While we always hope for more animal cameos, this is what’s on deck tonight:
Harrison and Jex both have new music to show off. For Harrison, there’s quite a bit since hasn’t been on the show in several weeks! As for Jex, the Jexciter, aka Jecalibur J. Rambo, he’s been on the prowl with Tim Durling so you can only imagine what he has in store.
I will be unboxing the very first 2loud2oldmusic T-shirt ever made! (John T. Snow expected to make an appearance.) It will look great on my new slim frame!
If all goes according to plan I should have some new music releases to unbox, including stuff that Tim Durling is responsible for, again!
We may see Lego.
As always, expect surprises.
Friday May 26 at 7:00 P.M. E.S.T. Enjoy onYouTube or on Facebook!
Working retail, year after grinding year, can wear you down. I have friends who have been doing it for over 30 years, and I don’t know how. I barely lasted ten. In the end, I checked out before hitting my twelfth anniversary.
I outlasted T-Rev by a couple years. He had been complaining to me a long, long time about retail. He managed our Cambridge location. He was really tiring of the predictable daily routine. People arguing over prices, condition, or the right of the customer to use our washroom or not. (Not!) I worked at his location for many weeks one summer. They had a cutout from a magazine in the bathroom that said “MEAN PEOPLE SUCK”. They modified it to read “PEOPLE SUCK”. Not the kind of thing you want your customers to see.
It was true though. We were inundated with a such a myriad of stupid and flat-out meanness over the years that it could wear down Mt. Everest to gravel. I’ve been called an asshole, four-eyes, deaf…and you’re just expected to take it all. You have to take it with a smile on your face when a customer tries to pull one over on you. You have to absorb all their rage when you screw up. Just take it.
I couldn’t always take it. Some of these guys triggered me and I lashed back verbally. And I was better at it than any of them. It happened three times, that I can remember. And let me tell you, they had it coming!
I paid for it in spades, but they had it coming.
One thing that I blame for this was management’s strict rules about things like returns and reservations. I didn’t like getting yelled at for accepting returns that I shouldn’t have, so I erred on the side of caution. I probably could have gotten away with things, like a return without a receipt, and I think other people probably did, but instead I got blasted by customers. It was kind of a lose/lose. Having said this, if I remembered the person buying the CD, no problem! If I didn’t…
Here’s something funny, a lot of customers expected you to remember them. “Hey! I’m back!” was a phrase I heard frequently from strangers. We had regulars that we knew by name, but there were always total strangers who would say, “I was here two weeks, and you sold me a Skynyrd CD, remember?”
When I was a kid, grade 3 or 4, I remember being put in charge of selling things from a table at a school sale. I had to take change and sometimes make change. I loved it. I loved the interaction with the other kids, and all the smiles. I think I was only there for an hour, but I felt amazing. I came home from school that day all aglow, telling my dad that I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up. It’s a shame the reality didn’t live up to the childhood expectation.
Smiles were infrequent. You’d think people would be happier buying music. I am. On the other hand, just as those customers who berated me on every visit didn’t know me or anything about me, I also did not know them. Their reasons for their ill tempers were none of my business.
I think we can still all agree on one thing: mean people suck!
DEEP PURPLE – Bombay Calling – Live in ’95 (2022 – Edel CD/DVD reissue)
Years ago, I begged for a CD issue of Deep Purple’s live DVD Bombay Calling. You could download the audio on iTunes and burn your own double live, which I did, but that just doesn’t do it for a physical product collector. I’ve made my case for physical product here over the years many, many times. Unfortunately, this physical release was pooched by Edel by excluding one song. Like similar CD bootlegs of this 1995 concert, the new Edel CD is missing the opening track “Fireball”! It’s still there on DVD, and it was always there on the iTunes edition, but it’s missing from CD 1. That’s a real shame since it’s a good version of “Fireball” and it’s the damn opener! (The original DVD of Bombay Calling was issued in 2000. iTunes got it in 2003.)
When originally released on iTunes, this was promoted as an “official bootleg”. Now it seems to be marketed as some kind of deluxe live album, limited and numbered to 10,000 CD/DVD sets. The hype sticker calls it “the best rock show ever staged in India.”
This concert was recorded on April 18 1995, which eagle-eyed fans will realize is well before thePurpendicular album. Bombay Calling was recorded not long after “the banjo player took a hike” and Purple ultimately carried on with Steve Morse for the next few decades. Joe Satriani stepped in for a short while, but it was Dixie Dregs guitar maestro Morse that took the Man in Black’s place permanently. This concert was recorded at the very start of Morse’s tenure, and features a few songs they would drop from the set a year or two later. It also features a brand new tune they were working on called “Perpendicular Waltz”, later spelled “The Purpendicular Waltz” on the album. The lineup was fresh, feeling each other out, but full of energy and the excitement of a band creatively reborn, both in the studio and on stage.
There is one earlier concert available from this period, which is Purple Sunshine in Ft. Lauderdale Florida, exactly two weeks prior. That one is truly is an official bootleg, taken from audience sources and released on the 12 CD box set Collector’s Edition: The Bootleg Series 1984-2000. The setlists are slightly different. When they hit India for this concert, a new song called “Ken the Mechanic” (retitled “Ted the Mechanic”) was dropped, as was “Anyone’s Daughter”. They were replaced by long time favourites “Maybe I’m a Leo” and “Space Truckin’” from Machine Head.
