to look at because I was driving!”
People laughed in all the right spots.
I sat down, and my dad clapped once, and shook my hand. My mom and my aunt said “Great speech”.
The funeral ended. My knees were limp and my hands were numb. I sat, exhausted, and drank some lemonade (with gingerale, a delightful mixture), and just tried to unpack and unwind from what had just happened.
I was approached by friends.
“Great speech!” they said.
I was approached by distant relatives.
“Great speech!” they said.
I was approached by old friends of my parents.
“Great speech!” they said. Even Father Phil said it.
I started to think to myself, I think I just gave the best speech of my life. A moment that can never be re-captured. It was live, it happened, it existed for a fleeting moment and now it is just a memory.
“I wish I had recorded myself,” I lamented.
“No, it was great, we will always remember it,” said everyone else.
But if I had recorded it…would it have been the same? Would I have been distracted by the recording device? Would I have been able to perform it exactly the same, if I knew it was going down on tape? Would the added pressure have hurt the performance? These are quantum questions we can never answer. Sometimes the mere observation of an act can change the act, in physics and in life. (Maybe there’s no difference between physics and life.)
One of the warmest moments came when an older gentleman walked up to me, rubbed my shoulders, and told me that the speech made him feel like he got to know my grandmother. I was so overwhelmed with faces and names, that I have no idea who he was anymore.
One guest even told me he watched me on YouTube. That was pretty cool. He liked the speech, too.
The most important comment came from my mom, who said that my grandmother would have loved the stories I chose to tell in my speech. Of course, that is the most important thing. I have told a lot of stories about my grandmother over the last eight months. Some of them were hilarious, but she wouldn’t have liked them. For example, the time she gave me some money and told me to “go and buy one of your CD records.” That’s funny, but she wouldn’t have wanted any stories that made fun of her, so I left all of that out. If I had kept them in, the speech would have been more like a stand-up comedy routine! And that would be fine for another time.
I think this speech was the best public speaking I’ve done to date, and I think it’s my proudest moment in my life. And it all started in 1980, in a glacier in British Columbia. If I hadn’t fallen in, maybe I would never have been able to do a speech like that for my grandma. The universe is a multitude of possibilities. Maybe I was meant to fall in, just as Gollum was meant to find the One Ring? In this reality in which we all co-exist, I’m just trying to make it through day by day. However it came to be, I did something that somebody had to do, and my grandmother is now smiling down on me. I can hear her voice. She would say, “That was lovely, Michael. Just lovely.”
That’s more than enough. However it came to be, the culmination of all these experiences coalesced into a moment that was there, and gone. I’m just glad I was the conduit. And it was a heck of a lot better than the 1983 Pac-Man speech!
The written word doesn’t capture the moment. The speech I gave was improvised slightly from what you see below. The final speech given incorporated some comments about gardens, riffing off some things that the priest Father Phil said earlier. “My Father’s house has many rooms” (John 14:2), he said. He asked what rooms my grandmother would visit. I said “the gardens”. I was able to use that reference later on when I gave my speech. It was the best speech I’ve ever given, and about 30 or 40 people told me it was incredible. I wish I had recorded it, but all I have is this.
For most of my life, I’ve only had one grandparent. Grandma Ladano was gone before I was born. Grandpa Ladano died in 1981. We lost Grandpa Winter in 1984. Since that time I only had one Grandma, and she was very special to all of us. Not just because she was the only one, as you will hear today.
My mom tells me that Grandma babysat me a lot as a kid. I don’t remember this very much, but I do remember that she was my favourite babysitter. I can remember that I would look forward to those nights that Grandma would take care of me. I also remember visiting her house a lot. She had board games there that we didn’t have, like Mousetrap and Clue. The idea was that they wanted us to have special games that we could only play at Grandma’s house, but we didn’t need special games to enjoy those visits. She let us watch the Flintstones and run around the yard. She and Grandpa took me to the Welland Canal to see the big ships going through the locks. It seemed like being there was never boring, even to a kid. It was always fun to visit Grandma’s house. My dad and I would pick carrots from her garden, much to her scolding. My sister and I never took her scolding very seriously. We heard she could be strict, but she never was with us.
