RECORD STORE TALES #1231: 20 Years Ago, I Left the Dream “Record Store” Job
I woke up on Wednesday, January 4 2006 knowing it was the last time I’d be opening that Godforsaken record store. The job I once loved so much that I’d show up an hour early to review new stock had become my nemesis. It was like a chain, pulling me down every single day. I looked forward to the end so badly. The day truly flew by.
It started with the management putting out a statement that, after 12 years at the store, I was leaving. Shocked messages flooded my inbox. I was considered an original, a “lifer”. Many people thought I’d never leave. Those truly close to me knew the time was coming, but when the announcement was made, the shockwaves rippled through cyberspace. That warmed me up a little bit on that cold winter day.
The boss took me out to lunch. East Side Mario’s, if I recall. Memories of this are of a good final talk, but it also reminds me that I never truly felt comfortable around him. Never felt like I could be myself. He talked of parenthood and what that was like, and I just felt tense even as I tried to relax.
It wasn’t a memorable day otherwise. I have no journals from that day about customers throwing pencils at my head, or throwing other varieties of hissy fits. I handed in my key, walked out the front door at 5:00 PM, and I was a private citizen once again. No more discount. And they lost all the power they held over me.
I was given a giant “goodbye card”, which I kept. There are sentiments inside that I found surprisingly angering today. Comments about “cheese metal” and unflattering nicknames. Good intentions, but proof that very few people that I worked with for years truly knew me.
But you can see for yourself. For this special 20 year look back, I made a video. Please join Dan Chartrand and myself for this look back at that fateful final day, 20 years ago.
RECORD STORE TALES #1230: 101 Dumpsters: 2025 In Review
Dear friends and strangers,
As we gather and recall the past year, it is important to remember the many times we have sat here together before. Most years since 2018 have been years of change. 2025 is no exception. Always setbacks, losses and triumphs! Let’s have a look back the good, the bad, and the awesome!
Part the First
2025 represented a personal shift away from writing and more towards videos. The reason for this is two-fold:
1.The Community changed from primarily writers, to YouTubers. Whereas I used to do writing collaborations, now I am invited onto YouTube shows. Collaborations abounded in 2025! I became a regular on The Contrarians Live, with a total of 27 episodes in 2024-25 (Full list of 27 episodes can be found by clicking here). Many of these included Martin Popoff – pinch my younger self! I also did several episodes of Rock Daydream Nation with Peter Kerr, My Music Corner with Johnny Metal, Tim’s Vinyl Confessions with Mr. Durling, Darcyska with D’Arcy Briggs, Grant’s Rock Warehaus with Mr. Arthur, Slogan’s Rock and Metal Extravaganza with Sidney and sometimes Logan, Rock Show Critique with Joey Suto, Off the Charts with Dan Chatrand, and of course, a couple amazing episodes on The Collection with Mr. John T. Snow (more on that later). The biggest channel I appeared on in 2025 was Pete Pardo’s Sea of Tranquility. I did two episodes with them, both hosted by Jamie Laszlo. This has kept me well busy!
2.50 Years of Iron Maiden. We debuted on January 10, 2025 and are still rolling with the Maiden! We’ll be done mid-2026.
It has been an incredible year creatively. There is a lot to be proud of. Videos appeal to a different audience than written articles, and so we’ve lost people along the way, but one must always follow their creative muse. I have been making videos since 1989. With the tools we have now, it is an old burning passion that is now easy to follow. There were still written some reviews in 2025, and there will be in 2026, but I must go where the wind takes me. I’m not fighting it or questioning it anymore. I’m just doing what I want to do. Music always finds its way into everything I do.
Part the Second
We can’t talk about 2025 without talking about our dive back into interviews! Lacking confidence, I swore them off a while ago. Not including people that I consider friends, such as Robert Lawson and Tim Durling, 2025 was primarily dominated by six interviews, in chronological order:
1.Blotto: Early in the year, I reached out to Blotto about an interview for their new movie, Hello! My Name Is Blotto! The Movie. To my surprise, I got the whole band and movie director Rob Lichter as well. This went so well that it created lasting friendships, our own “Blotto” names (Kitchener and Blocko Blotto), and a second interview coming in 2026. This gave me the confidence I needed to do more.
2.Alan Niven: Thank you John T Snow from 2Loud2OldMusic for inviting me to co-host his interview with former Guns N’ Roses manager Alan Niven. It was for his book Sound N’ Fury which has still not come out. John and I were fortunate enough to read it before “someone” had the plug pulled…and you can certainly guess who is probably responsible. What a great interview experience this was! Alan puffed his cigar and answered our questions thoughtfully and with considered wit. A formidable man who treated us with nothing but thanks and gratitude.
3. Next Up was Bob Cesca from Camp Chaos, though this did not air for a few months after we recorded it, as it was slotted in for 50 Years of Iron Maiden episode 25: Visions of the Beast. Bob was responsible for those “NAPSTER BAD!” cartoons in the early 2000s, and his love of science fiction and Rush made him one of the easiest conversations we’ve ever had. Talking to Bob gave us another confidence boost. I said to Harrison, “We should get in touch with the Blaze Bayley camp…”
4.Blaze Bayley is our proudest achievement to date, collectively and personally. With very little notice, we were given an early morning recording time on a Monday. What resulted is an interview that Harrison and I felt no hyperbole in calling “The Best Blaze Bayley Interview You’ve Ever Seen” From Iron Maiden to mental health to science fiction and punctuality, Blaze was everything we hoped he would be and more. To say we have interviewed someone from Iron Maiden, is a bucket list item we can check off. A lifetime of wishes come true. They say “Don’t meet your heroes?” Harrison and I both disagree.
5.Rick Hughes from Sword was another big one. Here is a guy who I have been listening to since 1987; even longer than Blaze by a good margin. Dan Chartrand and I were both offered Rick, but rather than duplicate each other, we decided to team up. The subject was Rick’s new solo album Redemption, but we went everywhere with this interview. Opening for Motorhead, reuniting the band, and writing with Aldo Nova: we covered it all on this excellent interview with a Canadian metal legend.