Special treats for the ears on Bombay Calling include Steve Morse’s incendiary soloing on “Anya” (which would be dropped from the set in 1996). His feature solo leading into “Lazy” is also excellent, and of course very different from what Ritchie used to do. Jon Lord’s keyboard solo is among the best I’ve heard, and even features a segue into “Soldier of Fortune” from Stormbringer. The solo segments that Deep Purple did often allowed them to play snippets from songs from the David Coverdale period of the band, and this one was unexpected and brilliant.
Highlights: “Fireball” (boo for excluding from the CD), “The Battle Rages On”, and “Anya”.
I love a good, raw live performance captured on tape, and Deep Purple don’t muck around. This is special, coming from that transitional period when Steve Morse was just getting his feet wet. Considering how different he is from Ritchie Blackmore, this smooth switcheroo is quite remarkable.
3/5 stars (subtracting half a star from iTunes edition, for losing a song)
Over the course of 51 years on the shores of Lake Huron, I have witnessed the power of nature and the change it brings every season. Change is the one constant in life, isn’t it? For better or worse, everything changes. Nothing can remain static. Things wear and decay, and are eventually replaced by newer, younger things. This is obvious every spring on the shores of Huron. The coast changes, the rocks, the trees, everything. In a way, life is like a lake.
When we returned this spring, much had changed. The seasons are unrelenting. We found several large rocks, freshly cracked, and sharp like blades. Over the summer and fall, water found its way through microscopic cracks in the stones. Over winter, it froze and expanded, breaking rocks clean in half. The remnants are like ancient stone cutting tools, sharp and jagged. In a way, that’s parallel with relationships. Sometimes things set in, year after year, until they eventually expand and crack the relationship in two. I’ve experienced this recently. The edges that cut are still painful.
Things die over the winter. Some young trees do not survive. Older ones fall, only to become firewood for the coming year. Just like life, and the losses we experience more and more as we get older. It never gets easier. It’s a matter of picking up the pieces are carrying on.
The only constant at the lake is change. Eternal change. This is especially obvious when you look back at old photographs. The lake levels change, the beach is covered with rocks one year, and sand the next. The changes cannot be predicted, except that the land will change. Where men once pushed the forest and weeds back, now they encroach again when left untended. It’s quite amazing how quickly nature can retake a patch of land left untouched. Just like life. Neglect an aspect of your life, be it physical or mental, and you will notice the difference. Life must be worked, at constantly, or you will lose what you gained.
Some years, there is more life than others. Some years, wild turkeys. Other years, foxes. Perhaps the foxes scared away the turkeys. Once in a while we’ll have a dear, or a bear. Raccoons, porcupines and skunks are common. When the animals disappear, you can only guess as to why. Kind of like being “ghosted” in life. Sometimes they return unexpectedly. Always a delight. Like a friend returning after a long absence.
One thing that is clear at the lake: You cannot return to the past. The past is gone, like the ghost of a memory. Things only move forwards, not backwards. The massive winter ice sheets we used to get are gone now, likely never to return in my lifetime. The rivers carve away the landscape, leaving different shapes. The cliffs we used to walk as kids no longer exist, or are now on inaccessible private property, built over and paved. There is no return. Those things are gone.
One does not question the mighty Max the Axe why he has three kites (and one has propellers). One simply walks into his garage and purchases two of the kites. And a CD to boot.
I don’t understand how many of Max’s treats weren’t snapped up by his hordes of fans and followers a few short weeks ago. He did have a kite I was interested in. As a gift, to my sister, Dr. Kathryn. In fact, on my show a couple weeks ago, I told Jex Russell that I was going to return to Max’s and buy one of his kites for my sister. I even said, “She’s not watching this anyway.” But she was, and so she knows she’s getting a new kite. It truly is a beauty.
For $10 each, I took home two $30 (retail) kites. The dragon one, we know it flies — because at Max’s sale, it caught a gust of wind and took off down the street! The other is still sealed in package. And I didn’t buy the one with propellers because it looked pretty complicated and didn’t have instructions.
The CD I bought for $5 was Around the Next Dream by BBM (1994) – Jack Bruce, Ginger Baker, and Gary Moore. You might recognize that as the Cream rhythm section but with Gary Moore on guitar instead of Eric Clapton. All these years and I’ve never heard it before now. Good score.
It wasn’t for sale, but I had to snap a picture of Max’s one of a kind signed Sheavy poster. A great band that no longer exists, but really should. A piece of history right there on his wall.
Max is having another sale with his whole neighbourhood next month. Be sure to check out Trillion Dollar Treats on June 17 for more goodies and treasures!
The true champions of the world this week are Spencer Rice and Marco D’Auria! These two magnificent monsters of the squared circle took Mike to wrestling school. Marco had all the signed memorabilia. Spenny had the stories and the memories. From Toronto to Buffalo and beyond, we rapped about golden wrestling memories. One thing is certain: the impression that those characters and storylines had on us impressionable young kids was significant!
We talked a little bit about Kenny Vs. Spenny but mainly focused on wrestling. Spenny’s favourites, such as Bobo Brazil and the (Original) Sheik, received a lot of love, as did mine, Andre the Giant. The 70s, the 80s, the 90s…we tried to touch upon all our golden eras.
Thank you so much Spencer Rice for taking an hour out of your long weekend to geek out with Marco and I. Special thanks to John Clauser and James Kalyn for your video submissions (sorry James I had trouble downloading yours), and thanks to my dad for the notes and videos. And to Marco for kicking total ass!
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