Today Jennifer saw Dr. Sugimoto for the first time since her cancer surgery. He walked in, and said, “I don’t want to beat around the bush. All of your test results came back negative.” Just to make sure, Jen asked, “That’s good right?”
“Yes, that’s very good,” said Dr. Sugimoto.
They found no more traces of cancer in Jen. The tumour was relatively small. At this point, she has a very small chance of recurrence: a mere 5%. No chemotherapy, no radiation necessary.
We are both tremendously relieved although I don’t think it has really sunk in yet. I ordered some sushi to celebrate.
Because we got this good news today, I can announce that I will be going live on the radio tonight to talk about music!
LeBrain will be LIVE at 12:30 AM (ET) Saturday morning with Robert Daniels on VISIONS IN SOUND. Tune in on your dial to 98.5 or internet to CKWR! You folks in the UK can tune in as you enjoy some morning java! Join Us THIS Saturday 12:30-2:30am (ET).
This week’s show: Star Trek: Discovery. Per Rob: “As we head in to the first major show of 2018. This week we look at the music to the latest Star Trek TV show, Discovery. Featured will be music from the TV series by Jeff Russo (of the rock band Tonic) and I’ll have special guests that will bring their opinions on the new show as well.”
I’m a special guest!
It’s exciting to get behind the microphone again. Due to the stress of Jen’s cancer, I wasn’t able to make it to Visions in Sound for Rob’s Star Wars specials in December. And here’s a crazy coincidence. Rob’s wife Dorothea battled and defeated cancer too…and her doctor was also Dr. Sugimoto. Small world, and great support to have!
Hope you tune in tonight. I know I’m in a great mood for celebrating music, and life!
What’s the worst first impression you ever made? Mine must be unique.
Every Canadian knows the national anthem. The music was written in 1880, and the modern lyrics emerged in 1908, updated slightly in 1914. Even so, it did not become Canada’s official national anthem until 1980 when it finally received royal assent from the Queen. My dad remembers singing both “God Save the King” and “God Save the Queen” in his school days. Today, true north strong and free, we are all taught “O Canada” from our youngest years. We are brought up to know and respect the anthem, and in fact we always honour it every year at Sausagefest. Before the festivities begin, hats are removed and we all stand for “O Canada”.
Controversially, the government of Canada just announced a lyric change. The line “In all thy sons command” has been altered to the gender-neutral “In all of us command”. Less poetic, yes. How do you feel about that?
When I was in Catholic school, you really had to sing it. The teacher would walk around the room, listening to make sure we were all singing, not just going through the motions. This went for all the hymns we had to learn as well. If you were just mouthing the words and not singing, eventually you’d get caught. We all learned to belt it out. A general rule of thumb at Catholic school was: thou SHALT sing along.
Our anthem is far easier than the more complex “Star Spangled Banner” that our neighbours to the south must sing. All the notes are generally within range, and the words are easier to remember, even the bilingual version. (And we don’t have rockets and bombs in our anthem either!)
When I graduated grade 8, I went into the public school system. I didn’t consider myself Catholic anymore, but I was more interested in putting some distance between me and some of the school bullies. I would be making a fresh start in grade 9.
First day of grade 9, I arrived in class but didn’t know anyone. I was seated next to a guy named Steve Van Der Veen, potentially my first new friend. The national anthem came on, and I sang it as I was accustomed to.
“O Canada! Our home and native land! True patriot love in all thy sons command. With glowing hearts we see thee rise, The True North strong and free!…”
I thought I was doing a good job, until it was over.
“From far and wide, O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. God keep our land glorious and free! O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. O Canada, we stand on guard for thee!”
“If you’re going to keep sitting next to me, never sing again,” said Steve.
It was at that moment that I realized nobody else was singing. Not one person. Just me. Apparently, in the public schools, you didn’t have to sing “O Canada” like you did in the Catholic system. You just had to stand at attention. I didn’t know, and I didn’t notice.
First day of class, first impressions, and I blew it!
Rene Rancourt is my favourite anthem singer of all time. Enjoy your retirement, Rene!
BIG WRECK – In Loving Memory Of… (Originally 1997, 2017 Linus Entertainment anniversary edition)
“You need to get into some new bands, man,” said my buddy T-Rev.