6.Tom Harper, known professionally as Harper, was a fun way to end the year’s interviews. The only thing that can compete with anyone from Iron Maiden is a guy who played on a Kiss record. Harper played bass on “Shandi”, and had a million stories. Check out the episode that my mom called the “best ever!” Even Broadway Blotto agreed!
Part the Third: Top Five Albums of 2025
The part everyone waits for every year! There is also an accompanying Tim’s Vinyl Confessions episode to go with my list, but for those who prefer to read… read on!
My music list this year is a delightful mix of genres and bands. I love that a band well over 50 years old can put out my #1 album of 2025. On the opposite side of the age gap is a hot young band out of Toronto. In the middle is a British band that debuted in the early 2000s. All of these albums are worth checking out, but please note my #1 pick is particularly special.
Here’s to the best of 2025!
5.The Beaches – No Hard Feelings
The Toronto quartet rolls on with another hit-filled new album. Cutting edge rock & pop from a feminine perspective.
4.Ghost – Skeletá
Another band that simply rolled on with another album full of memorable classics… it’s Ghost!
Another contender for Album of the Year. Reaching highs not heard since the early 1990s, Harem Scarem have a sound that they have mastered, and they continue to find new ways of writing catchy hard rock.
1.Styx – Circling From Above
When I finally got my hands on the new Styx, I knew immediately that the Battle of 2025 was over – finished!! New(er) members Terry Gowan and Will Evankovich have brought fresh sounds to the first rock band I ever liked. That’s three incredible albums in a row from Styx! Progressive rock and beyond.
Tim’s Vinyl Confessions Ep. 754: Best Albums of 2025
Part the Fourth: Personal Stuff
Another years of highs and lows on the personal front. My Aunt is in a care facility; she has a hard time remembering us. We also lost our beloved elder. Losing Grandma shortly after her 101st birthday was surreal. She’d had so many health scares and recoveries, that I mourned her multiple times in the last five years before she finally passed. I was so happy to see her make 101 years. We saw her on her birthday, and that was the last time we saw her. I gave her eulogy, and some people say it’s the best public speech I ever gave. Highs and lows!
There were a ton of big changes and challenges at home in 2025. Renovations, which I’ve been talking about for years, have finally commenced! New windows and doors are installed, and more purging of belongings we didn’t need. I established a home office for working remotely. That is probably the biggest change at home in 2025. I haven’t commuted anywhere in a month now. This has drastically altered my mental health, as I navigate new routines. Fingers are crossed!
2025 also represented a new personal peace. Trying to be a better person year after year, I endeavored to put the past behind me and reach out to some old friends. To my surprised delight, one of them reconnected with me, and we are friends again. The one that I once publicly said would never talk to me again, has been back in my life for a year. Another declined my olive branch, but I’ll take this win. Working towards a more peaceful life is a good goal to have, and it doesn’t mean you can’t still listen to angry heavy rock! Though I certainly can’t rock physically as hard as I used to.
One thing that I am slowly learning is that years tend to get harder as you age. We lose people, and you can never predict that the the next year will be a year without funerals. The last part of 2025 has been dominated by physical pain and anxiety. Painfully, I am forced to realize that the body breaks down as we abuse it, year after year. Physically, though I am taking care of myself by trying to eat better, and practice better mental health, my body is betraying me. New pains become familiar pains. Some go away for months and surprise you with a return later on, always at inconvenient times. This year was the year I dropped my cell phones into a dumpster, and took a dive for the worse. I am still paying for that mis-step. There are good and bad days for pain. Today is a particularly bad one. Healing must continue in 2026.
Part the Last
In these uncertain times, we can only hope things don’t get worse next year. Nobody can say what the new year will bring, but I do know we’ll have plenty of new music to digest. New tours, as Journey, Iron Maiden, Guns N’ Roses, and even Rush and Triumph roll into 2026.
I don’t want to end the year on a bummer. I can’t promise that 2026 will be the “best year ever!” or that I will reach newer and higher accomplishments. I can only promise that I will continue to follow my creative muses. I have many creative hats. I’m a videographer, a podcaster, a writer, a drone pilot, and a cook. You’ve been with me as I’ve shared my journey, on these subjects and more. Journey on, I will. More adventures. More food. More new discoveries. More MUSIC! Even years ago, when I “quit” writing about music, it still found its way into my work. Every drone video has a kick-ass soundtrack, and every fictional story I’ve ever written has a soundtrack to it (whether you can hear it or not). Music has been my life since 1977, when John Williams first opened my ears with the bombastic sound of brass, percussion and strings. It’ll never go away.
I end this year with a message of hope.
I have learned that nothing is permanent. The present sometimes feels like it, but nothing lasts forever and soon our new “normal” will be quite different from today. If I can reconcile with the most unlikely of old friends, then there is always hope. Hope for the future. Happy 2026, and let’s continue to break new ground…together.
Nostalgia filled me as I whiled away the afternoon hours. Christmas Eve was here again, and I wanted to drift back in time. I am never happier than when I think back to the early 80s, and how wonderful and perfect Christmas Eve was. Now, so many of us are gone. Uncle Paul and Grandma have left us, and Aunt Maria is not well enough for Christmas anymore. By mid-afternoon on Christmas Eve back in 1981, or 82, or 83…I’d be anxious to the point of explosion, waiting to get things started! We had to kill time, am eternity of time. Or so it seemed. What was really a few hours felt like days. So we’d go down to the basement and try to stave off the combination of boredom and anxiety, by playing Atari 2600. Meanwhile upstairs, Mom would be furiously preparing for the arrival of guests, while dad sometimes worked or sometimes flipped channels between March of the Wooden Soldiers and A Christmas Carol.
The old Atari 2600 still works, but it’s at the lake awaiting next summer’s fun. Emulators capture most of the experience, minus the joystick. And so I cued up some games. Things that would remind me of the past… the competitive past with Dr. Kathryn, playing the classics.
