50 Years of IRON MAIDEN bonus episode:
Collections! Stories! Maiden on Vinyl, Bottlecaps & More!
With special guest Aaron “Mr. Books” KMA and Jex Russell
GRAB A STACK OF ROCK bonus episode
Originally run: June 16 2023. Now edited with new content.
This special bonus episode of 50 Years of Iron Maiden may be an old show from 2023, but most Maiden viewers never saw it, so I re-edited it and we’re running it again! This episode was a special fun one that we did with Aaron “Mr. Books” KMA, showing off parts of our Maiden collections.
Aaron, being Mr. Books, had one of Bruce Dickinson’s novels on hand. He also had a near-mint collection of Trooper beer bottle caps, and a rare Iron Maiden menu from Toronto. Harrison tended to focus on CDs. He had some rare bootlegs, including a DVD. For myself, I was eager to show off my Maiden vinyl collection at the time, including coloured vinyl, picture discs, some sealed records, and much more. Early on, Jex Russell showed up just to crash the party!
Speaking of books, we also took a look (for the very first time) at a Maiden book that features Mike himself. Chances are, you’ve never seen this book before. You definitely have never seen it on 50 Years of Iron Maiden before.
This was the infamous night that Jen had a seizure, fell, and almost broke her jaw. I’ve edited most of that stuff out but some remnants remain.
Friday June 27 at 7:00 P.M. E.S.T. Enjoy onYouTube.
If you weren’t following back from 2012 to 2019, you may have missed all the Mike and Aaron Go to Toronto excursions!
From 2012 to 2015, Aaron and I went to “Taranna” every year to go hunting for CDs, records, books and more. We always made our regular stops: Sonic Boom, BMV and Pauper’s Pub. Some years, we hit up shops like Kops Records, Paradisc Bound, and Moonbean for coffee. I missed 2016 and 2017 to go to TF Con in Toronto instead. There are only so many dollars! Aaron and I returned in 2018, at the behest of my late mother-in-law, who was dying of cancer. “Go with your friend,” she insisted.
After her passing, Jen and I decided to spend the summer of 2019 at the cottage. We were not able to go at all in 2018. We made up for lost time, but in 2020 the pandemic hit! Aaron and I were not able to return to Toronto together since.
I always documented and edited these trips into videos. I recently compiled all these videos (and some bonus stuff) into two live streams that you are able to watch below! Both streams have bonus footage! The first has a musical unboxing from Aaron. The second stream has a brand new chat with Aaron that you have never seen before!
Aaron and I will be returning to “Taranna” in 2024. Watch this space…
What a show! Thanks for watching! Jex and I had a blast going through a selection of my favourite rock (and a couple other) books. What a variety of books too! Many genres of music, and a few outside the musical box. Jex’s books are currently in storage, so what we did instead was watch a Youtube video from his channel CineBrosSupreme. In 2016, Jex went through his music book collection, and we screened that and commented on it as well. (Jex has not aged since 2016, and a few viewers mentioned this!)
In the last five years, my world has changed drastically. We lost Jen’s mom, we’ve lost friends, but on the positive side, we’ve also lost weight! The world has gone through a transformative pandemic, but one constant is Aaron KMA, a man I have not seen since 2018. I am happy to report that Aaron is still out there being Aaron – bearing gifts and warmth as always!
We met halfway, at the Elk & Finch in Southampton Ontario. He brought his son, who I’ve never met before, but has good taste in hamburgers. We sat down to some amazing food, including the best smoked salmon I’ve ever tasted in my life. This is it: as good as it gets.
Food aside, I knew Aaron would arrive bearing gifts, and as usual, he did: Books, CDs, and more. Let’s have a gander, shall we? Let’s go through the contents of Aaron’s gift bag bit by bit.
Not pictured, there were four bottle of Iron Maiden’s Trooper beer! Not pictured because I didn’t think I should pull out liquor of my own at a restaurant. You understand of course! You are probably familiar with this acclaimed brew already. That made up a lot of the weight of the gift bag. Much of the rest of the weight was taken up by books. One book specifically.
The big one is The Art of Classic Rock by Paul Brushkin, with foreward by Alice Cooper. Aaron has showed this off on my show before. We also have rock magazines (with CDs)! Other reading: Gods of the Hammer by Geoff Pevere, the story of Teenage Head. The “Hammer” in this case is Hamilton Ontario. Keeping a punk vibe, Aaron also gave me Perfect Youth: The Birth of Canadian Punk by Sam Sutherland. Finally, it’s The Story of Tommy which is really gorgeous!
I’m very excited about the music. I actually didn’t own a copy of Garbage’s self titled debut, until now. This one is signed by all four members, and lo and behold, it’s dedicated to Mike! Just a coincidence I assure you but how cool is that? I now also owned Backwaxed by Anvil, which I was missing until now, and now I also own the Hip side project Stripper’s Union.
I get more and more excited the further we go!