Trevor had a point. Most of my collection was rooted in the 70s and 80s. New bands weren’t appealing to me, one or two excepted. But I did hear this new band on the radio (Q107) called Big Wreck that I didn’t mind. “Like a bluesy Soundgarden with a hint of Rush” said the DJ. Their first single “The Oaf” was pretty awesome.
“I found a new band I liked,” I told Trevor. “Big Wreck.”
“Hahaha, oh man. You found a new band and they suck!” he retorted. Trevor was really into Brit-pop and probably hoped I would have discovered the Bluetones or Supergrass. Alas, it wasn’t to be this time. I bought the Big Wreck album In Loving Memory Of…, and I liked it enough to get the 20th Anniversary Special Edition two decades later.
Big Wreck were a little bit of a throwback. Their use of blues was different from the post-grunge bands they were competing with, and that’s what initially appealed to me. And yes, Ian Thornley could be compared to Chris Cornell in terms of singing power.
The album boasted a number of immediate standouts. “The Oaf” was the tough introduction, but “That Song” followed it with something immediately accessible. “Look What I Found” takes a trip to the levee, emulating a Zeppelin stomp through the production of 1997.
There’s a balance of heavy/light here, that skews too much on the light side. Fortunately the two CD bonus tracks put the scales back on the heavy side. The only real weakness to In Loving Memory Of… is a reliance on slow songs within the bulk of the album. Some of the quiet songs are incredible. “Under the Lighthouse” (a single in Canada only) has atmosphere out the wazoo. Echoes of heartbreak are smeared through “Blown Wide Open”, another single.
If I had to put my money on it, I’d say “Under the Lighthouse” is the best song on the disc, ballad or not.
In Loving Memory Of… is most enjoyable when jaunting through bluesy rock guitars. The musicianship is always exceptional. “How Would You Know”, “Fall Through the Cracks”, “Overemphasising” and “Between You and I” are comfortably in rocky framework, with outstanding lead work. The album does run a bit long, though. In 1997, the full length value of a CD was being utilised more than today, now that bands realise less is often more. The original 13 tracks ran an hour long, which is probably 15 minutes too long.
Yet the two additional bonus tracks are excellent. Both speed along at a good clip. The bright “Ill Advice” is more upbeat than most of the album, save “That Song”. “Still Holding” has punch. The album would have been stronger for their inclusion if they had been there all along, despite its length!
Fixin’ for a shot of 90s nostalgia? The Big Wreck anniversary edition might be what you needed. The band are playing the whole album in sequence on their current tour, so you may as well become re-acquainted.
The last couple months were pretty crazy. I was clocked out. My wife’s cancer diagnosisand surgeryreally took their toll on me. This resulted in me getting very sick right during Christmas holidays. There has been so much chaos that I really haven’t paid attention to music. I neglected my reading, I didn’t buy anything, and I didn’t listen to much either. I’m just starting to get caught up now that Jen’s surgery seems to have gone so well. She’s getting a little more independence back, and I’m able to take a little time to listen to music and write about it again.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about my history with the band Queen. I am on a Queen kick, but until recently I was missing two of Queen’s discs in the 2 CD format: Hot Space and A Kind of Magic. Eager to get back into the game, I ordered both from Amazon on a whim. I’m surprised how much I’m enjoying Hot Space. You wouldn’t think those synths and I would get along, but I’m digging the soul! I already owned one version of A Kind of Magic, the 1991 Hollywood CD, but the extra disc has seven bonus tracks.
Soon after, the new CD by Mike Slayen called DUDE came by the post. That enjoyed a couple spins, but I really wanted to go shopping again. I haven’t been to a record store since the stress kicked in. I had no idea what I was going in for, but I wanted to leave with a purchase. There have been plenty of new releases that I missed, and reissues too. The problem with new releases is, I don’t like to buy anything until I know what is on the Japanese version. I want the maximum amount of bonus music. So I decided to look at reissues instead and skip new releases. Fortunately for me there was plenty going on in reissues.