Time-appropriate music was necessary. I chose the Brian May Starfleet box set. Even though I’d not been aware of Brian May or the album back in 1983 when it came out, listening to new music was also a Christmas Eve tradition, and disc two of the set is fresh to me. The combination worked.
I started out with an old Uncle Paul favourite: Activision’s River Raid. Either due to being years out of practice, or the lack of a joystick, I fared poorly. I remembered all my old strategies, such as slowing down to refuel, but I couldn’t even get past the second bridge. Let’s try something more fun.
The second game I played was an old “M Network” cartridge, now emulated online, called Frogs and Flies. It wasn’t rated highly by us back then, but it is strangely playable. The object is to jump your frog, and catch more flies with your tongue than your opponent (or computer player). There are only two controls: one to jump and one to flick out your tongue. The graphics, featuring the frogs jumping on lilypads in a pond, capture the transition from morning to night. The game is on a time limit, and once it is night, it ends. Top score wins. (I won.) Well, that was fun.
Brian May and Eddie Van Halen solo’d together as I tried the old Star Wars: Return of the Jedi – Death Star Battle game. This is not a game that we owned, but we did rent it at least once (in the summer, actually). I remembered it being really cool, but I did not destroy the Death Star in 2025. Unusually for games of the time, it was a two-stage game. First, you (the Millennium Falcon) must battle TIE Fighters and Imperial Shuttles as you wait for a hole in the Death Star’s shield to appear. Once through the shield, you must now destroy the Death Star by shooting out blocks, creating a clear shot to the main reactor. This while being attacked by fighters and the Death Star’s superlaser itself. I did not do well. The strategy here is to move to the far right or left, and lure the laser’s sights as far from the center as possible. Then, zip to the middle and take shots at the Death Star for as long as you can before the superlaser is locked on you again. You only have a few seconds. I found this un-fun and only tried a couple times before quitting. The Empire wins this time. (No sequel trilogy.)
I searched around for a few games. I tried Pitfall, considered one of the best games on the console, but bored quickly of repetitive scenes. I played Vanguard, but it took me over 10 lives just to kill the first Gond. Then Freeway…chickens literally crossing a road.
Before I knew it, it was just about time to depart and get merry. I probably spent more time searching for a game that I wanted to play, than actually playing. Just like the old days.
Pac-Man. Haunted House. Frogger! Damn Frogger, that one had me going all Christmas Day when it came out. I thought it was the best Atari game ever made. It may well have been. Those were indeed the days. Monopolizing the TV to play Frogger all day. Food? A distraction! Taking away from our Atari time!
Christmas Eve ended with a new set of Uno games. Something I probably also received from Uncle Paul one Christmas Eve back in the 1980s.
Full circle. The more things change, the more they stay the same, and that is a comforting sentiment.
It was 20 years ago when I finally snapped. Two decades since that fateful day when I finally reached the breaking point. The day I ended the most toxic relationship I’d even been in.
December 19, 2005, I quit the Record Store.
The story has been told multiple times, but I have had two decades now to put it behind me. Perspective changes. If the “me” of today was quitting that store in 2005, I’d have been a bit more assertive about why I was quitting. It is safe to say that I left that job for one reason and one reason only. Even though you can’t change the past, it is sometimes interesting to reflect back in terms of personal growth.
What don’t kill ya, makes ya more strong, as James Hetfield once said. I am a fucking lion.
There was a lot to love about working in a Record Store, especially the early days.
The most important and lasting impact of the Store is not any of the musical treasures I acquired. Not my mint condition Shine On box set by Pink Floyd. Nor the numerous Japanese imports, or the limited edition releases. None of the things in my collection can compare to the relationships made that lasted the test of time. I look at my Facebook friend list and count the names. There is Jade, and Kyle, and Ian, and there is Trevor! And the Sausagefesters: Uncle Meat, Joe Big Nose, Tom, and Dr. Dave! Two Matts, a Pat, an Ashleigh and a Kate! And Chris, who I trained and now works at the beloved Encore Records, still selling music to the masses. Of these friends, I remain close to Uncle Meat. We’ve had trials, tribulations, and tornadoes in our lives but here we stand. This list just includes the ones I worked with, but I have friends that I met as customers, such as the infamous Aaron KMA. Aaron and I will be celebrating our 30th Friendaversary in spring of 2026.
It was unfortunate that it ended the way it did, but I had to hit a moment of rock bottom before I would take the bold move of quitting my job of 12 years. I’ve never been good at breakups. Just ask any of my ex’s. There were the five stages of grief after I left, mixed with a tremendous high of new experiences and new achievements. The anger stage of grief took a while. There was fallout, and that’s on me, but like I said…anger stage of grief. Bridges had to be burned so that I was left with only the positive people from that period in my life. Many supported me in my journey; some did not, and I’m left with the ones that did. I am grateful to all of them.
Sometimes I think about what it would be like to still be there, an old dog slinging music from behind the counter. Part time of course; not manager. It would be hilarious because I’m not the same person anymore and I don’t take shit like I used to. The Big Boss Man would have a harder time pushing me around. I don’t think it would last long.
I still shop there, though the old locations from my day no longer exist. The staff are mediocre. I’m not saying that to be mean. A lot of us were mediocre from day to day back then. However, I always made sure every customer was at least said “Hello” to, and they don’t do that anymore.
20 years have come and gone in the blink of an eye. How can I sum it up? I came out of my cocoon. “I am, I’m me.” And I hope the next 20 years reveals just as much growth as the last 20.
The roots of anxiety run deep. Some things from childhood, I can remember vividly. I have strong memories of some of the unhappy moments, frozen in time. When I say “unhappy”, it’s important to stress that these stories might not seem like a big deal to you, but they obviously impacted me in ways that still have repercussions today.
I can pinpoint the year to 1980. It might have been March break. Lego was a favourite hobby. Lego Technic, or what we called “Technical Lego”, was hot and new. I had a couple sets, including the 1978 go-cart (set 854), a 1979 bulldozer (set 856) and a really cool motor (1979 – set 8858) that were challenging and interesting to a kid (and now adults too). The holy grail was the 853 car chassis, which came with a similar motor, rack-and-pinion steering, adjustable seats, and the biggest tires that Lego made. It was completely customizable and a challenge to assemble with little kid hands. I never had one. I did get to play with one, once. This is that story. But it’s not going to go how you think.
