Record Store Tales

#1088: More Encore! Arkells Acquired

RECORD STORE TALES #1088: More Encore! Arkells Acquired

My Arkells obsession has not abated.  Since my birthday bonanza, at which I acquired Blink Once and Campfire Chords, I had not been able to buy any more Arkells.  Amazon doesn’t seem to carry much on CD these days, and when they do, the prices can be prohibitive.  I did pick up a CD copy of High Noon to eliminate those pops on my well-played vinyl, and a new review is incoming, but that was it.

I like writing a Record Store Tale with glad tidings.  Encore Records in Kitchener has delivered once again.

I’ve known Chris at Encore for about 20 years.  He has an excellent album under the band name Sexdwarf, which I got during the pandemic when I started ordering from Encore through the mail.  I don’t order as frequently these days, and I only get down there about once a year.  I’m allergic to parking downtown, and also public transit.  However, the ION train stops right at Encore, and Jen and I need to get me out of the house more this winter.  So, more Encore!  But back to Chris.

We talk infrequently, but I was asking him about getting the new Beaches and the new Arkells on CD.  (The Beaches is a problem – you can only get the CD from their website or shows, and shipping is more than the CD itself.  This baffles me because “Blame Brett” is a huge hit.)  Chris remembered, and let me know when he got the Arkells in.  In fact he had both Laundry Pile (2023) and Rally Cry (2018) on CD.  Rally Cry wasn’t even on their website.

I want to take it slow with this band.  Buying too much at once is overwhelming.  I feel like I haven’t properly absorbed Blink Once yet, though Campfire Chords is basically an unplugged “greatest hits” album.  However, I am ready to shuffle Laundry Pile and Rally Cry into the mix.  From what I have heard so far, Laundry Pile is softer and more acoustic.

Both albums are just 10 tracks, which I like.  That’s a nice comfortable number of songs for one sitting.

Now I just need two Arkells albums, CD preferred.  I need their 2008 debut Jackson Square, and last year’s Blink Twice.  I’m not sure what to expect.  The Arkells were much more of a rock band back in the Jackson Square days, and pivotal member Tony Carrone (keyboards) had yet to join the band.  That’s not a knock against the original keyboardist Dan Griffin, but more a comment on how much Carrone has contributed over many albums.  From what I have heard, Blink Twice is the most pop Arkells album to date, with lots of guest appearances from artists I have never heard of.  I am wary, but I’ve come too far to turn back now.  (I also need some singles, EPs, and compilations, but my albums collection is nearing completion.)

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is this.  It’s very simple.

Thank you Chris at Encore Records in Kitchener, for your help.  Jen was having lunch across the street from Encore this afternoon, and she was able to scoop up Rally Cry and Laundry Pile with ease, and at great prices.  All while using our ION train and supporting local businesses.

Encore has never let me down.  Whether it be Chris, Mark, Al, or, rest in peace Christine, they’ve never let me down.

Well, only once.

Way back in the summer of ’99, I bought a Japanese CD of Joe Satriani’s The Extremist, and Mark put a domestic disc in the Japanese case.

But he also hand-delivered a Metallica box set to my house, so we don’t care about such things!

I look forward to visiting Encore this winter, using that handy train to get downtown with no fuss or muss.  Maybe they’ll have Blink Twice or Jackson Square in stock.  Who knows what I will find?  Their selection of used CDs always offers a surprise or two, sometimes even a new release.  Encore will keep the music rocking and rolling for us this winter.

 

 

 

#1087: View From the Front

RECORD STORE TALES #1087: View From the Front

Although our back porch at the cottage is arguably nicer and more comfortable, the front has its advantages.  What it lacks in privacy, it makes up for in a huge front awning that has protected me from in in every storm, and even broadcast Grab A Stack of Rock in the rain.  It has the best view, with the bright blue of Lake Huron peeking through the trees, right in my eyeline, no matter what I’m doing.

But I’ve always had a preference for the front, even at home when I was a kid.  Despite the privacy of the back, I was usually playing in the front.  I always wished I had a bedroom with a front window.  The back didn’t give me much to look at when I stared out the window.  Which I did a lot.

Was I trying to see, or be seen?

Like my dad, I always have this sense of…keeping watch?  If I hear a loud motor coming down the road, I usually look.   We used to make fun of my dad for this, but I have become my dad.

I have a sense that I’m partly keeping an eye out, but am I also intentionally making myself visible?

