Merry Rockin’ Christmas: Our Top Five Favourite Christmas Tunes & More on Grab A Stack of Rock

GRAB A STACK OF ROCK With Mike and the Mad Metal Man

Episode 44:  Our Top Five Favourite Christmas Tunes

Are you ready for Christmas?  If not, our cast of characters will provide for you the Top Five best Christmas songs that you need to play this year.  We searched far and wide for the best of the best of the best, so please welcome our crew this week:

  • Special guest co-host:  Tim Durling of Tim’s Vinyl Confessions!  We will also be unboxing his latest book, Down For the Count, all about Y&T…who never recorded a Christmas song to my knowledge!
  • Peter Kerr of Rock Daydream Nation
  • John Clauser of My Music Corner
  • John the Music Nut, Clauser’s co-captain and first timer on Grab A Stack of Rock
  • Metal Roger

There will also be surprises afoot!

Grab your egg nog and get ready to party with us.  We’ll bring you a jolly good time tonight.

LIVE Friday Dec 15 at 7:00 P.M. E.S.T. / 8:00 P.M. Atlantic.   Enjoy on YouTube or on Facebook!

#1101: In The Mix – An Uncle Paul Story

RECORD STORE TALES #1101: In The Mix – An Uncle Paul Story

At the dawn of the new millenium, technology was on the move!  I now had a CD burner on the family PC, and had just discovered this new thing called “Limewire“!  I was just starting to download all sorts of rare music, from out-of-print songs to live performances.  I had burned my first mix CD and was just starting to dip my toes into this new world, when Uncle Paul and Aunt Maria came over to visit one Sunday afternoon.

I was eager to show Uncle Paul what I could now do with a computer and an internet connection.  Making a custom CD was such a revelation back then.  It seems mundane now, but it truly was new and exciting in the year 2000.  For Uncle Paul, the wheels in his head started turning.

“Can you make me a CD?” he asked.  “With anything I want on it?”

“I can try!” I responded.  “What songs do you want?  Make a list…”

He only wanted two songs.  I wish I could remember what they were.  I know they were both car songs.  That’s all I can remember.  Two classic car songs from the golden age of rock and roll.

I searched for the two songs on Limewire, found decent copies, and began downloading.

“You still have about 70 minutes of blank space on this CD, what do you want to fill it up with?” I asked him.  I hated wasting valuable blank CD real estate.  Once you burned a CD, that was it.  You couldn’t go back and add to it.

“Can you repeat each song, twice?” he asked.

“Sure can.  But you’ll still have over an hour of blank space on the CD.”

“That’s OK,” he said.  “I just want each song, twice.  That’s all I need.”

“Really?  I can repeat them as many times as you want until the CD is full.  If you want me to,” I said, trying to convince him.

“Twice each is fine.  Can you do that?”  That’s all he wanted!

One the songs were downloaded, I started up the burning software.  Track 1…song 1.  Track 2…song 1 again!  Track 3, song 2, and track 4, song 2.  That was it.  It burned in no time, and we tested it.

“Thank you Michael!  This is exactly what I wanted.”

You’re welcome Uncle Paul.  A simple request that provided all the entertainment he needed.  A happy man, and a happy nephew to have done this one small thing for him, that he appreciated far more than it warranted.  He was a good uncle.

REVIEW: Elf – Carolina County Ball (1974)

ELF – Carolina County Ball (1974 Line Records)

Before the Rainbow there was Elf.  It was basically the same band – Ronnie James Dio on lead vocals, Mickey Lee Soule on keys, Gary Driscoll on drums, and Craig Gruber on bass.  The one and only difference was Steve Edwards on guitar, who would have no place when Richie Blackmore came knocking a year later.  Their second album, Carolina County Ball, was produced by Deep Purple’s Roger Glover.  It’s fair to say that Dio hadn’t found his niche yet.  With Mickey Lee Soule, Ronnie co-wrote every song, but was seeking a bouncier Guess Who direction at this point in time.

It sounds like Mardi Gras on the opening title track, with clarinets, trombones and trumpets accompanying the band on this “boogie-woogie Friday night”.  Soule shines, ticking the keys with delicate intent.  Heavy metal, this is not not!  Not even close.  There’s a guitar solo but it’s a secondary feature.  Only at the end does the song pick up the pace.  It’s actually a great tune, but anyone expecting dungeons and dragons had better head back to their gamesmaster for a new dice roll.  Expect boogie.

“L.A. 59” opens like an old bar room, with a piano taking up all the space.  The opening figure sounds like it’s emulating a train, which is probably a good guess.  “Get me back to L.A., 59!” sings Ronnie, sounding a bit more like the mighty mite he would become.  “Hello, hello sunshine!”  Upbeat, with the guitar taking up more of the song this time.  A great upbeat tune to start your day.

A little bit of a funky swing emerges on “Ain’t It All Amusing”, demonstrating the talents of the rhythm section in particular.  Driscoll was no slouch and Gruber had no issue filling the bottom end with interesting vibes.  This fun song really is about rhythm with a pinch of funk.  It sounds a lot like Deep Purple Mk I, especially with the long percussion break that ends it.