My mom begins the tale. When you’re a kid, sometimes your “friends” are just your parents’ friends’ kids. My mom tells me that one of these friends of theirs thought it would be a great idea for me to have a sleepover with her kid. Mark Steele was his name. I didn’t know him. I had probably met him at one of those random things that parents did together sometimes, but I didn’t know him at all. I was invited to do a sleepover, and I think is was for two nights. My mom tells me that one of the other kids in the parent-circle went over for sleepovers and had a great time.
I have strong memories about the rest.
Adults always thought I was “shy”. I guess that is true, but the truth is even back then, I had severe anxiety. I did not feel comfortable around people I did not know. I felt very comfortable around close family and friends, but very few people outside that circle. My dad had this one childhood friend who moved out west and became a scientist. I took a real shine to him. Very few others were that fortunate with me. I did not know these people and I was being sent away for two nights. Rather than be a fun time that I was looking forward to, it was something that I had to make it through, so that I could go back to my own home and bed.
I was treated with nothing but hospitality, but I simply was never the sleepover type. I had it pretty good at home. I had all the Star Wars toys that a kid could want. I had a sister that I adored, to play with every day. I had parents that made food that I liked and let us watch whatever we wanted on TV. I had my best friend Bob, only ever two doors down. Why would I want to go anywhere else?
Mark was a very friendly and welcoming kid. His bedroom had a giant poster of a hockey player on the closet door – it was cut in half in such a way that you could opens the doors. It might have been Wayne Gretzky, but that would not have helped me at all. I knew nothing about hockey, and had no interest in it. I liked Star Wars. Even though every effort was made to make me feel at home, I felt so homesick.
For lunch, Kraft dinner was served. I have always been a picky eater, and very much so a Kraft dinner purist. I loved Kraft Dinner. Nobody made better Kraft Dinner than my mom. I do today it the way she did it back then. Lots of milks, extra runny sauce. No hot sauce, no pepper, just the KD out of the box with nothing added. Well, wouldn’t you know it. I was being served Kraft Dinner…with hot dogs mixed in. I don’t know what I said, but I know I was vocal in my dislike of the concept of Kraft Dinner with hot dogs. I tried to eat it, and it was probably more psychological than not, but I did not like it. I still don’t.
For entertainment, we all went out to see the film The Black Stallion. I remember them trying to pump me up over this movie. “You’re going to love it!” I have never cared about horses, and I need not tell you, I did not enjoy The Black Stallion. My mom loves the film, but I distinctly remember thinking, “This isn’t a kid’s movie, this is a grown-up movie that kids can watch with their parents.” I liked Star Wars! I had no idea who Mickey Rooney was, or why he was a big deal. I didn’t understand the movie. The horse didn’t seem particularly likeable and I had no idea why the kid in the movie wanted to ride the horse. Like, who cares? That was my attitude as a nine year old.
Sleeping was difficult for me in a strange bed in another kid’s room. As a person with music deep in his soul, and in an age before personal tape players, I liked to hum myself to sleep. Usually a John Williams soundtrack piece. I couldn’t do that if I wasn’t alone. I really had to…not be myself…if I slept over at someone else’s house.
The one thing I do remember, and is definitely a happy memory, is that Mark owned the 853 car chassis. I got to play with it. I got to handle it and experience it for myself. I remember thinking that, visually, it wasn’t very striking. It was just a red bare-bones chassis. Yes it was everything you stared it in the little Lego catalogue photos, except up close in real life. At the time, the 853 car chassis was the most desired of all the technical Lego sets. It had the motor with four pistons that moved as you pushed it over the carpet. It had loads of big technical pieces, a ton of gears, and was massive in hand.
As hard as they tried, the only thing I really remember enjoying that weekend was the Lego. The lesson here is that Lego is just plain good for your mental health.
RECORD STORE TALES #1226: The Wayne’s World Drumsticks
They weren’t my drum sticks, but like many things that belonged to my sister, I claimed them as “ours” not “hers”. It was she that got Wayne’s World on VHS. The tape came with a free pair of Wayne’s World drumsticks. They were cheap and warped (a common issue), but they were not meant to be played. They were intended to be a collectible for fans of Wayne Campbell and his drumming friend, Garth Algar.
Wayne’s World was a worldwide phenomenon when it was released to cinemas in early 1992. I myself went to see it twice in the space of 24 hours. When it was released on VHS just in time for Christmas, it was everywhere. You could buy it at the grocery store if you wanted to. Mike Myers and Dana Carvey’s loveable metalhead characters had become cultural icons in a very short span of time, with “Not!” and “Yeah, right!” becoming immediately popular punchlines in youth culture. Myers has a knack for that kind of impact. He did it again in the late 90’s with Austin Powers and “Oh, behave!”
Drums were always an instrument I was fascinated by. I would sit on the edge of my bed and play air-drums to my favourite songs. When Kathryn acquired the VHS tape/drum stick bundle for Christmas, I upped my air drum game.
I set up some pillows on my bed and practised smacking them with my…her sticks. It looked and sounded stupid, but it was physically fun to do!
Switching gears a moment, when final exams rolled around, I spent a lot of time studying. It is a tedious task, but I had a proven method. I would comb through my class notebooks, and make a set of point-form notes on all the key subjects and sub-subjects. Then I would reduce those notes to a list of keywords. I would then memorize the list of keywords. It was very mechanical but it worked. If I could remember that list of keywords, I could trigger the memory of what I wrote in my point-form notes, and retain enough of the facts and figures to pass the exam.
Memorising a list of words and phrases is a tedious, mechanical task. It lent itself well to rhythm. So, eventually I would get to the point where I would be in my room reciting this memorized list, pounding out the words to the beat of the Wayne’s World drum sticks. Pillows on the bed, notes scattered about, and me saying seemingly random words like, “Max rebellion”, “Francs”, “Rhine/Rhone”, and other phrases designed to trigger a memory of a series of historical events. Pounding out the words with the drum sticks hitting the pillows in little thuds. Eventually I drove all those words into my head, in order!