Back then in my youth, I’d be playing Lego in the front yard.  Then, G.I. Joe and Star Wars.  The grass and twigs were great for fort building.

Later, it would be ghetto blasters, guitars and music.  A lot it would happen on the front patio.

I’m a shy guy by nature and I prefer to let neighbors walk by as I focus on whatever I happen to be focusing on.  Sometimes writing, sometimes listening, sometimes just watching cartoons.  I like to play the music at a decent volume, and yes, you can usually hear it from the road.  (Sorry.)  So why do I draw this attention to myself?

I think there’s a part of me who still thinks, “Hey look at me, listening to 80s Styx on the front porch like a bad ass,” even at age 51.

I don’t know what to think about that.

 

#1086: Seven Tales for Seven Photos

RECORD STORE TALES #1086: Seven Tales for Seven Photos

Instead of one new Record Store Tale, today I present seven mini-stories!  With photo accompaniment.

#1087 A:  Canadian Redneck

Found this guy on my Facebook one morning.  No idea who he is.  Looks kind of familiar.  “Hey ya’ll!” he said, apparently on his vacation.  “Take a vacation from yourselves once in a while!” he said.  Should I be taking advice from this guy?  Something tells me no, but something also tells me yes….

I’ll give this guy credit for one thing, whoever he is:  great hair.  That’s a classic style he’s sporting there.

#1087 B:  A Couple Turkeys

Fall has arrived and it’s turkey season.  I snapped this selfie up at The Beef Way, north of Kincardine Ontario.

Regular readers here know we take food very seriously.  We had some bad luck earlier at a Kitchener store called Robert’s Boxed Meats.  I am here to tell you that we will never shop at Robert’s Boxed Meats ever again.  Twice he sold us spoiled beef, and the last time was an expensive tomahawk steak.

The Beef Way sold us three freshly butchered tomahawks this summer, not to mention some T-bones, porterhouses and ribeyes.  He also sold us the best bacon I’ve ever had in my life, some amazing “fry-pies”, and condiments & jams.  It is a shame the Beef Way is so far from home, but we won’t be wasting any more dollars at Robert’s Boxed Meats.  Which is a shame, since Robert’s is the only place within 100 kilometers that sells A5 Waygu steaks.  Just not worth the risk.  Don’t be a turkey; don’t buy from Robert’s.  One pack of spoiled meat is an isolated incident.  Two is a problem.  You have been warned.

#1087 C:  Jen is Joining Tee Bone Man!

Harrison has created a prototype Jen figure for the Adventures of Tee Bone Man!  But this is not her final form, and we have her own Jen In Space spinoff planned.  I have purchased a number of different hair pieces and hats for Jen as she ventures into space on board the Galaxy Explorer.

You will just have to keep reading Tee Bone Man to see how she fits into the story.  Though she has been mentioned in the past, a few people asked me “Why is Jen not in the Tee Bone Man stories?”  The truth is there isn’t a good reason, aside from the fact that we don’t write together very well.  We never have.  We tried to write our own Trailer Park Boys fan fiction when we first met, and we immediately realized we do not collaborate well with the written word.  At all.  We’re better off creatively with me writing and her knitting!

However, this winter we’re going to start integrating her character into the story — wish us luck!

#1087 D:  If It’s Too Loud Then You’re Too Old

The porch is my happy place.  Music sounds better out there in the great green open!  And I play it loud.  It’s easy to forget how easily sounds carry at the lake.  You’d think the trees would act as a sound baffle, preventing the music from carrying.  You’d be wrong!

Maybe it’s the lack of city background noise, but if I am cranking it really loud, you can hear the tunes almost all the way down at the beach.  At normal volume, passers by can hear it from the road.

And they know I’m playing music way cooler than they are!

A few weeks ago, a couple kids were biking down the road with some kind of speaker on their bikes.  They were blasting “Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue.

“GOOD SONG!” said one kid to the other.

I just laughed, and remembered being told to turn that song down when I was their age, about 34 years ago!

 

1087 E:  Green Lamborghini

Driving home from the cottage on October 1, I snapped a photo at a stoplight.  I know, I know.  You’re not supposed to handle your phone at any time in a car, even a stoplight.  But I could not resist this beauty.  Two kids crossing the road filmed this car as it sat low to the ground, ready to rip.

He did not “rip” though; he drove the speed limit the whole way, even on Highway 8, which surprised us.

It was a pleasant drive home, with only one guy zipping in and out of passing cars, and it wasn’t this guy.  It was some guy whose car sounded like a weedwhacker when he gunned it.  Lambo Man just kept going the speed limit.