“Happy”, which is ironically anything but, is a bit filler-ish.  It’s Elf playing in a smokey nightclub and it’s all a bit repetitive.  “Annie New Orleans” picks it up, with another Elf piano boogie-woogie.  Whitesnake have also done songs of this nature in their early days.  Then the awkwardly titled “Rocking Chair Rock ‘N’ Roll Blues”, which is a ballad more or less.  It boasts a nice guitar solo and a laid back sound, but it’s going to have some reaching for the skip button.  They shouldn’t, because three minutes in, a new riff arrives and transforms the song into another rockin’ boogie-woogie.  Listen for some of Driscoll’s fun cowbell work on the back end too.

The one title that grabs everyone’s eye is “Rainbow”.  Don’t get too excited.  It doesn’t sound anything like Blackmore’s Rainbow; more like a a third rate tribute to The Band.  The boogie-woogie is starting to wear a little thin, and same-samey now.  “Do the Same Thing” is more like it.  It sounds like a prototype to Rainbow’s “If You Don’t Like Rock ‘N’ Roll”.  This allows the players to shine a bit more.

The album goes out on a cringey ballad called “Blanche”, with Dio singing about “Rainy days, rainy days” in a voice quite unlike the power he would later master.  This is little more than a silly album outro; nothing to be taken seriously.

Every album and every band will have its defenders, but Elf was the least of Dio’s four main bands over the decades (counting Black Sabbath and Heaven and Hell as one band).  Carolina County Ball lacks focus, and Glover doesn’t provide any punch in the stale production.  The album rests on the songs and performances alone.  Fortunately the band could play, though they seemed uncertain about who they wanted to be.

3/5 stars

 

REVIEW: Evil Elvis – Undead Or Alive (2015)

EVIL ELVIS – Undead Or Alive (2015)

This CD, Undead or Alive, is my first exposure to Evil Elvis.  I was aware of singer K.C. since the 90s, from his band Blackglama who were featured on Raw M.E.A.T Vol 1.  Unsure what to expect, I was delighted to find this album is both hard to describe, and excellent!  They call it psychobilly, and I get it.  It has elements of that familiar rockabilly sound, but there’s way more going on here.  It’s hard to distil down into words, but here we go.

Surprise #1:  Lush and vibrant backing vocals.  I expected something way more ragged, but these guys are all singing in complementary harmony.  Really well produced too.

Surprise #2:  Just how flat-out catchy each and every song is.

Surprise #3:  Singer K.C. has only gotten better in the three decades since I first heard him.

Perfect example, I love when he screams “GO!” on opener “The Dead Are Walking”.  This timeless ode to zombies has some nice theremin-like sounds, and a breakneck beat.  Even faster, “My Evil” has tasty organ over a shuffle beat.  If it had horns, it could have been the Bosstones.  K.C. is a commanding singer, throttling through several voices in just the opening verse alone.  Sometimes he’s like Elvis (obviously), but he seamlessly goes to a growl next, and then back again.  Then he’s in a Tom Waits rasp like on “Apocalypse”, one of the catchiest songs about zombies I’ve heard to date.  “Adrenaline pumping fear and lust, we’re hellbound to fight these zombie fucks!”  But the chorus!…top quality.  “Bodies piled to the sky, I want yours next to mine!”  Love it.

Each song has a slightly different direction, but all of them contain hooks galore, fast beats, and great singing from K.C.  Example:  “Backseat Love” is a duet with Sarah Beth for variety.  This album no shortage of variety, even within the confines of its psychobilly direction.  Each song has its own flavour, sometimes drawing from the wells of other genres, such as heavy metal, on bonus track “Sick of this Shit”.

Tremendously fun album, expertly executed for high voltage kicks.  Recommended.

4/5 stars

 

REVIEW: Arkells – “The Last Christmas (We Ever Spend Apart)” / “Pub Crawl” (2021 iTunes single)

ARKELLS “The Last Christmas (We Ever Spend Apart)” / “Pub Crawl” (2021 single)

I usually prefer an original Christmas song to a traditional one.  We’ve all heard those standards a million times.  How about something new?  For Christmas of ’21, the Arkells put out a single with two originals:  “The Last Christmas (We Ever Spend Apart)” and fan favourite “Pub Crawl” (from 2020).

The Christmas tune doesn’t particular sound like a Christmas tune.  It sounds like an Arkells song.  The synth strings and Beatles-y guitar solo dominate the music.  It’s upbeat with singalong qualities, but the lyrics kind of nail the Christmas vibe of the last few years.  Reflecting on the pandemic and the holidays we didn’t spend together:  “Last Christmas, I didn’t get to hug you, last Christmas, it almost broke my heart.”  I really like this verse:  “Are we Catholic, are we Protestant? Jewish somewhere down the line? Got a cousin who’s Republican, I promise I won’t pick a fight.”  Once again, the Arkells tap into those real feelings.  It’s a good song, though it probably won’t usurp anything from your favourite seasonal playlist.