Most of my memories are from adulthood. I suppose adulthood started with the end of highschool and moving on to University. I attended Wilfrid Laurier, which was just a short drive from her place. On Thursdays during my first year, I had a full slate of classes. I had history and psychology in the afternoons, with a short break before evening Anthropology, which was a favourite of mine. It was too long a trip to drive all the way home for dinner and back again for class, so instead I had dinner at Grandma’s house. She would make my favourite: pork chops in mushroom soup. That was a special meal that only she made. It was like a treat. She’d offer me something for dessert and then I’d be running back to school again. For her, our visits were always too short.
In 1997, we took a special trip with Grandma and Aunt Marie, out west to see Aunt Lynda and Cousin Geoff in Calgary. This was a special trip for me. Work didn’t want me to take a week off in the fall, but I insisted. I really wanted to go. That trip was everything I wanted it to be. Grandma was a little slower moving, and I used to make sure everybody stopped and waited for her to catch up at the airport. If I saw her lagging behind, I would stop and shout, “Wait for the grandma!” That was an excellent trip. We made daily trips out shopping and just relaxing reading books. We went to the mountains. Some of my happiest memories are visiting the mountains out west, but that trip was special because Grandma and I really took care of each other that time.
I think one of the best ways we spent time together was driving to the cottage. I would pick her up at her place, load the car with her planters and bags, and we’d make the two hour trip together. I’d pick the music; something she’d like. O Brother Where Art Thou was a favourite of hers. She liked “You Are My Sunshine”. Whatever we picked, we’d talk the whole way there. She would point out all the flowers along the way, which I couldn’t stop to look at because I was driving! I always found that funny, because Grandma didn’t drive and didn’t realize I had my eyes on the road. Those were some special trips, just the two of us.
Grandma always supported Dr. Kathryn’s music, even as it got more experimental. “Kathryn, will you ever play some of the songs that I like?” she would ask. Kathryn wasn’t into playing anything that wasn’t original and eclectic, but Grandma kept going to her shows anyway. Few people really understand that kind of music, but Grandma went with the loyalty that only a grandparent has.
At the age of 96, Grandma endured a global pandemic. The isolation really bothered her, but we did porch visits every other weekend with her. When Uncle Don died, it really affected her. Suddenly she was living alone. She won two battles with Covid, which is unbelievable. It really felt like Grandma was bulletproof, given all the hardship she endured. First Uncle Don, then his cat. This is enough loss for most people to just pack it in.
She was touch as nails. Covid couldn’t take her down. Several close calls happened, and she bounced back every time.
In 2024, she had what I will call her final wish. Grandma loved food. A good meal of meat and potatoes was all she wanted. She always told us how much she craved a good old fashioned home cooked feast. She got it that on Christmas Day 2024. It was a struggle to move her from her home to ours, up the stairs to the dining room. There was one moment frozen in time when I thought we’d have to back out and take her home, so difficult were the stairs. But she made it, and had her one last family dinner with us. It was a very special moment. She declined for seven months after. That trip fulfilled her final wish, but I believe it also took the last of her strength from her. Also, I think she had a hard realization that she couldn’t come and go anymore. That there was no way she could do that again. That she’d never see the cottage again, or have another big family dinner. But I don’t think she regretted it. It was a very special night. She still made it to 101 years old.
All of us went to see her for her birthday that day. She enjoyed her lunch and coffee, and had a nice rest afterwards. She was thinking of her sister, Aunt Marie. Towards the end, it was difficult to see her decline, but her birthday was the last time I saw her. Even though she had so many close calls, it was still a shock to me when she finally went on July 30 2025. I’m glad she made it to 101. I really wanted that to happen because it is such a huge milestone. They make birthday cards for 100, but not 101. She defied all the odds.
She was always special, in life and in death. Always full of surprises, right to the very end. She had the spirit of a fighter and a well of feistiness that most of us will never find.
I miss our phone calls, and I miss seeking her advice. I used to say that Grandma was the only one in the family who understood me. Now that’s gone. My confidant is gone. The one person who always knew what I was going through. The memory remains, and I will always be grateful for my special grandmother that lived to 101 years old. Goodbye Grandma. They always say this when someone is gone, but there truly will never be another one like Dolly Winter.