Good going, Lambo Man!

1087 F:  A Penny For Your Thoughts

I just found these coins in my music room:  one of each major denomination of Canadian coinage.

#1087 G:  The Face of Terror

Ah, childhood photos.  Always good for a laugh…or pure horror!

My parents took me to meet “celebrities” a couple times.  Once was David Prowse, dressed as Darth Vader.   He even signed his autograph as “Darth Vader”.  That terrified me…but just look at Bert and Ernie here!

I may be smiling, but I was terrified and did not want to be there.  Bert was tickling me.  I was not amused!  I wanted the hell out of there!

Somewhere out there is a guy who used to dress as Bert and tickle kids to get them to smile.

Parents, never do this to your kids!  They will only post the photo to shame you down the road!

 

 

 

#1085: Designated Driver

By the request of Holen.  A sequel to #438:  Drunken Record Store Shenanigans

 

RECORD STORE TALES #1085: Designated Driver

Once in a while, there would come a night when I was out with the wrong (or right!) influences.  Perhaps I wasn’t driving that night, and had a few rum and Cokes.  Captain Morgan’s spiced rum when available, Bacardi only when without options.  These were the rules!  One night I was drinking Caesars at a home party, and it was the last time touched Vodka in two whole decades.  I felt absolutely shit the next morning, like never before!  At that point, I really started to cut down on the drinking.  Now, I might have a beer once every couple years, only socially.  I drink a Caesar once a year on the front porch of the cottage.  It puts me straight to sleep.

In the Record Store days, I was usually the designated driver.  I was fine with that.  I didn’t mind being around intoxicated people.  I was easily entertained by their shenanigans, and I have the memories today to tell the stories.

One year, probably 1998, there was a house party at the Boss’ place.  He had a great back yard for parties.  I usually supplied the boom box.  There would be food, drink, and a couple of the guys would sneak behind the garage to smoke some weed.  One year, Dave “Homer” Holmes brought a couch, and why not?  Dare I say, why not.  The couch was the place to be that year.

1998’s party was the bomb as usual, but I couldn’t stay the whole night this time.  I was heading to the cottage very early the next morning with a friend.  I wasn’t willing to bend on that.  When you only have the cottage for a day and a half, you want to get there before lunch, that’s for sure.  So I made it clear, from the start, to my three passengers:  I am leaving at such-and-such a time.  (I can’t remember exactly, but let’s say 11:00 PM.)  I had a long drive ahead of me the next morning, I explained.  “Are you OK with this?” I asked.  “This means you’ll have to get a ride home with someone else, or leave with me at 11.  Got it?”  Everyone affirmative.  Getting a ride home with someone else wasn’t usually difficult, but if not, you know what?  Taxis and busses.  Either way:  I’m leaving at 11.

The only passenger whom I didn’t know well was the girlfriend of one of my friends.  She seemed OK to me.  I can’t remember her name.  Let’s call her Jane.  She had always been nice to me up to this point.  I’m sure you can guess that when the clock struck 11, she was the one who became a problem.

“Oh just stay another hour…it’s a great party!  Just stay,” she cajoled.  “Just another hour.  One more hour.”

OK.  One more hour.  I enjoyed myself as much as I could, but I was already concerned that one hour would turn into two, into three…

I’ll let you guess what happened next.

At midnight, I announced I was leaving, and if anyone wanted a ride, now was the time.  Jane was irritated by this.  “Why are you ruining this party?  We’re all having a good time, why do you want to ruin it?”

I could not believe what I was hearing.   I went to talk to my two friends alone.  “What the hell guys?  She’s treating me like a piece of shit, and you all knew I was leaving early!”  They were no use.  “Oh that’s just her.”

Needless to say, I wasn’t staying a minute longer.  I drove home, alone.

She broke up with my friend a few weeks later.  And that’s the end of her chapter!

 

 

#1084: Ghost’s No Cell-Phone Zone

RECORD STORE TALES #1084: Ghost’s No Cell-Phone Zone

Those of us over a certain age, don’t we all long for the old days?  Wouldn’t it be nice to see an arena full of cigarette lighters instead of cell phones for a change?  Ozzy used to scream to the audience:  “Let me see your cigarette lighters!”  Does anyone ever command an audience to raise their cell phones?