“Pub Crawl” sounds a lot more Christmas-y though the lyrics are only vaguely so.   “Maria’s dancin’ around, and she’s singing Mariah,” is a reference to Mariah Carey’s ever-popular Christmas album.  Instead of 12 days of Christmas, they have 12 pubs to crawl through.  It starts as a piano ballad, and then kicks up into a rocker complete with guitar solo and handclaps.  Max even references himself in the lyrics by name:  “And Max is about to cry (I’m about to cry)”.

Don’t cry, Max!  Merry Christmas, Arkells!

3.5/5 stars

#1100: Happy Winter Stories Vol. 1 – The Empire Strikes Back

Welcome to Homework From My Therapist!  I have a new therapist; she’s nice, and fresh ideas are always helpful as I make the transition from Summer to Fall to Winter.  She asked me about happy winter stories; I said I had several.  She suggested I write them down somewhere I could easily find them, any time I needed a pick-me-up in the winter.  Of course, for me, that means the easiest location is right here.  I am putting on my Empire Strikes Back soundtrack as I type, and I am in the zone.  Let’s do this!

Join me won’t you, for this walk through the winter snow of 1981?

RECORD STORE TALES #1100: Happy Winter Stories Vol. 1 – The Empire Strikes Back

Even as a child I never liked winter, always looking forward to the warmth and freedom of the summer sun.  The winter of 1981, however, offered a new opportunity.  The Empire Strikes Back was the latest thing.  We were collecting all the toys, all the figures, everything we could.  With winter here, we now had the opportunity to dress up as the characters for outside role play!

The snow was deep on our tiny frames that winter.  You truly could imagine you were on the ice planet of Hoth, if not for all the trees.  Winter trips to the cottage offered the more bleak landscape of a completely frozen lake as far as the eye could see, but we didn’t dress in our Star Wars outfits when we made those winter visits.  That was a home activity for the winter weekends!

My sister dressed as Luke Skywalker.  I let her use my glow-in-the-dark “laser sword” for that purpose.  I wanted to be Han.

My dad had made us wooden guns and pistols by cutting shapes out of playwood offcuts and painting rough details.  Perfect for a Solo blaster!  I used my dad’s real leather holster, which even at its tightest was always so loose.  Every good Canadian kid has a pair of snow pants; mine were blue or brown.  I grabbed a pair of goggles from a snorkel set.  To top it off came my pride and joy:  a blue winter coat, with a big furry hood…just like Han Solo’s.  I’d strap on my laser pistol on top of that and trudge out into snow for an hour or two.

Other kids from the neighbourhood would drop in and play other roles.  Someone would have to roar like Chewbacca as I pretended to trade blasts with an Imperial probe droid.

When it was time to board the Millenium Falcon, we’d jump into my dad’s car in the garage.  He didn’t like that part too much, as we fiddled with buttons in a vain attempt to get the Falcon into hyperspace.

When it came time to come in and get warm, we always had the original John Williams soundtrack to keep us entertained with our Kenner action figures.  Even so, the importance of the role play can’t be left out of the story.  It allowed the kids to go out, run around, burn off energy, and be social with other kids as we all re-enacted our favourite Star Wars movies.  We couldn’t just go and pop a video tape into our VCRs.  Few of us had a VCR yet.

The Empire Strikes Back was the newest of the Star Wars movies, and was completely new and exciting to all of us, boys and girls alike.  We’d all seen it.  It was a family thing.  Anyone could jump in and play the role of Chewie,  3P0, Princess Leia, or Darth Vader.  But I was Han Solo.  That was a constant, as non-negotiable as a deal with Jabba the Hutt himself.

We did it all over again in 1982, and 1983.  I think I may have commandeered my mom’s ski goggles at that point, refining my costume.

After Return of the Jedi came out in May of ’83, my focused changed to Luke Skywalker.  Not only was he suddenly badass instead of this whiny disrespectful little shit, but he looked really cool in his new black outfit.  Our role play changed to summer, and I donned a black glove while reclaiming the glow-in-the-dark laser sword as my own.  My sister could be Han Solo this time, but that meant she had to pretend to be blind before I saved her!

Star Wars died down pretty quickly after 1983, and as kids we moved on to other interests as well.  It must be remembered, the length of time we lived with Empire as “current” Star Wars movie.  It came out in spring of 1980, so we were playing Empire and getting Empire toys for Christmas for 1980, ’81, and 1982!  For me, that was age 8 to age 10, the most important span of years in a kid’s childhood!  For my sister, it was ages 4 to 7, almost as important!  That chunk of our lives coincided with a cool “sweet spot” of Star Wars.  Not only did we get the best movie of the series, with some of the best toys and figures of the line, but also got three years of yearning anticipation and fear!  Was Darth Vader really Luke’s father?  How would they save Han Solo from Jabba the Hutt?  What was Jabba the Hutt?  We had to use our imaginations and we imagined every scenario we could in our games.

Those were good times in some cold, wet winters.  Let’s not forget them, nor the warmth of a hot chocolate after we kicked the snow off our boots and hung our snow pants up to dry.  That would have been a good winter Saturday in 1981.

