Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Neil Young: Someone finally got it right...



I used to live in North Bay in the late 1970's. Don't get me wrong, I loved being 18 years old and residing there. But if you were into "The Who" or the "Pistols", forget it. In a small city with a strong Catholic influence, disco, as horrid as it was, ruled the airwaves.

Sometime during my misspent youth the band "Rush" came to the North Bay Gardens. I, along with my high school buddies, paid some outrageous amount for a ticket (I think it was eight bucks) and decided to see the show. Finally a big time rock act in "Northern" Ontario.

Once they hit the stage it reminded me of somewhat of seeing an elderly aunt's breasts fall out of a dress. You couldn't help but watch, but you felt guilty for looking and being so repulsed. Geddy Lee (the lead singer) hit the stage wearing a kimono (yes, a kimono), Alex Lieffson (the guitarist) was high on God only knows what, and Neil Peart (the drummer).......he just seemed to be playing in some sort of parallel universe. They ripped through fan favourites like " In the Mood" and "Fly by night",but I really didn't much care. The show sucked, the songs always seemed off key and I just couldn't get into it. (For all those Rush fans, I'm sorry. But it's my blog and this after all is the last place where a grown man can express himself without fear or reprisal).

A few years back I was reading the Globe and lo and behold: The guys from Rush had been give the Order of Canada. Apparently it was for their contribution to the Canadian music scene. I guess the panel that decides these things wasn't raised in North Bay in the 1970's.

Just last week the Order of Canada was issued to Neil Young. Now there is a musician who contributed to Canada's music scene!

For those of you who are 50'ish and reading this blog, think of how Neil seeped into every pore of your being. Was there anyone who didn't sing along with "Down by the river". Or an adolescent boy who didn't think of the song "Old Man" when his father had disciplined them for underage drinking? Or a coffee house singer that didn't destroy "Helpless"?

If you want a real treat, go to a place like " Sonic Boom" in Toronto and buy the "Unplugged" CD from 1994. If you don't have a tear in your eye but the end of "Pocahontas" then you are one cruel, heartless swine. Man, this stuff is so pure.

I was in Florida two years ago and I saw Dennis Hopper on HBO talking about Neil. He said it best: "It's like watching Picasso, man......Picasso had his different periods, and Neil has his". Oh, so true.

Congrats Neil. Finally a worthy "musical" Order of Canada recipient.

If only he could have played in North Bay.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

What was John thinking?...



Your humble host is cramming for a civil service exam.

Please be patient, or I'll post Yoko singing at the "Rock and Roll Circus".

You've been warned.

Monday, December 21, 2009

If Rush Limbaugh or Glenn Beck were to fall in the forest, would anyone care?...



I'm just back from visiting my in-laws, so I'm somewhat tired. Ergo, this video about the egregious crap from the American far right will have to entertain you for now.

There is a piece with Canadian contnent coming, I swear.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

And now for something completely different...



I'm on my way out the door to my in-laws for the holidays. Here's something that I hope you'll enjoy.

Yes, I know that it's lazy, but 'tis the season for family.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Barrie restaurant reviews...



Bella and I have been enjoying our Saturday " tete et tetes". After dance at the Bathurst I think we've tried every sushi joint in the Annex, so I thought I'd review a restaurant I've found near my humble abode, namely:

Com Pho Asia 2 Noodles
221 Cundles Road East, Unit 11
Barrie, Ontario

As the name suggests, it's a Vietnamese noodle house neatly tucked inside a small industrial mall. I happened to be travelling home via Barrie one night, and stumbled upon this gem by accident.

The first thing that will knock you sideways about this restaurant is the exuberance of the staff. You are greeted warmly and once you are shown your seat, a piping hot pot of green tea is placed in front of you. Not a big deal I know, but with the sudden blasts of Arctic air lately, it was a welcome appetizer.

The menu is typical for a "pho house" with lots of soup, noodle and rice dishes. What makes the Com Pho different and delicious is the size of the portions, the freshness of the ingredients and the presentation of your selected dish. I've eaten at a lot of Vietnamese restaurants over the years, but believe me, this is one of the best I've ever patronized.