These Hot Wheels are really cool. I think I need to open them. The Yellow Submarine (Beatles) is groovy. The USS Enterprise though…I just enjoy swooshing those ships around. This Enterprise is NCC-1701 from the 2009 film Star Trek, directed by JJ Abrams and starring Chris Pine as Captain Kirk. (I have to be honest, I prefer Paul Wesley’s Kirk from Strange New Worlds, which I am trying to get Aaron to watch!) I enjoy these very much, and this is not the first time Aaron has found an appropriate Hot Wheels to gift me.
Onto the shirt, which was actually the first item in the bag. Jeff Woods is legendary in my circles – he is THE Legend of Classic Rock. Jeff Woods even contributed to the Sausagefest countdowns a number of times. Aaron, however, isn’t a radio listener and isn’t intimate with the works of Mr. Woods as I am. Yet Aaron found this shirt, thought of me, and put it in the bag. I am thrilled. This is a shirt I would have bought myself anyway!
Finally…
I just loved the Sheik. I have always loved the Sheik. He was one of the greatest villains in WWF history. We talked to Spenny about the Iron Sheik back in May on Grab A Stack of Rock. And now I have a little loveable stuffed Sheik of my own. I couldn’t be more happy. This is the kind of gift that just screams “Mike”.
Aaron, it was a delight to hook up again and finally meet your son. I hope we do something like this again soon. I could go for some salmon again. And the coffee was great too.
GETTING MORE TALE #433.999: The Aftermath (of the Top 15 on the 15th)
That “1537” guy can get to be a bit much sometimes. “Oh you have to listen to this!” or, “Be sure to read that!” He’s so demanding of our collective time and attention. The fact that he writes good shit (jatstorey.com) about music with great visuals to boot, well, that’s just window dressing isn’t it?
Back in September, over 20 writers put down our Top 15 of “all time” lists for posterity. These lists were mostly albums with a few anomolies…like Mr. 1537’s. No, he wouldn’t be content to sit with the sheep and do a plain ordinary list. No, he had to stand out from the crowd (as usual) and do something a little different.
Mr. 1537 (just ’37 to his friends) did the Top 15 music books of all time for his list. It was a quite excellent list featuring the likes of the Stones, the Beatles, the Crue, Hawkind, Chuck Klosterman, and more. The one that jumped out at me was Mick Wall’s Sympton of the Universe. Historically speaking, Black Sabbath are a fascinating band. How many dozen members have Sabbath had over the decades? The count varies, depending on criteria, but regardless it’s an extremely interesting history. For a while it was impossible to find anything decent in print. Mr. 1537 assures us, Mick Wall did right by Sabbath:
“This is a wonderful rollicking tale of the underdog having its day, being neutered by excessive drug use and some appalling choices, triumphing again and then falling prey to being used as pawns in a father/daughter struggle of mythic proportions.”
That right there is a perfect tagline for a rock book, isn’t it?
As mentioned, Mr. 1537 can get to be a bit much sometimes, always trying to convince us to spend more of our money on music (specifically vinyl). Like we need encouragement? Music fans have wishlists as long as the day. We don’t need more added to them, do we?
In steps Mr. 1537 again. Look what just arrived in the bloody mail.
It’s Symptom of the Universe, by Mick Wall! My very own brand new copy! Now, I suppose he’ll expect me to read it. See what I mean? Just a bit too much sometimes!
All joking aside, I can’t wait to get my face into this book. There is still a lot of Sabbath history that is foggy, and I’m eager to see what research Mick Wall has to clarify the mudification! The 1980s in particular are a puzzling period, featuring band members from the Clash, Deep Purple (x2), Lita Ford, and just about everybody else. Wall covers all of this.
Thank you, 1537. I suppose I should send that parcel of Lego I’ve been sitting on for like 6 months?
Happy LeBrain Day! It’s my birthday. Sometimes on my birthday, I like to just spend an afternoon watching a favourite movie. This is one.
2001: A Space Odyssey (1968, from the 2011 Stanley Kubrick Visionary Filmmaker Blu Ray Collection, Warner Bros.)
Once upon a time, when the year 2001 seemed aeons away, director Stanley Kubruck (Dr. Strangelove) contacted author Arthur C. Clarke (Childhood’s End) to discuss making “the proverbial good science fiction movie”. Both were sick of films that passed for science fiction, but were actually monster movies set in space, or just replaced science with fantasy.
The result was 2001: A Space Odyssey, the film, and a companion book of the same name which is actually a completely different animal. The film — striking, innovative, visually engrossing, ambiguous, and scientifically solid — is as good today as it was in 1968, even if many of the “predictions” of the film have failed to come to pass.