 

REVIEW: The Forrest Williams Democracy – “The Optimyst” (2023 single)

THE FORREST WILLIAMS DEMOCRACY – “The Optimyst” (2023 single)

Forrest Williams, Scott Maybee, and Matt DeMatteo are back with their third single (check out the first two if you missed ’em), and this is the best one yet.  The Democracy play a hard-to-pigeonhole mixture of 90s and classic rock with a dose of progressive, among other elements.  When these elements fuse, the molecules of music produced have been radiant.  With three songs released to date, we can now track a trend:  each song is better than the last, therefore the future is looking bright for The Democracy!

Fellow reviewer Jex Russell noted that “The Optimyst” reminded him of “Solsbury Hill” by Peter Gabriel, and I hear what he’s getting at.  There’s something in that bright rhythm of the guitar part, and the uplifting vocal melody (verses by DeMatteo and choruses by Maybee, if the music video is to go by).  But there’s so much more to this track than just the melodic.  Listen to the drums!  Williams makes creative use of toms and cymbals to form an integral part of the song’s landscape.  The drums don’t distract, but they add a hell of a lot of depth and hookiness.  They carve hills and valleys in the music.

The lyrics are uplifting and the message is universal.  “‘Cause bad times will get better!”  Don’t give up hope!  “You feel hopeless, got to pay the Monday dues.”  That’s pretty accurate!  “I’m all fired up by Wednesday, it’s Friday soon…”  Amen, brothers!  I think most people will be able to relate to this song, and I hope they can feel its sunny vibes, to feel better about whatever is getting them down.

Everyone needs to hear “The Optimyst”, no matter what mood they’re in.  It’s that good and it deserves to be heard far and wide.  Positivity is often in short supply these days, so thank you to The Forrest Williams Democracy for bringing some sun in December.

5/5 stars…

Wait…why not?  6/5 stars!!

VIDEO: Christmas Comes Early, from Tim’s Vinyl Confessions

No show tonight – working on a taping with Peter Kerr from Rock Daydream Nation.  Enjoy this video instead!

Tim Durling is one of the most generous souls I know. I’m sure 3/4 of my collection of 8-track tapes have come as gifts from Tim. This time, he outdid himself. Watch the video and see what he sent this time. One of these tapes is in my Top 3 Albums of All Time (often finding itself in the #1 spot) and the other is another beloved, timeless favourite.

We also got a sneak peak at some pages of Down For the Count: The Y&T Album Review by Tim Durling and a few special guests!

Check out the video below, and see if you can guess what Tim sent this time.  I am truly blown away.  Thank you Tim Durling.

Jen In Space: Mission One – A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story

Jen In Space: Mission One

A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story

Immediately following the events of Tee Bone Man Chapter 22:  Enter the Durling Foundation

The uniformed man at the reception desk looked up over his spectacles.  His eyebrows raised and he immediately stood at attention.  Before him stood a blonde girl holding an acoustic guitar, a smile beaming from her face.

“Jennifer Ladano reporting for duty!” she announced.

“Yes!  Mrs. Ladano.  We’ve been expecting you.  Please, put your things down here behind my desk.  We’ll make sure everything gets properly loaded.  Come with me please?  We have so much to do before your journey.”

“Thank you so much,” answered the woman as she handed over her purse and guitar.  But please, call me Mrs. Brainiac.  That’s what my teammates call me.”

The man smiled.  “Ah yes!  We were filled in on the details by your liason, a Tee Bone Man?”  Jen nodded in acknowledgement.  “It says here your trip is being funded by the Durling Foundation, and American magnate John Snow.  Impressive stuff.  How did you hook up with those kinds of people, if you don’t mind me asking?  That’s pretty rarified air.”

“Through my husband,” she answered with a hint of sadness.  “He and his friend co-founded our group, the Northern Lights.  But…he was killed in battle.  I’m carrying on his mission in his name.  I work directly for Tee Bone Man, who I see you’re familiar with.  He’s a superhero, and the Northern Lights are here to protect us all.  My mission is to be his eyes in space.  That’s why I signed on for this flight.”

Impressed, the man checked off some boxes on a clipboard.

“And the guitar?” he asked.

“I used to play.  I thought I’d take it up again, entertain the crew.  They say it can get pretty quiet in space.”

The man smiled.  “You’d think that, but it’s actually a fallacy.  The fact of the matter is, there are so many pumps and fans and machines constantly working to keep you alive on a spaceship, there’s always some background noise.  You get used to it, though.”

Jen didn’t look concerned.  “I brought my earbuds, too.”

The man pointed ahead to a big blue beauty of a ship outside a massive observation window.  “You’re going to like the Galaxy Explorer,” he enthused.  “It’s the latest in space technology.  I understand Snow undersigned the whole project.  Deep pockets!”  He stopped walking and got serious a moment.  “You seem like a nice person.  You have some pretty powerful friends.  Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“I need to do this,” she answered simply.

“OK,” said the man.  Let’s get you suited up and introduce you to the crew.  We call them the Fantastic Four!”