That’s the true story of how a pair of warped Wayne’s World drumsticks that weren’t even mine helped me pass my Ancient History classes.
The big plastic bin of garbage lay before me, to take out as I go. We had a bathroom pipe break the day before, so in the plastic bin was not just your average garbage, but also an impressively rusted bathroom drain pipe. I tucked my two cell phones (work and personal) into my shirt pocket as I always did, and picked the plastic bin up with the legs. Navigating the simple act of taking out an awkward bin of garbage is tricky at age 53. Carrying the brunt of the weight against my chest, I walked the garbage out to the dumpster.
I opened the lid a crack, struggled a bit, and heaved the trash into the dumpster. Job done, and off to work.
I’m a nervous nelly and I’m always checking my pockets. Right front pants; keys. Left front pants; wallet. Front right shirt…front right shirt.
Shit.
My phones. Both of them. Gone.
I ran back to the dumpster and opened the lid in the pitch black. Fortunately, one of my phones was lit up. They must have fallen in with the garbage, when I dumped the contents of the plastic bin into the dumpster.
I’ve never gone dumpster diving in my life. I have zero experience in this. Well, I was about to get my wings. I calculated the risk as I lifted myself up. I got my right leg up.
“This is easy,” I actually thought to myself. “I wonder if they design these things so you can get in if you have to.”
I lifted my whole body over the edge, and lost control of the situation quickly. I tipped over to the left and landed with a mighty crash on my left side.
“Fuck!” I might have shouted. I don’t remember. That’s when the adrenaline kicked in. Even though I could not see, one lit-up phone led to another, and I retrieved both. Nothing gets the adrenaline flowing like being stuck in a dumpster, and so I somehow lifted myself back up and out. I landed on both feet this time. I truly do not know how I did it, but as soon as I hit the ground, I began slowly walking it off and focusing on breathing. It only occurred to me later what would have happened if I landed on something sharp.
I was convinced that nothing was broken, so I got in the car and went to work. When I got there, I felt the adrenaline wearing off and more pain settling in. I tried to move a box of documents to be shredded and couldn’t even budge it. That’s when I changed my mind and decided to go to the hospital.
According to my notes, I was admitted right around 7:30 and discharged at 1:00; not a bad turnaround.
The nurses and attendants with all very helpful and sympathetic. They helped me out of my chair when I needed a lift. Between all the nurses and doctors, I think I told my story five times. Each time, it was hard not to laugh at the stupidity. That’s when I realized how much it hurt to laugh. It was a fairly easy wait. I bought with me a book, which was noted by the triage nurse. “Oh, I see you brought a book, smart!” I mumbled something about thinking ahead, but what came out was more or less gibberish. The book I had with me was, of course, dystopian fiction: 2546: Harbinger of The Equinox by Australian writer Violeta M Bagia. I ripped through the first 60 pages before I was let go.
X-rays were thorough. Nothing broken. It’s not as simple as that though, as this is an injury that can get worse if not cared for.
They gave me three yellow pills and three white pills. I could definitely feel their effects as breathing became easier. Getting up? Not so easy. Still working on that. It requires a system of sequential movements that I haven’t quite mastered yet.
I got myself home. My mom bought me a sandwich. It was the first food I’d had all day.
I can’t see any marks on my body, but I sure bet that will change in the coming days.
Having sat long enough, now I move to go lay down a while. Wish me luck. I’m sure this isn’t the end of this story.
SPASTIC PHONO BAND – “Wings Under Japan” (1980 7″ single, Slipped Disc Records)
INVESTIGATIVE REPORT – 45 years ago…
[Editor’s note: the authors of this report have asked to retain their anonymity.]
The year: The harsh winter of 1980, remembered for its deep cold and snow. In the realm of popular music, all four Beatles were still alive, even though the band had been broken up for a decade. One of the Beatles soon found themselves in a wee bit of trouble. This trouble would spill all over the world news, causing rippling effects and ramifications far beyond the shores of England, for that winter in New York State, a band would go on to record a song….
The Beatle in trouble was the still-babyfaced Paul McCartney. It was no secret that he was already known for enjoying the green leaf. Back in 1972, McCartney was arrested in Sweden for possession of Lady Ganja. He was released without charges at that time, but his reputation was now cemented. McCartney wanted to book a Japanese tour in the mid-70s, but the country was very strict about illegal substances and refused Paul permission to play. The fans in Japan would have to do without.
Finally, in 1980, Japan had a change of heart and granted permission for Paul McCartney and Wings to tour in the Land of the Rising Sun.
He just needed to make sure he packed appropriately for the trip.
Paul McCartney is an undisputed musical genius. His songs will last 100 years. That does not mean that Paul always used his head. Despite the scrutiny he was bound to experience upon entering Japan, he decided to bring a stash with him. He was arrested upon discovery at the Narita Airport with 220 grams of Hawaiian green. Reportedly, he didn’t even attempt to hide the electric lettuce, just packing it in his carry-on bag with his clothing. Paul subsequently spent 10 days in the keiji shisetsu (刑務施設); actually the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Teenage girls numbering about 50 serenaded the station during Prisoner 22’s incarceration.
Unfortunately for Paul, the nature of this arrest and jailing far away from home meant headlines all over the world. “PAUL IN CHAINS” and “EX-BEATLE ARRESTED IN JAPAN” went the articles, along with a photo of McCartney being escorted by Japanese officials. It was huge news, especially in the UK where it became a bit of a media circus.
The judge in the case determined that McCartney brought the drugs for personal use and not trafficking, and decided that Paul had spent enough time in jail. He was taken to the airport, and flown to Holland, where he was (perhaps surprisingly) refused entry. He still had time for a chat with the press.
“How did you get out?” asked the reporter.
“Walking on foot,” answered Paul in typical cheeky Beatle humour.