I kid, of course.  The real issue is that some bands today, such as Ghost, don’t want to see a show being filmed and uploaded to YouTube.  I get it.  Bootlegging is far more ubiquitous than it was when I was in my 20s.  Back then, if you had the balls, you could try to a record a show yourself, like my sister’s friend did with the Barenaked Ladies in the 90s with a mono microcassette recorder.  They were able to get a few unreleased BNL cult classics on tape that way.  It sounded like shit, but they had it.  It was easy to sneak in the tape recorder, but you had to flip the tape and make sure you had fresh batteries in there.  Not to mention, you had to actually own a small tape recorder, which not everyone did!  Today virtually everyone has a cell phone, and virtually every cell phone has a hi-def camera built in.  You can even record in stereo on some.

Presumably for this reason, Ghost have initiated a No Cell-Phone Zone at their concerts.

The comments on this news were predictable.  “I have no problem with this,” said one troll, “since I have no desire to see Ghost.”

What about someone like me?  I am a full-time caregiver.  My wife has uncontrolled epilepsy and would not be at a concert of any kind with me.  I get a call, I leave.  That’s it.  I need my phone.

Here’s how it works.

Upon entry, your phone will be placed in a Yondr pouch, and locked.  You take the pouch and phone with you, pocket it, and enjoy the show.  After the show, you can unlock the pouch at an unlocking station.  How many of these are available, and where they are exactly, is not clear from the Ghost press release.  As long as these are plentiful and easy to access, this situation is not too bad.

If I got an emergency call mid-show, I could feel the vibrations, but I would not be able to answer.  However I would be able to step out, unlock my phone, and call back.

If the call turned out to be another air-duct cleaning company, or another scam, I would be pissed off that I exited the show to check my phone.  I wouldn’t have a choice.  If it rings, it could be an emergency.  That’s just my life.  That’s just how my life works and has worked for 15 years.

Although this scheme is something that seems new and therefore scary and threatening, it does seem to be workable.  You can feel your phone vibrate through the pouch, and still know your phone is getting a call.  What happens after that is up to you.  In my case, I would need to know what it was, and chances are, I’ll miss a song because of some stupid scam call.  In most cases, people will not check their phones at all, and just keep enjoying the show.

No cell phones waving in the air in front of you.  It doesn’t seem so bad.

The main factors are two:  the unlocking stations must be numerous, and easy to access.  Otherwise I’d have problems with this plan.

I’m cautiously on Ghost’s side with this one.  It will be interesting to see which bands adopt this, and who are opposed.

Could be interesting!

#1083: The Helicopter Video (The Great Record Album Collection)

RECORD STORE TALES #1083: The Helicopter Video (The Great Record Album Collection)

1983/84.

Music videos were just starting to happen when I was a kid. There wasn’t a MuchMusic yet, but there were a few ways to catch music videos on your Canadian TV sets. One was Toronto Rocks out of channel 7, City TV. Another was a show called The Great Record Album Collection, which we saw out of WNED TV in Buffalo NY.  Channel 29!

I don’t remember much of this show. I recall seeing Quiet Riot, but there was one video I saw twice that I cannot identify.

If you can help me find out the name of the band and song, it would be a great help.

Here’s what I can recall:

I remember seeing a music video with a three-piece band.  We have to assume it was a new wave band based on the year.  It was not the Police.  In the video, I recall there was a helicopter.  It had red in it.  I think it was a remote control model ‘copter, and at the end of the song, the ‘copter crashed and/or blew up.  That’s all I can remember.  The band was playing on a black stage as I remember, intercut with occasional shots of this helicopter.

I was transitioning from childhood into adolescence.  It was important to like music, and not just John Williams symphonies.  I thought “These guys are cool.  I like them.”  But I only saw them twice and never again.

Ideas?  Post a YouTube link to a video in the comments.

#1082: Happy 15th Anniversary to US!

I’ve often said that the best day of my life was August 31, 2008.

While that was a truly awesome day, was it actually the best?

I think every day since has been pretty special.  The fact that I found my one and only, and grown deeper in love since, is a pretty cool thing.  We’ve survived everything thrown at us so far.  Death, illness, and all manners of stress have not taken us down. Broken bones, bruised faces, and bad bad days.  There were mornings I felt like I could not go on.  She picked me up, and we just kept going.

When we met, all was hunky dory.  Well, not quite…I was miserable in my dead-end job at the Record Store, but we had no health challenges to speak of.  We were dating (sort of) long distance, with her in Brampton and me in Kitchener.  I picked her up in Brampton on a lot of Friday nights.  She took the train home on Monday mornings.  For three years!  We made it work.  Our families got along.  Four months after we met, and with her support, I finally quit that terrible job.  I have not regretted it for one moment.  I have said it before, but I don’t know if I would have had the confidence to quit if not for Jen.