Jen was now in a blue spacesuit.  She held a white helmet under her arm.  She insisted on blue.  Eventually, they found one in storage.  She was adamant:  she would not wear another team’s colours!  Nobody seemed to know what she meant, but she was now happily in the right suit.

“Gentlemen!” said the man to the four astronauts waiting to board.  “Let me introduce you to your special passenger.  This is Mrs. Brainiac.  If you’ve read your mission briefings, which I know you haven’t, then you’ll know she’s being overseen by John T. Snow and the Durling Foundation!  This means anything she needs, you get it.  Understood?”

“Yes Admiral!” the four answered with salutes.

“Admiral?  You didn’t tell me you were an admiral!” said Jen with shock as she awkwardly saluted.

“Stand down Mrs. Brainiac,” he smiled.  “You’re not enlisted and you don’t have to salute.  And you can just call me Doug.  Clear?  Now, here are your crewmates for this mission!”  Each astronaut shook her hand in turn.  “We call them the Fantastic Four because, well, you’ll understand why.  In the red spacesuit, this is Captain Frank Kerman, mission commander.  Also in red, this is Commander Fred Dika, second in change.  In white, science officer Fritz DeAngelis.  And finally, also in white, geologist Finn Oxford.”

Jen’s head spun.  “Frank…Fred…Fritz…and Finn.  This won’t get confusing at all.  I apologize in advance for messing up all your names!”

The group laughed.  Captain Frank patted her on the back.  “No problem and welcome to the team, Mrs. Brainiac.  Contrary to the Admiral’s assumptions, I have read the mission briefings twice.  Your husband was a hero ma’am.  I am sorry for your loss.”

“It’s OK,” she mumbled.  “Let’s see our ship.”

Captain Frank extended his hand.  “Follow me ma’am.  Admiral?”

The Admiral saluted.  “Safe travels, Captain.  Moon and back.  Simple as apple pie.”

“Simple as pie,” saluted the Captain in return.


“This is so exciting!” said Jen as the quintet boarded through the rear ramp.  The ramp led up to an airlock with a moon rover docked and locked down.  Jen’s guitar was stowed on a wall.  Through the airlock, the astronauts entered the ship’s main quarters.

“Welcome aboard the Galaxy Explorer!  State of the art, and our home for the next two weeks!”

On the outside, the sleek delta shaped ship was decked out in classic blue, grey and yellow.  Inside, it was equipped with all the latest tech.  Jen’s eyes were wide in awe.

“There’s so many controls!  These were not in the manuals I studied!” she gasped.

Science Officer Fritz smiled at her.  “Don’t worry about all that, this is my territory.  As science officer, I’m qualified on every station on board this ship.”

“So…what do I do?” asked Jen.

“Right now, you get your helmet on and strap in, because it’s T-minus 30 minutes to launch!” answered Captain Frank.  “Jen, for the launch, I’d be honoured if you’d sit in the cockpit with us.  Finn…geologists in the back!”

“But I called shotgun!” sulked geologist Finn as he took a bunk in the back.

“Helmets on, visors down!” ordered the captain.  “We launch in 30!”

The minutes ticked away slower than any that Jen had ever experienced.  With the Leafs in overtime dying to score a winning goal, the clocks had never seem to move so slowly.  But tick away the minutes did, and soon it was 60 seconds to launch.  The crew flicked switches and issued instructions to each other.  30 seconds.  The engines were already roaring.  20 seconds.  10.  9.  8.  7…

“LAUNCH!” commanded the captain.  The engines ignited in massive flames, dozens of feet in length.  The mighty craft lifted off the ground.  There were no crowds to see our brave crew off.  This mission was top secret, by orders of Tee Bone Man himself.  It was on a need to know basis.  Within the Northern Lights, only Tee Bone, Superdekes, Snowman, and Tim Durling knew where Mrs. Brainiac was.   For her safety, it had to stay that way.  Max the Axe liked to talk.

Contrails of white followed the craft through the sky.  Soon that was all that could be seen.  Shortly after that, even the echo of the mighty engines could not be heard from the ground.


Jen was worried that the three day trip to the moon would be dull, with nothing to take up her time.  Far from it.  The Galaxy Explorer was equipped with the most sensitive observation devices invented to date.  These were provided by Superdekes, and they were already collecting massive amounts of data for Jen to sift through.

“Tee Bone Man wanted me to be his eyes and ears in space,” she signed, “but there is so much here to go through.  There has to be a way to simplify this data.”

She put on her glasses, got an old fashioned pen and paper out, and began writing numbers down.

“Well, I do have an OCD for numbers, I guess I was meant for this job,” she said with determination.

It only took 15 minutes for her to detect the outlines of a pattern in the numbers.  She got the captain’s attention.

“Captain Frank?  Can you tune all ship sensors directly towards the moon?  I’m noticing a strange spike in various signals any time the sensors were on the moon.”

“Copy that, mission specialist.  Tuning all sensors moonward,” responded the Captain.