Big Wreck’s 20th Anniversary edition of their debut In Loving Memory Of… was my first grab. I didn’t think it was going to have bonus tracks on it, but it does: “Ill Advice” and “Still Holding”. I used to love that album, and I don’t know those two songs, so that was an easy buy. For those who don’t know this band, check out the big single “That Song”. Other hits you may know from this album are “The Oaf (My Luck is Wasted)” and “Under the Lighthouse”.
I then spied the recent 40th Anniversary edition of Rush’s classic A Farewell to Kings. The 3 CD set was $30, so I tucked it under my arm. Then I thought to myself, “You know what, I’d better check to make sure there isn’t another edition with more songs.” Good thing I did. Blabbermouth told me that there was a version with a brand new 5.1 surround mix by Steven Wilson on a blu-ray. OK, then. That had to be the one I get. Via the Sectors box sets and other super deluxe editions, I already had every other Rush 5.1 mix.
How much?
$149.99.
Ahh, fuck it. I earned this.
3 CDs, 1 blu-ray, and 4 LPs of vinyl, plus assorted goodies like a Rush turntable mat, a tour program and lithographs. The CDs and vinyl include an unreleased (in full) concert, Live at Hammersmith Odeon – February 20, 1978. A portion of this concert (11 tracks) was released in 1998 on a bonus CD to Rush’s live Different Stages. This box set has the full 14 song (plus drum solo) performance, newly mixed by Terry Brown himself. On blu-ray you will find the 5.1 and the stereo mix of the album A Farewell to Kings, in studio-quality clarity, plus three music videos. Mixer Steven Wilson is generally considered one of the great masters of the 5.1 art. The Sector 2 mix by Richard Chycki received a mixed to negative reception from fans, so I look forward to comparing.
And there’s still more: new Rush covers by Dream Theater, Big Wreck (hey, Big Wreck again!), The Trews and Alain Johannes. Plus a final mystery bonus track called “Cygnus X-2 Eh!”
It’s going to be fun digging into the Rush over the next week or so. But I wasn’t done catching up. Because of all the shit that happened, I didn’t get to see Star Wars in the theatres. Yes, I’m sorry folks, I’ll admit it: Until now I only saw The Last Jedi online. This, of course, could not stand. I must see every Star Wars Saga film in the theatre three times, minimum. For The Force Awakens, it was four. Fortunately the Waterloo Galaxy still had a 3D screening, which has disappeared elsewhere in town. Now I just have to see it two more times (2D will do fine).
I still have quite a few issues with The Last Jedi. The slow motion is annoying as hell, and the Finn/Rose side story is still just a side story. The ending is still at odds with set style of the saga Saga, and the movie could have used some editing. In general I enjoyed the film more this time. The Last Jedi is more poem than plot, but it has many rhymes. I think it’s a fine Star Wars movie, and the fanboy overreaction is ridiculous.
Catching up feels great. Music and movies still work as the best kind of escape. I highly recommend both.
MIKE SLAYEN – DUDE: A Guitar CD – 12 Notes & the Truth (2018 Mike Slayen)
San Diego’s Mike Slayen crowdfunded his latest album, titled DUDE: A Guitar CD. I think Mike was born with the perfect name; after all, he’s just slayin’ it on this album.
The format is laid back acoustic instrumentals. Upon first track “Chill”, you’ll be hooked immediately. Slayen’s writing on DUDE is consistently memorable. The arrangements have just enough meat — bass, drums/percussion and occasional keys back up the main guitar melodies. The key element to each song is the lead melody. Similar to fellows like Joe Satriani, Mike writes catchy guitar melodies to take the focus. Each track is memorable for that reason.
The musicianship and recording is immaculate. The warm atmosphere is inviting for return listens. DUDE is a perfect CD for chilling and relaxing and it’ll work particularly well on the porch during summer. Mike explores different tempos, and demonstrates an intimate knowledge of the acoustic guitar with his intricate picking. Yes intricate at times, but never anything less than enjoyable. DUDE is a guitar CD but not necessarily for guitarists. DUDE is just a good CD to have for folks who enjoy relaxing and memorable music.
Check out songs such as “The Secret”, “Ice Cream” and “Chill” for a taste of what Mike Slayen does on DUDE. There are exotic and latin influences along the way, and enough variety to make the CD an easy one to listen through. There is even one fairly heavy piece — heavy for acoustic anyway — which is the title track “Dude”.