The experience was “a drag” for Paul. “I was woken up at six in the morning, then had to sit cross-legged for a roll-call. It was like Bridge on the River Kwai. They shouted out ’22’ in Japanese, and I had to shout back, ‘Hai!'”
The 11 date Japanese tour was cancelled at the cost of 2.5 million dollars and 90,000 tickets.
Did he learn from his experience?
“Now I have made up my mind never to touch the stuff again. From now on, all I’m going to smoke is straightforward [cigarettes]. No more pot.” He later acknowledged his own stupidity. “Well, to this day I have no idea what made me do it. I don’t know if it was just arrogance or what. Maybe I thought that they wouldn’t open my suitcase. I can’t put myself back into that mindset now…to this day I have no idea what made me do it.”
Over in America, shortly after shoveling out from a massive dumping of overnight snow, a young songwriter named “Vic Trola” was inspired to write a song. At least that’s how the credits read on the actual record. A recent online theory postulated that “Vic Trola” was indeed a pseudonym, but these writings are mostly found in conspiracy theory discussions. A fringe group that splintered off the main conspiracy theory group added that “Vic” was short for “Victoria”, not “Victor” as previously assumed. These theories are largely dismissed by the other groups. Our own extensive research has failed to unearth any other compositions written by Trola; just the one that you are reading about today. We do know, thanks to documents obtained in the process of researching this article, that after catching their breath from shoveling the drive on that cold winter day, Trola went inside and began writing. The surviving notes from Vic Trola’s respirologist confirm these facts.
Vic Trola’s song, as it evolved into its final form, was the product of on-stage gigging by the mysterious Spastic Phono Band, and that is where our story really begins. Though their names are now lost to time, and their relationship to Vic Trola is clouded, we do know that they consisted of a tight rhythm section. Both the drummer and bassist were exceptional. They boasted a dual guitar configuration, and multiple lead singers including one female vocalist who appears prominently on their sole recording called “Wings Under Japan”.
The Spastic Phono Band had experience. They had already been working on a set of originals and comedic covers. Favourite hits by Santana and the Might Zep were endowed with new witty words, and they found an audience who shared their sense of musical comicality. Encouraged by the audience reception to these songs, the Spastic Phono Band turned their attention to the hot news of the day: Paul’s arrest in Japan. Presumably with Vic Trola’s lyrical input, they started playing bits of his Beatles and Wings hits in a medley. Egged on by the crowd, and adding throwaway lyrics here and there, the song “sort of wrote itself”, according to a maraca player who claims to have been there at the time (and requested complete anonymity). It took only three or four shows for the song to come together as we know it today. The Paul medley became an instant live hit. The crowds ate it up. They learned the words, sang along and shouted for more! Clearly, the song needed to be recorded in a studio, and put out on a record.
Unfortunately for the band and Vic Trola, who were based out of Liverpool (New York, pop. 2400), there were few studios around within the reasonable driving distance of a beaten-up touring van. Their studio of choice would be unavailable for three weeks, and time was of the essence. The Paul story was hot now, not later! Even if they recorded the song immediately, it would have to be mastered and pressed at a record plant, meaning they had to act immediately. The scarcity of nearby studios presented a challenge. Would these young musical minds be able to publish their Paul pastiche in time?
As they used to say, the Spastic Phono Band let their fingers do the walking: They picked up the phone and eventually connected to something that somehow passed as a recording studio. The old schoolhouse that they booked was certainly was not conceived as a studio when it was built in the last decade of the 1800s. The top floor housed the recording space, but in a decidedly inconvenient design and safety choice, it was only accessible via an outdoor fire escape. All the band’s equipment had to be hauled up the emergency exit: drum after drum after drum, followed by amp after amp. Bags were passed from vehicle to musician and up the fire escape, which wobbled with every tentative step. Also, it was winter. Members of the band were not sure if they were going to survive the combination of snow and ice, metal steps, and gravity. To our great fortune, they did.
The studio owner was also the engineer, and his soul still lived in the 1950s. He didn’t grasp the nuance, or understand the Spastic Phono Band’s particular brand of humour. He did, however, have a friendly personality and got along with the band. A good sounding record began to take shape on tape. The band nicknamed the engineer “Eddie”, a reference to a classic Leave It To Beaver character, Eddie Haskell. Eddie’s studio had all the necessary equipment (minus an elevator). He even had an ARP synthesizer which can be heard on two segments of the recording: “Silly Drug Laws“ and “Banned in Japan”. Though the band did not have the budget to spend more time in the studio to do some further work on the guitars, the band climbed down the fire escape holding in their mittens a reel-to-reel tape of their hard-earned work. Physicists specializing in the behaviour of water at low temperatures speculate that the tape was almost dropped once on the way down, but saved from an icy fate in the snow.
The schoolhouse was demolished in 2025 at 131 years old.
Though recorded, the song still had to be mastered and cut to vinyl. With time slipping away, and Paul McCartney finally starting to experience a decline in the media frenzy over his Japanese vacation in the big house, the Spastic Phono Band were in an ever-increasing time crunch. Their song, heavily dependent on McCartney’s imprint in the public consciousness, had to make its way to a physical record that you could buy. Their preferred manufacturer was fully booked and the band could not wait any longer. The track was complete, mixed and ready to be mastered…but where?
Through furious searching and some tense bidding on eBay, we have obtained some of the logs, unfortunately anonymous, detailing the following sequence of events of the recording:
Monday.
Tempus is fugiting. Much to our dismay, the cute Beatle’s troubles in the Far East are rapidly becoming old news. Also with windchill, it is about four degrees today.