Friday August 22 2025, we lay my Grandma to rest. I have a big speech planned, but there are far too many Grandma stories to tell for just one speech. For the purposes of public speaking, I left out certain stories, that I can certainly tell here!
My mom and my aunt tell me that Grandma was a strict parent. As kids, we didn’t believe them. Who, OUR Grandma? Strict? Impossible! She was the sweetest, kindest lady imaginable! She was always gentle with us and we couldn’t even imagine her being hard on kids. My mom and aunt tell stories of hiding behind trees to escape her wrath, but I couldn’t picture that in a million years.
Once we we were very small, we were misbehaving at her house one afternoon. At that point, Grandma threatened to hit us with the “wooden spoon”, a common threat to misbehaved kids in the old days. So how did we react?
We laughed!
We didn’t believe she could hit us with the wooden spoon, and we were right. Grandma never laid a finger on us. It was a hollow threat and we could see right through. My mom can’t remember if Grandma ever actually used the wooden spoon, but she certainly threatened to! (I bet she never used it.)
She was the best grandma. She was so great that we didn’t think she was capable of discipline, even though once upon a time, she was “strict”.
This short, which pays homage to Star Wars creator George Lucas in the style of Shakespeare In Love, is a funny, creative little film that any old-school Star Wars fan will enjoy. A fictional account of how Lucas came up with his epic saga simply by taking inspiration from life around him, it is loaded with references both subtle and obvious. Much better than “spoof movies” today, George Lucas In Love, in a mere 9 minutes, is loaded with more laughs than the entire Scary Movie franchise. The Flanneled One himself is a fan.
It is 1967, and young George Lucas has writer’s block. He just can’t seem to finish his movie about space farming. Instead he decides to “write what he knows”, and we all know what happened after that. Stay tuned for the not-so-surprise ending.
The DVD is padded out with some other unfunny shorts, Evil Hill, ll, Film Club, and Swing Blade. Don’t waste your time. There is also an audio commentary and some behind-the-scenes features.
Keeping the run time in mind, pick this up at a reasonable price if you can — which may be hard as it is out of print.
One person commented, “I had no idea that Winger was so close to Montreal in 1993!” MachuPikachu responded, “How is Montreal close to Toronto? It’s a 10 hour round trip.” Of all the things to comment on. But then, he went after another guy in the comments.
One commenter named Bryan, who I do not know, said that Winger had a real run of bad luck, which is undeniably true. MachuPikachu went at him, saying that they actually had incredibly good luck! Can both not be true? They started with good luck and good connections, and ended the first part of their career with some really shitty stuff, such as Beavis and Butt-Head and Metallica mocking them. Then they came back. A pretty cool story. Nothing to get into a piss match over.
I interjected and said that I thought the original commenter was talking about the early 1990s, Beavis and Butt-head, and there was no reason to harangue him for that.
MachuPikachu took issue with my comments, and also insisted that I or YouTube was deleting stuff on him. Most of the exchange is gone, but I saved what I could. Here he is complaining about his comments being deleted. He said “congrats on the censorship” and that he would not be coming back. “Best of luck,” he said.
I also mentioned I didn’t like how he harangued the original commenter. He then turned it around and asked Bryan, the original commenter, if he felt harangued. I am sure he didn’t expect the “yes” response that he got.
Now I’m mocking and ridiculing. What a fucking child. “Clearly this isn’t the channel for me.” Because you trolled, and got butthurt. Time to mock and ridicule.
Thanks for the content, MachuPikachu! Here are the rest of the comments, without his in between, since deleted them all like a baby.
Just a reminder that there will be no episode of Grab A Stack of Rock this week, new or re-run, as Mike prepares for his beloved Grandmother’s funeral.
Grab A Stack of Rock will return soon with more 50 Years of Iron Maiden, more Music & Mental Health, and live episodes.
Mike lost his grandmother on July 30 2025, at the age of 101 years old. He is working on his funeral speech, and will be the only speaker at the funeral. He feels the need to focus on that task, and supporting his family, before he is able to record new episodes of 50 Years of Iron Maiden.