We knew it was just a matter of time before we had to make it official.  We got engaged.  With six months to go before the wedding, I started noticing signs that something was wrong.  Jen and I loved played Nintendo Wii, and she was very competitive.  So was I!  When I noticed her spacing out during one of her favourite games, and having no memory of the previous few minutes, I knew it was time to call the doctor.  Jen, being the stubborn girl that I love, didn’t want to go, so I called her mom and dad.  She was diagnosed with epilepsy, which is what I had suspected.

So say this illness has changed our lives would be an understatement.  It would be safe to say that epilepsy has impacted every single aspect of our lives.

It’s only made us stronger, smarter, and more devoted.  Maybe we can’t go on movie dates like other couples, and sometimes the days get terribly stressful.  But here we are.  As committed as we were in that church, on that day in 2008.

I love my Jen.  Here’s to us!

#1081: Have I Ever Really Enjoyed A Concert?

With the Dead Daisies having just played here, and Sven Gali coming this fall, this seems like a timely posting for today.

RECORD STORE TALES #1081: Have I Ever Really Enjoyed A Concert?

A few years ago, I outed myself as someone who suffers from high anxiety in public places.  That wasn’t easy for me.  I had this reputation as this cool music guy, but contrary to that image, my concert resume was light.  People did wonder why there were bands I loved, like Iron Maiden and Judas Priest, that I had never seen live.  I won a ton of concert tickets from the radio, Kiss, I Mother Earth, Billion Dollar Babies, and lots more.  Yet at those shows, I wasn’t anywhere to be seen.  Why?

I’ve avoided a lot of events over the years, big and small, just because that anxiety makes it really hard to actually push myself out the door.  I’ve paid for tickets…many tickets…and never attended.  The money wasted is one thing, and missing the event is the other.  I blew my chance to meet Sean Kelly and Andy Curran at a Coney Hatch show in Waterloo.  Sean even promised me.  I blew it.  Couldn’t do it.  Too anxious.  Small room, lots of bodies.  So uncomfortable, being conscious of every human surrounding me, and trying to maintain a small amount of personal space.  Keeping my limbs tight to my body.  Feet firmly planted on the ground.  That’s what a concert feels like to me.

How can you enjoy a concert when your whole body is on red alert?  I can ignore it somewhat, but it’s always there, clawing away at the back of my brain.  My eyes dart from one side of the room to the other, as I battle the feeling of imminent panic.  Always tickling my nerves, asking me if I’m truly comfortable?

I’m not.

In concerts, my mind wanders.  How many more songs?  Will that guy with the beer spill it on me?  What about the guy pounding his fists behind me?  Will he lose track of his personal space and make contact?  What about that girl in front?  She’s so tall, I can’t see the drummer, but if I move, I might lose sight of my friends.  Those kinds of thoughts.  Seated shows are not as bad, but there’s still the usual anxiety before and after.  Standing in a line close to other people.  Exiting the venue with the mob.

Can you truly enjoy and lose yourself at a show when these kinds of anxieties are always gnawing away at the mind and stomach?  I have a hard time.  I have a hard time feeling comfortable.

I can think of a couple times when I truly did enjoy myself.  Small shows.  Familiar venue.  Lots of friendly faces in the crowd that I knew from work.  Feeling more like home.

Scratching Post was a band I saw twice under circumstances like this.  They were great!  I shouted and screamed and rocked!  They were at a small room called the Banke, which no longer exists.  I had been there a number of times to see friends’ bands.  It felt like all the usual faces were there; welcoming and inviting faces that allowed me to drop my fears and anxieties.  I lost myself in those shows at the Banke, with those people.  I truly enjoyed those concerts.

Another example was Brent Doerner’s Decibel at another small venue.  Jen and I had a table (hardly any seizures back then) and the band knew us.  Their manager came up and introduced himself.  I felt like a guest of honour in some ways.  That was a show I thoroughly enjoyed.

I didn’t feel that way at Rush in 2008.  Jen had a fall down some stairs and I just wanted to go home.  We left during the intermission.  We never caught the second half of the show.  Too many people, too much of a crush, and I was not enjoying myself at all.  I could not wait to get the hell out of there and get home.  I was always checking on Jen to make sure she was safe.  It wasn’t a good vibe.  The tickets were a wedding gift from her.