The Paul story was soon displaced by other current events. The Iranian Revolution made fresh headlines, and soon came the hostage crisis. Front pages were dominated by the tense 444 day crisis, during which 66 Americans were held hostage at the US Embassy in Tehran. As it happens, another band in the same area as the Spastic Phono Band, a trio, were working on a song referencing these events. One of the songs in their regular set, popular in some of the local Irish venues around the area, was Jerry Jeff Walker’s “London Homesick Blues”. It featured the unique chorus of “I wanna go home with the armadillo.” (Who wouldn’t?) This was easily adapted into “I’ve had enough of the Ayatollah”. The clever lyrical substitute worked, and the band approached the club owners documented only as “The Brothers Three”. The Brothers actually owned three clubs, which seemed poetic. The Brothers Three liked the song, feeling that it tapped into the sentiment of the day. The reached into their pockets and financed a studio recording of the Walker cover. They were now in the record business.
The Spastic Phono Band, who were familiar with the trio in question, learned of this. Realizing it was a good idea, they decided to make their own pitch to the Brothers Three.
Wednesday.
They went for it. Sure, they argued a bit and the oldest one may have smacked the youngest one, but we did get a unanimous decision. The Brothers Three are going to allow us to use the disc maker where they pressed the Ayatollah record.
The record would be made in a little postage-stamp sized record plant (if you could call it that) in Connecticut.
Tuesday.
One of the Brothers Three picked me up in his MG convertible today. We took the tape to a dumpy little record pressing company. Mission accomplished. We ordered 300 copies to be made. Then headed home, but my companion driving the convertible decided to put the top down. It may be February thaw, but it was so cold I still don’t have feeling back in my nose. Considering calling an otolaryngologist.
Frozen noses aside, when the boxes containing 300 copies of “Wings Under Japan” finally arrived, the McCartney story was equally cold.
Friday.
Believe it or not, there isn’t a lot of demand for a record by a band that nobody’s heard of.
The records were delivered to stores, who tried their best to push it, but were fighting an uphill battle. The record was not a hit. The 300 copies did eventually end up in the hands of the public. There are no documents detailing any sales, so we do not know if the band sold them at shows, or by mail order, or any of the other quaint methods available in 1980. Mr. McCartney never stumbled upon the record, as far as the evidence suggests. At least, we know he hasn’t sued. But could he even locate the Spastic Phono Band if he wanted to? We could not. Vic Trola has pulled a DB Cooper: Taken the money (if any) and flown.
Though only the original 300 copies were made, we were able to track one down for this article. It was clearly loved in its previous home.
Housed in a yellow-brown sleeve (the original?), the 45 has a nice maroon label, stating this is on Slipped Disc Records. Charmingly, the song “Wings Under Japan” is split over the two sides…sides 3 and 4. (It has been suggested that this release, with sides 3 and 4 instead of 1 and 2), gave George Lucas the idea to number The Empire Strikes Back as Episode V instead of Episode II as expected. With that film releasing in May 1980, we cannot completely dismiss the claim.)
The track is just over seven minutes combined.
Leavin’ on a Japanese roadtrip, Headin’ down a London runway, Paul said ‘I need to bring along some good weed, Because it helps me relax when I play.’
Guffaw! The song begins with a spoof of “The Ballad of John and Yoko”, now called “The Ballad of Paul and Linda”, with a similar structure, but words about Paul. “The way things are gooooin’, they’re gonna scrutinize me!” And they did…but not long enough for the Spastic Phono Band. The song continues.
Staring at the man with the baggie. Paul said, ‘Maybe I’m amazed! It only amounts to less than half an ounce, Why do you have to get so carried away?’
In perhaps the most obvious yet fun twist, the song then goes into Wings’ “Hi Hi Hi”…but re-written as “High High High”. This is funny because it’s so obvious, it had to be done. It’s amazing nobody else did it. Incidentally the harmony vocals in this section are rich and excellent.
Next up in the Paul medley is “Silly Love Songs”, redone as “Silly Drug Laws”. “What’s wrong with drugs, I’d like to know, ’cause here I go again! I’m in jail…” Another example of great singing by the Spastic Phono Band, but listen to that 1970s groove and the dexterous bassline! This is some serious playing.
Side “3” ends, and so we flip to side “4”. Fortunately in the modern era, we can use our digital capture software to seamlessly edit the two into one track! Next is “Band On the Run”, revised as “Banned In Japan”. In this case, the original song is almost a medley of different sections itself. The Spastic Phono Band do several of them here. “Stuck inside these stone walls, might be here forever!” There is a poignant moment coming here, frozen in time. Little did they know that John Lennon had only months to live, for in December of 1980, he would be murdered in New York. So to hear the line, “I’ll join with Ringo, and George and John and we’ll put the reunion on,” reminds us that finite period of time when such a thing was indeed possible.
A brief pause and then, just like on Abbey Road, wait for a Beatles-y coda.
“Wings Under Japan” is, quite frankly, one of the best parody medley songs (or however you want to describe it) you’ll ever find, for three reasons.
The mystery. Who are the Spastic Phono Band anyway? We may never know. (Or, more accurately…we may never tell.)
The musical prowess. There is some serious playing and singing on this brief single, and your life would be richer if you heard it.
Though depicting events before some of you were born, the lyrics are still hilarious due to the timeless nature of weed jokes.
RECORD STORE TALES #1224: Nov 11: An Uncle Paul Story
November 11 is a very important day in my family. Since my grandfather and his brother both served in Europe during World War II, it was a tradition that I have always known. My grandfather rarely told war stories. It used to make me uncomfortable. At home, my dad would educate me on different battles, and the tanks and the guns and planes involved. My dad’s specialty is the Pacific theater, but he certainly taught me the difference between a Panzer and a Sherman. I knew what the Battle of Britain was. I had seen all the old movies. So when my grandfather seemed…haunted by the war, it contrasted that childish “cool factor” that you get by watching a tank fire its cannon.
From my earliest memories, we went to the cenotaph every Remembrance Day, heard the cannons fire, shivered in the cold and watched Grampa lay a wreath. I was short and could hardly see. Back then, November 11 was a school holiday, so families could go to the cenotaph. Eventually they ditched that holiday in favor of an in-school memorial. This took place in the gymnasium. They’d run a film and I’d just sit there thinking “right now Grampa would be laying his wreath.” We lost him in 1983 but the family always went.