Go to MikeSlayen.com and check out DUDE. Discerning fans of instrumental guitar music are unlikely to be disappointed.
4/5 stars
Full disclosure: I first “met” Mike Slayen as a reader on this site. I believe that this review is impartial and I would have given DUDE the same score even if I didn’t know Mike.
Are you familiar with the song “Sweet Pain” by Kiss, off 1976’s legendary Destroyer album? Uncle Meat is. If you can’t remember how it goes, here’s a refresher:
Now, listen to Uncle Meat’s version, which I found on my voicemail last week:
My mother in law was in the room when I played this voicemail.
GETTING MORE TALE #644: On the Road with Peter and Ozzy
Peter started coming up to the cottage with us in the summer of 1991, after we both finished highschool. Peter didn’t pack light. On any given trip, Peter would pack the following items:
Baseball gloves & ball
A football
Nintendo games
At least a dozen movies
Food, food and more food
Several tapes for the car
Peter’s favourite artist for cottage road trips was Ozzy Osbourne. During the summer of 1992, No More Tears was in the deck. Peter skipped the ballads. No “Mama I’m Coming Home” for him! We also enjoyed Billy Idol. Peter made a special mission to pick up Whiplash Smile before a road trip. I can recall going to Fairview Mall, and opening the tape in the car. We were also into a band called Transvision Vamp who had a couple great car tunes – “Baby I Don’t Care” was one.
When he had a car CD changer, we played a fun guessing game. We’d throw in Nirvana’s Nevermind, and Weird Al Yankovic’s Off the Deep End. Peter hit shuffle. When we heard the classic chords to “Smells Like Teen Spirit”/”Smells Like Nirvana”, we had to guess who it actually was before the vocals began. It took a while to hear the difference. Eventually I could tell. Weird Al tends to do spot-on covers, instrumentally speaking.
Ozzy was good for passing other cars. Nothing like passing people going 150 kph on the highway, with Ozzy cackling “Crazy Train” out the windows. Black Sabbath was also handy. While visiting Frankenmuth Michigan, Peter scored a three CD Sabbath box set called The Ozzy Osbourne Years. It had virtually every song from the first six Sabbath albums, only missing instrumentals. I can distinctly remember passing cars to “Sabbath Bloody Sabbath”. Peter tried to synch up passing the cars to Ozzy shouting “You bastards!”
When we weren’t rocking, we were laughing. Peter had an extensive collection of comedy tapes and CDs. Andrew Dice Clay was a favourite. We liked his “Christmas song”:
“Suck his dick, til the veins are blue… Suck his dick, til you take his goo… Merry, merry Christmas….”
Dana Carvey also had a hilarious rock opera spoof song about choppin’ broccoli.
But the food! My God. Peter did not skimp on the food. He liked to treat the whole family to a chicken stir fry. He brought all the food and equipment. Once he even made his own chicken balls from scratch, with his mom’s special recipe. Noodles, bean sprouts, chopped veggies, and all the fixings: nothing was missing. Sometimes he’d bring a dessert, and always a bottle of wine. Choppin’ broccoli indeed.
We were never hungry nor bored. When available, we would run into town to buy fireworks. When we ran out, if Peter hadn’t got his fill, we’d go back in town to buy more. My mother used to joke that there was no downtime with Peter. When done one activity, he’d move right on into the next one. And if we had a building project on the go, he’d be there with his tools, in the fray helping out.
Car trips with Peter were unforgettable. Try passing a car while Ozzy shouts “You bastards!” out the window and you’ll have an idea what it was like to hang out with us.
In the 80s, you had to have a Boom Box. Or a Ghetto Blaster. Or whatever you wanted to call a portable tape deck/radio. Everybody had one, because they were awesome.
In order to make your Boom Box truly portable, you needed batteries. There was often a place on the back where you could wrap up and store the power cable. Then you’d load up the deck with batteries. My first Sanyo stereo deck took about eight D-cells. They’d last less than one afternoon of rock and roll. When the tape started to slow down, you knew your batteries were dying.
Next door neighbor George liked to prop his Boom Box up on his shoulder as he walked, like the kid in the video for “The Right to Rock” by Keel. It seemed cool at the time.