This was fun!  Jen was enjoying herself.  Being in space even felt good, always floating around in her seat.  She had an idea.

“Captain, requesting streaming access for Hockey Night in Canada on monitor one,” she requested.

“Approved…” answered the captain with hesitation.  “Purpose?” he questioned.

“Oh, just in case the two are connected?” answered Jen with no confidence in her voice.

“Proceed,” answered the captain just as the hockey broadcast hit Jen’s screen.

“Sweet!” she smiled to herself.  “YES!  First goal of the series!!” she exclaimed out loud.

“Repeat that?” asked commander Fred.

“Umm, nothing, just found…an anomaly in the data…” answered Jen with a sly grin.  This was going to be fun for sure.


Three days later, the ship had landed successfully on the moon.  Thanks to Jen’s data analysis, they were able to touch down just where there seemed to be some odd energy patterns.  There was no sign on the ground of anyone having been here before, but there was something strange.  Perhaps several feet under the regolith.  It was hard to tell exactly what they were picking up, but it was here.

Taking shifts, the crew enjoyed some time outside the ship.  Jen even got to drive the moon rover, and didn’t crash it.

Today was her day on the rover again.  The sensors were picking up something in a nearby crater now, and she was sent to investigate.

“Take this,” said Captain Frank as he handed her a laser pistol.  “I know you were trained on how to use this.  Don’t be shy if you have to.”

“Yes Captain,” said Jen.  “I’ll have to tell you the story of my first Thanksgiving with Michael, when he took me to the family cottage and I had to stay in a room with guns hanging from a gunrack made of deer parts.”  The captain looked puzzled.  “It’s a good story,” assured Jen.  “It’s not my first gun is what I’m saying.”

“Ah.  OK.  Good luck, specialist.  Report back in an hour or less.”

“Yes Captain!” saluted Jen.  “Off we go.  Wooooo!”  She gunned the engine of the moon rover and made her way to the crater, kicking up moon dust the whole way behind.

Though she was enjoying driving without a license, she just had to stop and enjoy the view.

“I’ve never seen the stars so clear before,” she marveled.  “Mike would be here telling me the names of the constellations,” she contemplated.

“Did you say Mike??” asked a voice, somehow broadcasting on Jen’s helmet’s channel!

“Who said that??” screamed a startled Jen.  “Who’s there?”  There was nobody there.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to scare you.  I knew a Mike.  I wonder if it’s the same one.”  An alien decloaked in front of her eyes.  “I’m sorry for the deception, but there bad people here on the moon.  I have been hiding.  But…you look like someone I can trust.”

Jen could not believe her eyes.  Before her stood an alien, a real alien, all in green, with no spacesuit.  Just hanging out on the moon like it was nobody’s business.

“Well, my friend, I am sorry to tell you that Mike is a very common name back on Earth.”  She paused to point at the big blue globe in the sky.  “That’s where I’m from.  Earth.  Are you from the moon?  Do you have a name?  My name is Jen.”

“My name is Fillmore.  Fillmore West.  I’m from Zeta Reticuli.  I had a spaceship and a crew and everything once, but then an Earthling named Tommy Lee took it all.  I had some human friends.  They were named Fanboy Mike and Edie Van Heelin’…”

Jen’s mouth dropped.  “Did you say…”

“You do know him!” gasped Fillmore.

“I knew both of them,” sighed Jen.  “Mike was my husband.  They’re both gone now, killed in action fighting the forces of evil.”

Fillmore’s expression changed.  Jen assumed he was sad too.  “I’m so sorry.  They were good.  They helped me.  I miss them.”

“I miss my Brainiac,” said Jen, “but you said that there were bad people here on the moon.  Tell me about them.  Can I call you Phil?”

The alien jumped.  “Yes!  You can call me Phil.  The bad people come when the craters are in shadow.  They bring strange cargo.  I know not what for.  I see them.  There is a human.  He wears a spacesuit, like yours, but white and orange.  He has robot bodyguards.  They shoot at me if they see me.  But they have not got me yet!  Phil, Phil is smart!”   The alien pointed at his enormous head.  “I hide!  They can’t find me.”

“You poor thing!” said Jen with empathy.  “But you’re with me now.  I am here with friends.  Would you like to go meet them?”

Phil shuddered.  “No friends, no friends!  Just Jen.”  She could see he was scared of humans, thanks to his experiences with Tommy Lee.  Jen never liked Motley Crue.  Mike didn’t play Motley music around her very often, but when he did…she wasn’t into it, shall we say.  Now she felt more justified than ever.

“OK Phil.  Just you and me.”

“We are friends,” responded the alien.


The hours flew past, and Jen lost track of time.  Her one great weakness.  She chatted with Phil all this time, telling him of Earth pastimes such as baseball and hockey, all the while gleaning crucial pieces of information.  She already knew of Tommy Lee’s involvement with the bad guys threatening Earth.  That much was in her top secret info packet from Tee Bone Man.  Thanks to Phil, she was learning of Lee’s movements and actions.  Multiple trips to Mar-A-Lago, Florida.  A few voyages to space to meet a mysterious benefactor, and several liasons with Satan himself.  Tee Bone Man and Superdekes were going to find this information extremely valuable.