This is where the story deviates from today’s theme. My Uncle Paul and Aunt Maria would also go to the cenotaph with us. They drove in from Stratford. For us, it really was a full family day.
My Uncle and Aunt would come to town for the ceremony at 11 o’clock, but stayed the day to visit. My dad and uncle would go to the local car dealerships and look at the new models. Best of all, they would pick my sister and I up from school at the end of the day! What a treat. Not only didn’t we have to walk home on a cold day, but we got to ride with Uncle Paul and my dad. We would laugh and smile the whole way home. I loved this modification to the old tradition…but there was more. Much more.
Little did I know, but after the Remembrance Day ceremony, the whole family would head over to Hi-Way Market and visit their incredible, legendary toy section. My Aunt and Uncle would buy all of our Christmas gifts right there in one shot. Every GI Joe. Every Atari game. Every Transformer. They were sitting there in the trunk, directly behind us as we rode home from school. Every single gift that I was salivating over, nightly in the toy catalogues. They were right there, mere inches away!
If it sounds like I still can’t believe it, it’s still amazing to me that they did this for years and I had no idea!
Thanks Uncle and Aunt for making every Remembrance Day visit a special one for a kid. And thanks to Grampa and Uncle Gar for doing what had to be done.
RECORD STORE TALES #1223: The Creative Process and Why I Love Editing (The new and improved Grab A Stack of Rock show intro video)
Funny thing about creativity: Sometimes size does matter.
The size of your canvas, that is.
I love editing videos, and my pet project for three years now has been the theme video for my YouTube show, Grab A Stack of Rock. In those three years, I have created over 100 revisions. I have spent countless hours at my deck working on them. My old PC’s fans used to groan in protest when loading the files.
Ever since the old LeBrain Train days, I wanted an opening theme song video that include every guest who had ever been on the show. When we started over from scratch, that was still my goal. Now we have had 50 guests and the old theme song video was getting cramped. Tim Durling extended it a long time ago by looping a chorus, so I came to him for help once again. Creatively, Tim added a guitar solo to extend the song’s length even further. Modestly, Tim said “It should be apparent to anyone listening that a professional guitar player I am not, but it sure was fun.” Hey man, it’s good enough for rock and roll, and it gave me a much larger canvas to play with.
When I had the much shorter video, it was always painful for me to edit when we had a new guest to add to the show. What do I cut, in order to fit the new person in? There were some parts of the video that were synched to the song and were set in stone – Paul Shortino’s cameo, for example, my laugh at the end, and so on. I love editing; it is one of my favourite parts of the creative process. I can sit and edit all day and not realize how much time has gone by. I always pay for it later in cramps.
Thanks to Tim and this ever-expanding song I now have more canvas, and I’ve been playing with it even more.
“It needs more Dan Chartrand,” I said at first, and so I added more Dan, and just for kicks, more Jex too. Game Show Host Jex, with the jacket.
There was also one shot in the original video that always bugged me. It’s one of the oldest shots, but it is from a Christmas show that included Brian Richards as a guest – his only show as a guest. But it was a static shot and always stood out for that reason. It hasn’t looked right for a long time, so I took this opportunity to replace it with a moving shot of Brian waving. I also wanted more Nurse Kat, since she did two episodes with us, and more Archie Gamble since he did three. In a fun happenstance, I got one shot of Archie synched up to the chorus, so it looks like he’s singing Grab A Stack of Rock. I also wanted more Davey Cretin, so a chose a shot from our Brave New World episode that has me holding stacks of Maiden during the chorus.
I hope this brief glimpse of a day’s work gives you an idea of why I love working on editing videos. There is almost always something you want to fix, but the process of doing so either becomes so impossibly tedious that I say, “That’s it, this work is done.” Not done – abandoned!
I have been working in the video medium, as an amateur, for 36 years. I like editing to music. I like placing my edits at key moments of songs, or at least with the beat. It gives me a framework and enhances the visuals. I’m obviously just a hack; this isn’t a “how-to”. I’m just expressing what I love and why I drink my coffee until it is stone cold, sitting here trying to perfect that magical “final” edit.
And then I wait, because now I can’t wait for the next guest to arrive and be added to the showcase.* We still have several more to come!**
One day I’d like to do some more animation, but that is mostly an outdoor summer activity for me. For now, I will continue to enjoy doing this for myself, because at the end of the day, nobody else notices all the minute little tweaks and changes I make to my passion projects.
*We’ve already added Lana Teramae, and another new addition, Bob Cesca, will join us this week on 50 Years of Iron Maiden.
**Two more guests are coming on 50 Years of Iron Maiden: Ryan Murphy from RushFans, and D’Arcy Briggs from darcyska. We also have plans with author Robert Lawson, and an interview with a musician that I am not ready to disclose.
Written by Mike Ladano, Jen Ladano, and Tee Bone Erickson. Recorded and performed by Tee Bone, guitar solo and remix by Tim Durling
Blaze Bayley
Harrison Kopp
Mike Ladano
Eric “Uncle Meat” Litwiller
Aaron KMA
Tim Durling
Rob Daniels
John T Snow
Marco D’Auria
Grant Arthur
Brian Richards
MarriedandHeels
Kevin Simister
Dr. Kathryn
Jen Ladano
Grace Scheele
Jex Russell
Spencer “Spenny” Rice
Nurse Kat
Peter Kerr
John Clauser
Erik Woods
Jason Drury
Pierre-Luc Allard
Len Labelle
Reed Little
Metal Roger
John the Music Nut
Mike Slayen
Pete Jones
Todd Evans
James Kalyn
Angie Moon
Ryan Gavalier
Chris Preston
Dan Chartrand
Glen “Archie” Gamble
bicyclelegs
Davey Cretin
Melissa Nee
Sidney Cini A
Ashley Geisler
Martin Popoff
Bert Blotto
F Lee Harvey Blotto
Bowtie Blotto
Broadway Blotto
Jake Not From State Farm
Bob Cesca (Camp Chaos)
Lana Teramae
and (briefly) Max the Axe
Plus Daisi the Dog, Gimli the Cat (RIP) and Galadriel the Cat