My second Sanyo was a dual tape deck with detachable speakers. To make it portable, you just secured the speakers to the sides and plugged in those batteries. This one took even more batteries than my first one. In addition to the D-cells to power the music, it also required two AA batteries for the clock! The truth is, a Boom Box was such a pain in the butt to make portable, that we tended to avoid it. Sure, we could take it to the park and assault the tennis court with Black Sabbath, but it was just better to keep it at home. A Ghetto Blaster, plugged into an extension cord in the garage, could still keep us entertained outdoors. Parents would yell to “turn it down!”, so we would…for a little while before turning up again.
A Walkman was easier on batteries than a Boom Box. The only problem with a Walkman? Nobody else could listen in. So that made it a little awkward and a lot funny when George would walk down the street with his Walkman.
George worked an early shift at Long John Silver’s, which was walking distance. In the morning he could be seen strolling off to work, earphones on his head. My sister and I would watch from the window. As he walked forcefully down the street, suddenly he burst into song. A lot of the time, you couldn’t tell what he was singing. Most memorably though, he serenaded the neighborhood with “Love Gun”.
We watched him walk when he suddenly yelled, “ALRIGHT! LOVE GUN!” just as Paul Stanley did on Alive II. And then George ripped into the chorus: “Love Gun, Looo-ooo-ove Gun…”
It was hard not to laugh. George singing in the mornings was a daily event, rest his soul. We teased George a bit but he was a good person. He was certainly unique and a non-conformist.
My parents bought me a neat little speaker set to go with my Walkman. When fully packed up, it looked like a cylinder with the speakers on each end. When you opened it, you could remove the speakers and set them up on your desk or shelf. Just plug in a Walkman and you were good to go. If you wanted to go portable, there was room inside the set for both speakers and your Walkman. It too was heavy on battery use, but it was a very cool little set. I brought it to school when I needed musical accompaniment to any of my OAC-level presentations.
Who misses stocking up on AA and D-cell batteries? And don’t forget extras for when your Walkman slows down. You don’t want to be stuck without batteries! Isn’t it so much easier to just charge some USB speakers and plug them into your phone? Sure is!
GETTING MORE TALE #642: Who Was Your Servant Last Year?
I had a few big pet peeves at the Record Store, but I absolutely hated those customers who needed me to do everything for them. I don’t mean “Can you put these CDs back for me?” I don’t mind that. If I put them back at least I know they’re going back to the right place. I’d prefer to put them back myself. I’m talking about things far less reasonable. (Note: some of these stories previously appeared in Klassic Kwotes.)
Imagine this scenario.
Customer: “I heard a song on the radio, and it goes like this.” They sing a snippet. “Do you know what it is? They never say the names of the songs on the radio.”
Me: “I can’t tell from that, but I always advise people to call the station when they hear the song so you can ask them what they just played.”
Customer: “Come on you have to know the song. It’s really popular!”
Me: “Sorry I don’t, but the radio station will be able to tell you.”
Customer: “Can you call the radio station for me and ask?”
Whaaaaat? Do you want me to sing that out-of-key snippet too? Come on people. Do your own homework. You heard the song, not me. Be a grown-up and ask yourself. Fortunately, record store kids probably don’t get this question anymore. Radio station websites list all their recently played music now.
Another real favourite: “Can you watch my kid for me while I go to Canadian Tire?”
Who the hell trusts a random record store guy to watch their kid? Bad parenting, people. Never ever do this.
One person asked for a list of everything he bought from us. What? We don’t keep that data. It would be something of an invasion of privacy if we did!
Another gentleman had an SACD (Super Audio CD) that he bought at our store, but was dissatisfied. When he played it at home, the little SACD logo on his player didn’t light up. Why? I don’t know. I’ve never owned any SACDs or any SACD players. But this guy was quite insistent. “I want you to write to Sony and find out why my player doesn’t light up when I play the Super Audio CD I bought here.”
I did not write to Sony and ask. I also couldn’t believe he’d ask me to do it.
One guy lost his entire CD collection. Whether it was in a fire or to theft, I cannot remember. He asked me to help with his insurance claim. He needed retail prices for all the CDs he lost, and he had an extensive list. I complied with his request because sometimes in the past, people would replace their CDs by buying them at my store. I once made a huge $1000 sale off an insurance claim. A lot of people liked coming to a used CD store to replace CDs because they’d get a lot more music for their money.