Suddenly, she noticed that shadows were creeping over her.  “Oh no…”

Phil looked at her in what she assumed was panic.  “The crater is in shadow!  The bad men…”

On cue, a small spacecraft slowly drifted in shadow over the crater.  It could only be seen by the stars it blocked as it moved.

“Single seater?” asked Jen.

“One passenger,” answered Phil, “But he has battle droids.”

The shadowy ship slowly descended.

“Tell me about the battle droids,” queried Jen.

“Heavily armed,” cautioned Phil.

The craft set down gently.  The cockpit opened, and a ramp opened in the back, from which the two battle droids exited as Phil had warned.  The pilot, in an orange and white spacesuit, looked about.  He did not see them.  The pilot walked towards a large moon rock.  He felt around it, and suddenly the rock moved, revealing a hidden passage on the floor of the crater.  The droids loaded some cargo in the passage.  The pilot then touched the rock again, and it moved back into its previous position.

A droid turned and looked directly at where they were hiding.

Phil turned and looked at Jen.  A bead of sweat ran down her face.  Neither of them moved.  The droid stared.  Jen’s helmet was starting to fog.  Phil looked terrified.

The two sat in their position for what seemed like an eternity.  The droid was motionless.  They could not guess how long they sat there in the regolith without moving.

Finally, the droid turned, and began walking back to the ship.

“Whew!” exclaimed Phil.  “I thought he had us!”

A new voice answered him.

“He did.”

Jen and Phil turned in shock.  The pilot in orange and white stood before them.

 

“He was just buying me time to surround you.  Weapons down.”  The pilot bore a sword and held it to Phil’s long alien neck.

Jen removed her laser gun from her spacesuit and placed it on the ground.  Phil raised his hands in terror.  The second battle droid had joined them.

“Now, who are you, and what are you doing here in this specific crater on the moon?” demanded the pilot.

“We’re the Care Bears,” answered Jen sarcastically.  “And you are?”

The pilot’s gold visor turned transparent, and he revealed his face.  Human.

“I’m just a good Samaritan, stowing medical supplies and food rations in this depot,” he demurred.  “You must forgive my aggressive stance, we get raided by pirates so frequently.”  A smile emerged on his face.  “You seem harmless.  At least without your little ray gun.  My name is Colonel Cooper.  I am a humanitarian and pacifist.”

Phil seemed suddenly relieved, but Jen pushed.

“A pacifist with two beefy battle droids?”

The Colonel smiled.  “Pirates, my dear.  Only for defence.”

“Funny you should say that, because my friend Phil here says you’ve shot at him before.”

He smiled some more.  “A misunderstanding!  Come, let me take you to your ship.  I’m sure you’re not alone and I’d like to meet your friends.”

Jen had to think fast.  If she let those two battle droids anywhere near the Galaxy Explorer, there’s a good chance they could disable it and capture her friends, leaving her stranded here on the moon.

Then she remembered.  Her guitar.  She brought it with her.

“Sure thing Colonel Cooper!” she answered brightly.  We just have to follow the tracks back, from my moon rover.  It’s right over here.  Wanna see?”  The Colonel followed Jen as she led him towards the rover.  “It’s pretty cool,” she said.  Then she leaped, using the moon’s 1/6th gravity to her advantage!  She landed next to the rover and swiftly grabbed her guitar from the back rack!  Cooper was not fooled any longer and also jumped, aiming to take Jen down.  But in her hands now was a beautiful Yamaha acoustic guitar.  With a mighty swing that would have made Jose Bautista proud, she nailed Cooper directly in the head.

His helmet flew off.

Jen swung her shattered guitar again.  The remnants of the instrument removed the skin from the Colonel’s face, revealing the glowing blue circuitry of an android beneath.

She gasped.  Phil’s eyes widened in what must be shock.

“A robot?” she exclaimed.

The android sputtered and shook on the floor of the crater, at least temporarily disabled.  Suddenly, Jen and Phil were surrounded by battle droids.  They raised their weapons, but Jen did not have her ray gun.

A powerful light beamed down from overhead.

“This is Captain Frank Kerman of the Galaxy Explorer!  Deactivate your weapons and back off!”  The droids did as commanded.

“Specialist Jen!  You were to check in after one hour!  That was four hours ago!”

Jen was just relieved to hear the captain’s voice.  “Sorry Captain!  But I have acquired valuable information…and made a new friend.  You’re going to want to hear this story.”

Suddenly, the android body of Colonel Cooper exploded.  The two battle droids followed his example.

“Self-destruct,” reasoned Jen.  “Now we can’t get any more information from them.”

“Sounds like you got us plenty,” answered the Captain.  “Let’s get you on board and debriefed immediately.”

Jen grabbed the remnants of her guitar, and loaded it onto the Galaxy Explorer, with Phil at her side.


The captain, Jen and Phil all sat together in the airlock, while the rest of the crew occupied the cockpit.  With the airlock pressurized, they were able to talk with helmets off.  The captain spoke.