Separated into four chapters (The Dawn Of Man, TMA-1, & Jupiter and Beyond the Infinite) complete with intermission, 2001 has no dialogue for the first quarter of the film. Beginning with a blank screen (and “Atmospheres”, by Ligeti), this is a film paradoxically anchored by both music and silence. The screen changes to the Earth rising over the moon, and the sun rising over the Earth (an important clue and recurring symbol) accompanied by “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”. We are then introduced to a tribe of pre-human apes (Australopithecus, perhaps), starving and on the verge of extinction. Other tribes are stronger and out-competing them for territory and resources. There is no dialogue, but the barking of the apes, yet that and the scenery speak volumes. Suddenly one morning, the game has changed: a mysterious black monolith has appeared. The apes are drawn to it, and soon find that they are now able to compete with predators thanks to a new discovery: weapons.
The second chapter, TMA-1, begins with what Clarke has called “the longest jump-cut in history”. We see that humanity has evolved into a space-going race. Orbital weapons platforms orbit Earth as a shuttle is making way to an under-construction space station. “The Blue Danube” plays as the spacecraft dance in calculated perfection. Our first main speaking character, Dr. Heywood Floyd, arrives on the station and we are given some tantalizing clues as to why he’s made this trip: Rumours of a plague outbreak on the moon. Yet this is just a cover story. As Floyd makes his way to the moon in another beautifully choreographed sequence, we learn that a magnetic anomoly was discovered in the crater Tycho (named after astronomer Tycho Brahe) — Tycho Magnetic Anomaly 1, or TMA-1. This discovery is potentially so important, that the cover story was created to keep everyone far away from Tycho.
We see that TMA-1 is another black monolith. We see echoes and ripples of past events lead to another jump forward in time. Midway though a mission of discovery to Jupiter, helmed by David Bowman (the perpetually young Keir Dullea) and Frank Poole (Star Trek’s Gary Lockwood). Their ship, the Discovery contains three sleeping astronauts and the most famous computer of all time, H.A.L. 9000. H.A.L. was flawelessly voiced by Stratford Ontario resident Douglas Rain. His eerie voice and Kubrick’s perfect framing shots help create the creepiest computer character ever seen.
The seemingly dull, sleepy daily routine is soon shattered. H.A.L. has detected a flaw in the ship’s main antenna. It will fail, unless one of the astronauts goes outside and repairs it. The antenna is their only link to distant Earth. H.A.L., who controls the life support and every function of Discovery, then begins to show signs of what humans call stress — he makes an error, and acts strangely. Yet no 9000-series computer has ever failed, or found to be in error. The chapter closes with H.A.L. singing the old song, “Daisy Bell (Bicycle Built for Two)”, surely one of the most haunting scenes in cinema.
After an intermission, Discovery finally arrives at Jupiter and its true mission is revealed. This section too has no dialogue, bringing us full circle to the way it began. David Bowman once again must venture outside the ship, and find out how the mysterious discovery on the moon relates to Jupiter. Perhaps even how it related to our millenia-dead ancestors.
What follows is one of the most baffling and strange sequences in movie history, one which will require a few patient viewings to appreciate. The beauty of this final sequence is that there is no right or wrong interpretation. While on the surface it may appear to be a psychedelic kaleidoscope of colour followed by a bizarre dialogue-free encounter with a being that seems to have no bearing on reality, it is Kubrick’s inventive way of showing the audience something that is beyond anyone’s imagination. Like the audience, David Bowman and humanity have come full circle.
Lacking in what modern audiences call “action”, lacking typical space sound effects (there is no sound in space!), lacking dialogue for most of the movie, and lacking any sort of warm human characters (except maybe H.A.L. who is not human), this movie was a challenge to watch in 1968 and is still a challenge today. It is, however, a piece of art that transcends its genre and is a landmark in film making. Kubrick, always a visionary and always breaking through boundaries of what could not be done in film, outdid himself and made a science fiction film that still has not been topped over 40 years later. Nobody has made anything this epic, this beautiful, this deep or this scientifically sound since. The special effects — all practical effects and mostly in-camera, as CG did not yet exist — still stand up today. No movie buff will ever forget the rotating Discovery set that allowed one character to be seated while another seemingly walked on the “ceiling”.
Sure,we don’t have a moon base. We haven’t sent anyone to Jupiter. We do have a space station. We have created computers that can beat the best humans at chess and Jeopardy. This is not that far off. If they had named this film 2031: A Space Odyssey, we might be in the right ballpark. In the end, the year does not matter. You never see modern Earth in the movie anyway.
The blu-ray release is loaded with special features and has a beautiful transfer in 2.20:1, as Kubrick shot it and intended it to be. Both Dullea and Lockwood provide an audio commentary. There are documentaries about Kubrick, about the predictions of the film, and about the effects. The only thing missing is the vintage 1966 Arthur C. Clarke lecture from the first issue of the DVD. I still have that DVD copy because I like that old 1966 footage of Clarke. He’s my favourite author.
2001: A Space Odyssey is, without any doubt or any argument in my mind, the greatest science fiction film of all time. With Kubrick and Clarke now both gone, I doubt we will ever see anything like it again. 5/5 stars is meaningless, since this movie was (for its scale and stature) first, and the best, against everything in its genre.
I’ll rate it 200 billion stars, one for each star in our galaxy.