I went through his list and provided the best estimates for retail prices I could, which took a few days. I did this at home using my own bandwidth. There were some that were out of print that he wouldn’t be able to replace easily, but I got him most of the prices. We then discussed replacing them.
“I could probably get most of them for you used, for half the price, right away,” I told him.
“Oh, I don’t want used,” he demurred.
“That’s what we sell,” I explained, having already done all this work for him.
And I didn’t make a sale – not even one disc. Two days’ work and all wasted, because this guy didn’t bother to check what kind of store he walked in to. He took his insurance claim and went to Future Shop. I guess there’s a sucker born every minute and I was one.
Finally, there was one older gentleman who wasn’t a jerk. Yes, I only have one story about a guy who asked for a lot of help, who wasn’t a jerk.
The man walked in and asked if I could find a CD for him. It was a combo that he had seen play at a resort. If they had CDs for sale, he would like some. Most of the time it’s best to ask the band while you’re at the actual gig if they have merchandise for sale. He knew it wouldn’t be easy for me to find out, so he paid me for my legwork. He handed me a $20. I didn’t want to accept the money but he insisted. “Just let me know if you find anything,” he said, and I got to work.
I found the website for the hotel but there was not much there. I contacted them with as much information as I could provide, hoping at least to find out the name of the group. They never got back to me and I eventually gave up the search.
Yet that was the first customer who asked for a big favour and actually appreciated the effort. I won’t forget that. It’s too bad that there are jerks out there that treat retail employees like their own personal servants.
GETTING MORE TALE returns! You have spoken — you like the series and you like the numbering system. Therefore we aren’t changing a thing. Here’s chapter 641!
GETTING MORE TALE #641: Farmer’s Market Tapes
Much of my highschool downtime was spent trying to build a complete Judas Priest collection. While I was still in grade school, my first Priest was Screaming for Vengeance in 1985. Defenders of the Faith was taped off my buddy Bob. Then came highschool. I bought Turbo at Zellers in 1986. It was followed Priest…Live! in 1987, cementing my love for the band, for real. Collecting began in earnest.
The local Zellers store always had a number of Priest tapes in stock. Adding British Steel, Point of Entry, and Hell Bent for Leather to the collection was just a matter of time and allowance money. Anything before Hell Bent was much harder to find, at least on tape, which was my format in the 80s.
We are fortunate in Kitchener to have two excellent farmer’s markets. The one downtown is cool, but just a little to the north is the big one in St. Jacobs. In the summer, my mom would take my sister and I to the market. Sometimes Grandma would come with us. You could buy anything at the St. Jacobs market. There have always been music dealers with tables there.
July of 1989, I thought I struck rock solid gold at the market. One vendor had a bunch of Priest I’d never seen on tape before, ever. Tapes were $8 each, no tax.
Sad Wings of Destiny and The Best of Judas Priest came home with me that day. I didn’t really know any of the songs, except one: “Rocka Rolla”. Earlier that summer, I bought the Rocka Rolla album on vinyl from Sam the Record Man, figuring I’d never find the tape. The market had Rocka Rolla on tape, and then some! For good measure, I also bought Unleashed in the East that day.
It was wonderful being inundated with fresh Priest. So many tunes I’d never heard before! “The Ripper” and “Victim of Changes” immediately blew me away. “Diamonds and Rust” kicked my ass some more. But something was wrong with two of the tapes.
Sad Wings and Best Of were both originally released on Gull records, and then reissued and reissued and reissued again, often very cheaply. The two farmer’s market cassettes had very nicely printed cover art, but the tapes were utter garbage. They were so shitty that there was only music in one channel. The left side was fine, but there was nothing but a faint echo on the right. Unleashed in the East, released on CBS, was fine. Sad Wings and Best Of were awful. After a few listens, I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was heartbreaking because I was enjoying the songs, but listening to those tapes was horrendous. I eventually replaced them with better copies, and stuck the cover art to a school binder.
Buyer beware! Tapes and their quality issues are no longer really a problem today, but if you’ve never heard of the issuing label, you might want to do your research.
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