“We dug up their so-called supply depot.  It wasn’t medication or foodstuffs.  It was weapons.  Good job, specialist Ladano.  You and Phil here stopped a major operation.”

“But weapons for what?” asked Jen.

“Invasion,” responded Phil.

The mood in the room was grim.  A monitor lit up.

“Deke’s Palace, Superdekes on the line,” said the face on the monitor.  “Jen!  Nice to see you.  How are you doing?”

“Great, Deke!” she answered.  “I just had my first adventure in space!”

“And she got us valuable information, Deke,” said Captain Frank.  “Every detail about Tommy Lee’s activities for the last year, and now this weapons depot we uncovered today.”

“Tee Bone Man is gonna wanna know about this,” said Deke with dark seriousness.  “Jen, how comfortable are you right now?  Because I think we’re gonna need your eyes and ears in space for a while longer.”

“Whatever you need Deke,” said Jen.  “We got this.”

Deke nodded solemnly.  “And we got your back.  The Northern Lights are in your debt.”

“Then buy me a coffee when I get home and we’ll call it even,” said Jen.

“Deal.  Deke out.”

“Ready for lift-off!” announced Commander Fred.  “Launch!”

The Galaxy Explorer set off from the surface of the moon, on her way to their next adventure.

The end.


 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

 

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

THE WRITER’S ROOM

 

 

REVIEW: Sammy Hagar – Three Lock Box (1982)

SAMMY HAGAR – Three Lock Box (1982 Geffen)

Sometimes it is fun to review an album on its first listen, so that’s what we’re doing today with Hagar’s Three Lock Box.  I only know a handful of tunes so this will be mostly brand new to me.  Released December 6, 1982, Three Lock Box was Sammy’s seventh solo album.  Jon Cain (Journey) and Mike Reno (Loverboy) make guest appearances, and it contains Sammy’s biggest charting solo hit.  Let’s give it a spin, on this fancy Japanese CD pressing.

The title track is familiar, with its slightly funky riff and rich organ backing.  I don’t know why, but that refrain of “One, two, three lock box!” reminds me of the kind of melody and simplicity of a children’s song.  But child’s play this is not!  A couple minutes in, and the gears shift to full blown hard rockin’.  This is a catchy and rhythmically clever little tune.

“Remote Love” might have a bit too much keyboard in the mix, but this is a cool laid back rock ballad.  It sounds like something from a past age perhaps.  Loud keyboards aside, there’s something purely classic about it, especially when you get to the soulful chorus.

Cain and Reno appear on “Remember the Heroes” (co-written by Cain).  Very Journey-esque, but Mike Reno sounds absolutely brilliant!  What a powerhouse singer, and when he and Sammy team up on the chorus, it’s mighty great!  You could easily imagine Journey doing this song, and perhaps they should have.

“Your Love Is Driving Me Crazy” (#13 on Billboard’s Mainstream Rock songs) is clearly hit material.  It’s all melody, smooth and polished.  The production has the bells and whistles and the track is just really hard to resist.

A haunting tone enters on “In the Room”, a completely different vibe.  It almost sounds like a lost Alice Cooper number from the same time period.  “I’ve been caught in the room, that moment of sleep when you think you’re awake.”  The lyrics match the music perfectly.  This is one of those must-have deep cuts, a song that absolutely deserves more attention.  It’s so different for Sammy.  “Rise of the Animal” follows with spooky sounds, and then a synth pulse.  “I just came out from the room…” sings Sammy, continuing his thoughts from the prior song.  “I saw the rising of the moon.  This ain’t no ordinary night!  Look to my left, look to my right.”  It starts slow and picks up the pace, and ends with some brilliantly frantic soloing from Sam.

Another great deep cut is the pop rocker “I Wouldn’t Change A Thing”.  A radio-ready corker, it could have been a hit in an alternate universe.  Let’s call it the Sammyverse.  A universe where everything is bright, colourful and shiny.  I wouldn’t mind hanging out in the Sammyverse, and “I Wouldn’t Change A Thing” could be its anthem.  Wave your red flags high!

“Growing Up” has a highschool-tough sound, while Sammy sings of the girls in their summer clothes.  The Sammyverse only has short skirts and high heels.  It’s probably the filler track of the album, as it doesn’t seem to have the hooks of previous tracks.  Fortunately “Never Give Up” is all hooks.  Another pop rocker with memorably melodies and smooth guitars, it’s just a fun song.  Easy singalong in the car.  Speaking of cars, the Sammyverse is fond of ’em, and the closing track “I Don’t Need Love” races like one of Sammy’s Ferraris.  It’s a brilliant rocker and probably the heaviest track on an otherwise pretty mainstream rock album.

Sammy Hagar albums don’t have a lot of pyrotechnics.  They are often meat and potatoes, workmanlike and easily accessible.  Three Lock Box has its strengths not in the production or flashy performance, but in the songs and the singing.  It’s a satisfying listen and I understand why it is so well liked.  It may not have a lot of edge, but it’s a fun, feel-good listen.

4/5 stars