Sunday Chuckle

Sunday Chuckle: Noisy Neighbors

People are complaining about the noise coming from the party people in 316.  Looks like they had a good time again last night!

Sunday Chuckle Screening: Idiot Burns $100 of Statues Before Googling

Like the title says.

These statues haunted my nightmares as a kid.  My parents left them in the firewood to burn.  I took the nightmare fuel and burned them.  Then Facebook informed me of their value.

 

Sunday Chuckle: Buble Bieber

I love my grandma and for age 96, she’s pretty sharp.  We were over visiting the other day, watching the Blue Jays.  We were chatting away, and then she changed the subject to current events and popular culture.

“Did you hear about that Michael Buble?” she asked us.

“No…what happened to Michael Buble?” I replied.  I hadn’t heard anything good or bad.

“There’s something wrong with his face,” she answered.

It took me a minute.  Then I realized OH!  She means Justin Bieber!  Yes, Bieber is ill; it’s quite horrible actually.  It’s called Ramsay Hunt syndrome and half his face is paralyzed.  So we corrected grandma and moved on.

Still, 96 years old, she knew Buble and Bieber were both Canadian singers…so not bad, I’ll give her 1/2 a point!

Sunday Chuckle: I said I wouldn’t do it, but I did it.

Foreshadowing.  Def Leppard review series.

Who do you think you are, Benjamin Franklin? (Sunday Chuckle)

Yesterday around noon, some tornado-force winds ripped through town with a healthy dose of rain.  All told, I read that 38 hydro poles went down along with numerous trees.  It took about seven hours to restore power to where I live.

Some areas still had electricity, so Jen and I went out looking for a place to get lunch.  Lots of intersections with no power to the lights.  We drove past a Tim Horton’s with no electricity.  The three employees were our in parking lot with brooms clearing debris, and had pylons blocking the drive-through.  Yet in our brief time driving past, three cars drove into the Horton’s looking for coffee.  As if Tim Horton’s have their own nuclear power generator in the basement, or like the customers could magically turn on the power for them.  The girls with the brooms just stared incredulously at the numbskulls who thought that this was the one business on the whole street with power!

Sunday Chuckle: Tee Bone Needs an Intervention

The other night, Tee Bone was making the artwork for next week’s LeBrain Train episode, Top 5 Ballads.  I asked if he could add in a picture of me playing acoustic guitar.  It started there, turned into “me recording my acoustic ballad album on the beach”, and it simply grew and grew!

Can you name them all?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday Chuckle: My Favourite Picture of Uncle Don Don

1975.  My Uncle Don Don had amazing hair.  Naturally red and with curls, and for a while my hair was similar but never as cool.  But what I really love about this photo is the checkered bellbottoms.  For that reason alone, this has been my favourite picture of Uncle Don Don for as long as I can remember.  You knew he was a rocker just by looking at him!

 

Sunday Chuckle: Destroyer

This one was sent in by James Kalyn of the KMA.  Marketing genius.  Since 67% of US households owns pets, it stands to reason that 67% or more of Kiss fans also own pets?  (Probably cats.)

If I owned a pet, you can bet I’d have this “Piss Destroyer” at standby for any carpet emergencies!

 

 

Sunday Chuckle Screening: Styx – “Love is the Ritual” (1990)

In 1990, Styx reunited — but without Tommy Shaw. Busy with Damn Yankees, Shaw would have to be replaced. And, let’s face it, it always seemed like most of the Styx friction was between Tommy Shaw and Dennis DeYoung. Needing someone to fill Tommy’s “Shooz”, they recruited young singer/songwriter/guitarist Glen Burtnik.

The DeYoung/Young/Burtnik/Panozzo/Panozzo lineup produced one album, Edge of the Century. It was heralded by lead single “Love is the Ritual”, a decidedly un-Styx-like attempt to break into the 1990 rock market after a seven year absence.

You could mistake it for Winger. With Burtnik front and center, Styx take a back seat in their own music video. Dennis is rarely seen, only needed when there’s a “Hey!” backing vocal.  Glen fronts the band with microphone in hand — no guitar. If ever there was a music video built to appeal to the young while trying to hide the age or identity of the band, it is “Love is the Ritual”. The clip is padded out with shots of women and a Fabio-like dude. Truly an awful video, and an embarrassing attempt to grab the brass ring one more time.

Sunday Chuckle: Patio Lanterns

There’s a guy, at work, Jeff Taylor.  Younger guy but eager enough to listen to me talk about my music. I was yammering about Kim Mitchell when he said “‘Patio Lanterns’, what’s that about? Swingers?”

I stared a minute and said “It’s about a gradeschool backyard patio party, where the hell did you get ‘swinging’ from? They’re drinking lemonade, man.”

“It could be hard lemonade,” he answered.

I wouldn’t let this go. “But seriously? Where are you getting swinging out of ‘Patio Lanterns’?”

“‘Who would be the first to kiss?'” he quoted back at me.

Sigh. Can’t argue with that, I guess.

Our house had the biggest patio
Our house had all the summer shade
We had patio lanterns
I’d spend half the night making lemonade
Which we drank a lot
‘Cause we were all so shy
Shy and nervous

Who was gonna be
Who would be the first to dance
Who was gonna be
Who would be the first to kiss
Under those patio lanterns

Those patio lanterns
They were the stars in the sky
Those patio lanterns
Lighting up our lives
Those patio lanterns
They were the stars in the sky
Those patio lanterns
Lighting up our lives
Under those patio lanterns

And I was stuck on Joy
(That was her name)
We didn’t talk much
She was a nervous girl
I was a nervous boy
We stuck together like glue on glue
Dancing to an old song
Bobby Vinton’s “Blue on Blue”
Heartache on heartache

Who was gonna be
Who would be the first to dance
Who was gonna be
Who would be the first to kiss
Under those patio lanterns

Those patio lanterns
They were the stars in the sky
Those patio lanterns
Lighting up our lives
Those patio lanterns
They were the stars in the sky
Those patio lanterns
Lighting up our lives
Under those patio lanterns