In the meantime, he has created a playlist called The Greatest Grandmother, featuring some of his favourite Grandma stories.
Here is an admission about 15 years in the making.
As many know, I got my start on local radio from 2010-2012, under the name “LeBrain”. That name was given to me as both a mispronunciation of my real last name, and my musical “braininess”. The local radio station 107.5 Dave Rocks had an afternoon show hosted by Craig Fee. He had a couple popular contests: the “Tedious Tiresome Trivia” at 3 PM weekdays, and the “Four O’Clock Four-Play” at, obviously, 4 PM. The idea was that Craig would play four songs in a row, and we would guess the common theme. I began calling in, and winning regularly. I think the first quiz I got correct was “All songs produced by Bob Ezrin”. I kept calling, and I kept winning.
I had become such a dominating force on the 4 O’Clock 4-Play, my favourite music contest, that listeners were now writing in 4-Play quizzes specifically to stump me. For a while there it seemed everybody wanted to be the one to put an end to my reign as “King of the Four Play”. Craig gave me that title, incidentally. And everyone wanted to stump me. Craig set up a whole week for me and only me to try to answer questions submitted by listeners.
Craig had me come into the studio for the contest, live on the Craig Fee show, during what he dubbed “Stump LeBrain Week“. Each day that week, I came in at 4 o’clock in order to play the contest on the air. Craig selected five 4-Plays, one for each day. If I answered correctly, I won the prize (I Mother Earth tickets). If I was stumped, the person who wrote the 4-Play question would win the prize.
I “won” all five days of “Stump LeBrain Week”, and took home the tickets, which I gifted to a friend (long story about me and concerts). I didn’t want the tickets; I wanted the glory. However, I am about to reveal that not all was above the board. In one case, Craig made a mistake, and allowed a quiz question that involved a song that didn’t exist. It didn’t matter; I won that episode on the very first clue without any help. If I had got to the third clue, we would have had a problem. No matter what, they always play all four songs, whether I win on the first one or not.
See Day 2 of Stump LeBrain Week below, and track 03:
Comment: Mike nailed this one before the first song was even over.
There was a fake song here. I questioned the third song, Dio’s “Holy Diver”. Offline, I said to Craig, “Dio never sang a duet with Ozzy Osbourne.”
“Sure he did,” said Craig. “‘War Pigs’!”
“Dio and Ozzy never sang ‘War Pigs’ together,” I countered. “They never sang anything together.”
“Sure they did. I’ll play it for you.” So Craig played what I will call a mashup. It was probably Ozzy’s version of “War Pigs” from the Just Say Ozzy EP, mashed up with Dio’s voice from a live album, trading off lines. It sounded cool, but was clearly fake. However, I didn’t want to ruin the show, and so I said nothing. But now I can reveal that The Crook had no idea what he was talking about when he created that quiz. I knew, but we went with it because on with the show!
I won Day 2 legitimately.
Now here is the biggest reveal. I didn’t go five for five on Stump LeBrain week. I really went four for five. Craig gave me the final answer. Check out Day 5, the most difficult of all.
Four-Play #5 (submitted by Nick Byerjean)
Clue 01 KISS – Beth
01 Mike’s Guess: ‘songs that originated as b-sides’ (no)
01 Mike’s Extra Guess: ‘no members of the band played on the track’ (no)
01 Mike’s Extra Guess: ‘crappy songs from great albums’ (no)
Clue 02 Guns ‘N Roses – Used To Love Her
02 Mike’s Guess: ‘single monikered album titles’ (no)
02 Mike’s Extra Guess: ‘songs with unusual percussion’ (no)
02 Mike’s Extra Guess: ‘songs people think is about one thing, but it’s about something else” (no)
02 Mike’s Extra Guess: ‘acoustic ballads’ (no)
Clue 03 Aerosmith – Angel
03 Mike’s Guess: ‘bands led by duos’ (no)
03 Mike’s Extra Guess: ‘bands who shortened their name from something longer (no)
03 Mike’s Extra Guess ‘all are bands from America’ (no)
Clue 04 Slash with Andrew Stockdale – By The Sword
04 Mike’s Guess: ‘songs released in even numbered years’ (no)
04 Mike’s Extra Guess: ‘all albums released in leap years’ (no)
04 Mike’s Extra Guess: ‘songs released in Canadian-hosted Olympic years’ (yes!)
There is no way in hell I would know anything about Canadian-hosted Olympic years. Anyone who knows me, would know that. So there is the confession. The last episode that week was a fix. I didn’t get it right, but Craig didn’t want to ruin my streak, so he fed me the answer off-air.