My favourite lunch dish is an appetizer of cold wraps stuffed with vegetables and seafood, followed by a medium bowl of the "Chef's special" pho soup. At the risk of sounding redundant, this is a great lunch time treat,and a glorious respite from the fast food restaurants that seem to be clogging the heart of the City of Barrie.

My lunch including a Diet Coke, costs approximately $14.00 including a tip.

Rating: 5 out of 5



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Monday, November 30, 2009

An open letter to President Obama from Michael Moore...







The following is an open letter to President Obama from filmmaker/social activist Michael Moore. I felt I would be remiss if I didn't share it with you:


An Open Letter to President Obama from Michael Moore

Monday, November 30th, 2009

Dear President Obama,

Do you really want to be the new "war president"? If you go to West Point tomorrow night (Tuesday, 8pm) and announce that you are increasing, rather than withdrawing, the troops in Afghanistan, you are the new war president. Pure and simple. And with that you will do the worst possible thing you could do -- destroy the hopes and dreams so many millions have placed in you. With just one speech tomorrow night you will turn a multitude of young people who were the backbone of your campaign into disillusioned cynics. You will teach them what they've always heard is true -- that all politicians are alike. I simply can't believe you're about to do what they say you are going to do. Please say it isn't so.

It is not your job to do what the generals tell you to do. We are a civilian-run government. WE tell the Joint Chiefs what to do, not the other way around. That's the way General Washington insisted it must be. That's what President Truman told General MacArthur when MacArthur wanted to invade China. "You're fired!," said Truman, and that was that. And you should have fired Gen. McChrystal when he went to the press to preempt you, telling the press what YOU had to do. Let me be blunt: We love our kids in the armed services, but we f*#&in' hate these generals, from Westmoreland in Vietnam to, yes, even Colin Powell for lying to the UN with his made-up drawings of WMD (he has since sought redemption).

So now you feel backed into a corner. 30 years ago this past Thursday (Thanksgiving) the Soviet generals had a cool idea -- "Let's invade Afghanistan!" Well, that turned out to be the final nail in the USSR coffin.

There's a reason they don't call Afghanistan the "Garden State" (though they probably should, seeing how the corrupt President Karzai, whom we back, has his brother in the heroin trade raising poppies). Afghanistan's nickname is the "Graveyard of Empires." If you don't believe it, give the British a call. I'd have you call Genghis Khan but I lost his number. I do have Gorbachev's number though. It's + 41 22 789 1662. I'm sure he could give you an earful about the historic blunder you're about to commit.

With our economic collapse still in full swing and our precious young men and women being sacrificed on the altar of arrogance and greed, the breakdown of this great civilization we call America will head, full throttle, into oblivion if you become the "war president." Empires never think the end is near, until the end is here. Empires think that more evil will force the heathens to toe the line -- and yet it never works. The heathens usually tear them to shreds.

Choose carefully, President Obama. You of all people know that it doesn't have to be this way. You still have a few hours to listen to your heart, and your own clear thinking. You know that nothing good can come from sending more troops halfway around the world to a place neither you nor they understand, to achieve an objective that neither you nor they understand, in a country that does not want us there. You can feel it in your bones.

I know you know that there are LESS than a hundred al-Qaeda left in Afghanistan! A hundred thousand troops trying to crush a hundred guys living in caves? Are you serious? Have you drunk Bush's Kool-Aid? I refuse to believe it.

Your potential decision to expand the war (while saying that you're doing it so you can "end the war") will do more to set your legacy in stone than any of the great things you've said and done in your first year. One more throwing a bone from you to the Republicans and the coalition of the hopeful and the hopeless may be gone -- and this nation will be back in the hands of the haters quicker than you can shout "tea bag!"

Choose carefully, Mr. President. Your corporate backers are going to abandon you as soon as it is clear you are a one-term president and that the nation will be safely back in the hands of the usual idiots who do their bidding. That could be Wednesday morning.