So, have I ever really enjoyed a concert?  A few.  Small ones, more like parties with friends than concerts.  Sadly, I think that euphoric concert experience of losing oneself in the music and the atmosphere is one that is totally lost on me.

 

 

#1080: S.A.D. Origins

RECORD STORE TALES #1080: S.A.D. Origins

As long as I can remember, I’ve hated winter, and craved the warm rays of summer.  My dominant genes are Mediterranean.  My not-so-distant ancestors made their living on the balmy coasts of Sicily, and Amalfi before that.  I was never cut out for the cold months.

I took hockey lessons as a kid.  I hated putting on those uncomfortable skates and all that cold-weather gear.  “Why do I have to take hockey lessons, mom?”

“Every good Canadian boy should know how to skate,” she answered.

Why?  Why couldn’t I just stay indoors where it was warm and I didn’t have to bundle up in three layers to go outside?  Hockey lessons never appealed, and to this day, I can’t really skate.  I mean, I can go forward…I can turn…but I can’t stop.  So, I can’t really skate.  Do I care?  No.  It’s been 27 years since I was last on skates.  More than half my life ago.

I can’t ski.  I can’t even get on the chairlift properly.  I haven’t been on skis since…1986 maybe?  No interest whatsoever.  We would build snowforts and take toboggans downhill, but I would much rather it be warm outside, riding my bike and playing in the sun.  The winter was always wet and messy.

My earliest memory of seasonal affective disorder was studying a globe with my dad as a kid.  I’ve long been obsessed with maps.  I’d study maps until the cows came home.  This time, we were looking at a globe.  He was explaining how the analemma on the globe worked: that figure-eight line that tracked the movement of the sun over the 12 months of the year.  The line can be traced by finding the position of the Sun as viewed from the same position on Earth at the same time every day.  In the winter, the sun can be found travelling the line in the southern hemisphere on our globe, but my dad explained, once December 21 came and went, the sun would be making its way back north again.  I would look at the globe and find the date on the analemma.  It sure made it feel like summer was coming, to see it translated into mere centimeters on a globe.

It’s quite remarkable that I was feeling those feelings as a kid.  Not even 10 years old yet?  Counting the days until the sun was back in the northern hemisphere.  To the days when I shed my outer skin of parkas and boots, and went back down to a T-shirt and shorts, basking in the comfort of the Canadian summer.  Seasonal affective disorder has been with me at least that long.

Another memory:  winter time, putting on my layers to go outside.  By the time all the layers were on, I didn’t want to go outside anymore.  My parents really struggled with trying to keep me active in the winter.  I wished I could have hibernated through it all.

I wonder if the added component here was school?  I hated school.  I hated the bullies.  The summer represented time away from all of that.  I wonder how much that fed into my seasonal affective disorder?

I guess that’s something I can explore with my mental health team this winter, as I try new strategies to stave off the S.A.D.ness.  We have some tentative plans and vitamin D is on the menu.  Let’s make the most of it.

Wish me luck.

 

#1079: How To Take the Weekend Off Guilt-Free

RECORD STORE TALES #1079: How To Take the Weekend Off Guilt-Free

Out of necessity, I’ve leaned back into live streaming hard this summer.  It was survival and I have to thank Jex Russell and Harrison Kopp for helping me make this happen.  Jex was there for me when all plans went out the window and along with Mr. Kopp and an array of awesome friends, we have managed to put out some of the best shows, and most popular to date.  The Canada Day show was a raging success.

I’ve also been busy recording projects behind the scenes some of which haven’t even been released yet.  I did a couple with Tim’s Vinyl Confessions, one with Grant’s Rock Warehaus. and one with Rock Daydream Nation, among other projects.  It’ll be cool for me to watch these as they finally drop, as we had good times talking controversial rock topics!

In order to enjoy what’s left of summer, and some earned time off, there will be no Grab A Stack of Rock tonight.  In fact, for the remainder of the season, if I’m at the cottage there won’t be a night show.  The sun is setting earlier, and there’s no wasting daylight around here.  And so, we’re taking this weekend off guilt-free.

It’s not easy, but sometimes in work, in life, and even in friendships, you have to prioritise yourself.   That’s OK; and you have to tell yourself that’s OK.  Get all your work stuff together so all your responsibilities are taken care of.  Make sure you’re good to go.  And then go!

There’s only so much time left before the leaves start changing, and this time, I’m going into autumn with a new attitude and new strategies.  No more making my plans around other people.  This time it’s about me – guilt free.