Each track’s year refers to the single release, not the album. In this case, the years are 1976 (Kiss), 1988 (Aerosmith and Guns N’ Roses), and 2010 (Slash). 1976 was the Summer Olympics in Montreal. Calgary hosted the Winter Olympics in 1988. In 2010, Vancouver hosted the Winter Olympics. I had to look all of that up. I do have a funny story about an old boss of mine who accidentally skied into the athlete’s Olympic Village in 2010, and was detained, but that is a whole other story!
I won Day 2 on the first song, so it didn’t matter that Craig screwed up on the third song (which I didn’t need to win). Day 5 though, was a cheat. A total cheat. I was given the answer. The truth is that Nick Byerjean did in fact “Stump LeBrain”, and never got credit for it.
Well done, Nick! I should have given the I Mother Earth tickets to you.
(The title of this episode is a bit of a misnomer, because White Lion did release an album in 1991 that we’re going to discuss!) HELLO! I will be LIVE Saturday August 16 at 5:00 PM EST to discuss the early discography of New Jersey’s White Lion! Check out Slogan’s Rock and Metal Extravaganza for this special live recounting of the band’s best songs from their first four albums:
Fight to Survive (1985)
Pride (1987)
Big Game (1989)
Mane Attraction (1991)
We decided to forego 2008’s Return of the Pride for this discussion. A decent album, but without Vito Bratta on guitar (or any other member of the old White Lion, not even Tommy “T-Bone” Caradonna or Jimmy DeGrasso) we decided not to include it in this episode. Speaking with Sidney about this show, I was pretty adamant that Vito Bratta was so important to the band’s sound that I didn’t consider Return of the Pride to be a real White Lion album. More like Tramp’s White Lion.
Join Sidney, Joseph Suto, Danney Alkana, Chez Cetra (of TVC fame) and myself for this discussion. The job is simple: Just pick one favourite song from each album. Let’s see how much we agree/disagree on this underrated band.
50 Years of IRON MAIDEN bonus episode:
The Best of Blaze Bayley
GRAB A STACK OF ROCK bonus episode
In 1999, Iron Maiden reunited with Bruce Dickinson. They have been going strong for a quarter of a century since. Blaze, meanwhile, has had a solid solo career to celebrate. Tonight we celebrate everything Blaze on 50 Years of Iron Maiden, to cap off his tenure in the band.
This episode from November of 2023 pre-dates our 50 Years of Iron Maiden series, but we felt now was a good time to edit it down to a reasonable length and give it a replay. If you’ve seen this episode already, you can safely skip this bonus broadcast. If you haven’t, we have edited this live show down to the Blaze basics and cut it to a digestible length. All of Blaze’s career is included in this episode’s Top 11 song list. Foregoing the traditional rules, Harrison didn’t just pick his 11 favourite Blaze tracks like Mike did. No, Harrison technically picked 22 songs. All Blaze solo, or Blaze Bayley-branded live versions. Mike chose songs from all three eras of Blaze: Wolfsbane, Iron Maiden, and solo.
Harrison and Mike only had one song in common. That means combined we have given you 32 songs to check out. Harrison and Mike also provided a lot of context and background to our picks, and we hope that this episode is in-depth enough for the Blaze diehards. And we know there are Blaze diehards out there. We see you in the comments!
We also took a look at some physical rarities: Two Iron Maiden X Factor Japanese CDs, an X Factor singles box set, two lenticular Virtual XI CDs, a “Holy Grail” live album, one CD that Mike needs, one CD that Harrison needed but since acquired, and a Wolfsbane cassette.
We sincerely hope you take the time to watch this passionate, insightful episode about a singer that deserves more of your attention: Blaze Bayley.
Friday August 15 at 7:00 P.M. E.S.T. Enjoy onYouTube.
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