We the people still love you. We the people still have a sliver of hope. But we the people can't take it anymore. We can't take your caving in, over and over, when we elected you by a big, wide margin of millions to get in there and get the job done. What part of "landslide victory" don't you understand?

Don't be deceived into thinking that sending a few more troops into Afghanistan will make a difference, or earn you the respect of the haters. They will not stop until this country is torn asunder and every last dollar is extracted from the poor and soon-to-be poor. You could send a million troops over there and the crazy Right still wouldn't be happy. You would still be the victim of their incessant venom on hate radio and television because no matter what you do, you can't change the one thing about yourself that sends them over the edge.

The haters were not the ones who elected you, and they can't be won over by abandoning the rest of us.

President Obama, it's time to come home. Ask your neighbors in Chicago and the parents of the young men and women doing the fighting and dying if they want more billions and more troops sent to Afghanistan. Do you think they will say, "No, we don't need health care, we don't need jobs, we don't need homes. You go on ahead, Mr. President, and send our wealth and our sons and daughters overseas, 'cause we don't need them, either."

What would Martin Luther King, Jr. do? What would your grandmother do? Not send more poor people to kill other poor people who pose no threat to them, that's what they'd do. Not spend billions and trillions to wage war while American children are sleeping on the streets and standing in bread lines.

All of us that voted and prayed for you and cried the night of your victory have endured an Orwellian hell of eight years of crimes committed in our name: torture, rendition, suspension of the bill of rights, invading nations who had not attacked us, blowing up neighborhoods that Saddam "might" be in (but never was), slaughtering wedding parties in Afghanistan. We watched as hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilians were slaughtered and tens of thousands of our brave young men and women were killed, maimed, or endured mental anguish -- the full terror of which we scarcely know.

When we elected you we didn't expect miracles. We didn't even expect much change. But we expected some. We thought you would stop the madness. Stop the killing. Stop the insane idea that men with guns can reorganize a nation that doesn't even function as a nation and never, ever has.

Stop, stop, stop! For the sake of the lives of young Americans and Afghan civilians, stop. For the sake of your presidency, hope, and the future of our nation, stop. For God's sake, stop.

Tonight we still have hope.

Tomorrow, we shall see. The ball is in your court. You DON'T have to do this. You can be a profile in courage. You can be your mother's son.

We're counting on you.

Yours,
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
MichaelMoore.com

Friday, November 27, 2009

Sarah Vaughan: Live in Tokyo


'Tis the season for all kinds of ailments. For the past two weeks I've been under the weather. Hence I've been resting and getting frustrated at my inability to go outside and enjoy the fine Ontario fall weather we've been having. Thank God for my Senniheiser headphones and my CD collection.

About three years ago I was listening to a gent on "Public Radio" who sounded like he had some sort of grand pooh-bah credentials in music. The topic was the "greatest jazz albums" that have ever been recorded. The announcer was head over wheels in in love with Sarah Vaughan and some live album that she had cut in 1973. I didn't pay much attention to the name of the album and since it was from 1973, I knew that our humble little music store in rural Ontario wouldn't stock it anyway.

This summer I walked into a book store near London,Ontario and lo and behold: The Sarah Vaughan "Live in Tokyo" album from 1973 had been re-mastered on the "Jazz Lips" label. I purchased it and believe me it was the best $34.99 I've spent in a long time.

At the risk of sounding like I'm fawning, Vaughan is the only person in the world who can sing "My Funny Valentine" and get you so hot that she makes Barry White look like a 13 year old schoolboy (I had an Elvis Costello version on a bootlegged album,and he sounded like a dick). If your significant other listens to Sarah sing "Round Midnight" and they don't want to make love to you, kick them out of your life because they have no pulse and/or crappy taste in music. Seriously, Sarah's music is powerful stuff.

After this album Vaughan continued to record, but sadly she passed away in 1990 from lung cancer. At her funeral she was eulogized by a close friend who said "She had one of the most wondrous voices of the 20th century".

The friend was only half right. She had one of the most wondrous voices in all of music.