Old Enough to Forget

Joe Hall and the Continental Drift. Trying to categorize Joe Hall is a bit of a conundrum, wrapped in an enigma coated in Panko and fried in bacon grease and served with a sprig of parsley. I can't say I ever really understood Mister Hall, or really got his music, but for whatever reason I still kind of consider myself a fan. He's sort of a musical WTF with a question mark. Is he taking the piss or is he serious? During the waning days of poor Krazy Bob's I would go in more often than not to scour his discount bins that were more often than not seeded with some really cool stuff. On the day where I found this 1977 CBC Transcription, I also found replacement copies for a couple of his albums that I had back in the mid '80s: On the Avenue (1978)  and Rancho Banano (1980). I looked and looked hoping to find Drinking with the Continental Drift (1979) an album I never had, that would have filled in a missing piece. But it was either hiding or whoever dumped their records w...

My goodness how time flies. Corey Hart may be best known for his breakthrough hit “Sunglasses at Night,” but up here in Canada this young man went on a tear, releasing one great album after another. As the ‘80s came to a close his commercial momentum started to wane, someone forgot to tell me - I kept picking up his stuff right through to Jade in 1998. I can’t believe this record came out in 1983. That makes it over forty friggin’ years old. I've written about a couple of his other albums but it was fun going back to the beginning, there was something about this album that just worked. Here was a guy who was all of 21 when it came out, writing all the words and music himself. And somehow he even managed to get Eric Clapton to play dobro on “Jenny Fey.” Goodness, how bloody cool is that? Cool. It was just cool. I don’t think the folks at Aquarius Records had any idea what they had when they first released First Offense . The album started to break, and even a non-album single, “Lamp...

Book of Dreams from 1977 was essentially the second half of The Steve Miller Band’s Greatest Hits 1974–78 . Steve Miller released one of rock’s great one-two punch combinations: Fly Like an Eagle in 1976 and Book of Dreams in 1977, records that cemented him as one of the defining artists of the ’70s. The bed tracks for these watershed albums were essentially recorded at the same time, which is part of what makes them feel so cohesive. I remember a friend once calling Book of Dreams the best collection of leftover material ever recorded. I’m not sure how much water that comment holds, and I suspect Mister Miller was more concerned with pulling together the songs that best fit together stylistically. Besides, the answer to the question, “What if all the great songs were released as one album?” was already answered in 1978 with Greatest Hits 1974–78 . Does one really need to hear Book of Dreams ? Kind of depends. Here’s my conundrum: I don’t have the greatest hits collection, so ye...

As a kid I most vividly remember Steely Dan as an inconvenience on the radio. There was a special place in hell reserved for "Rikki Don't Lose That Number" a song that would pop up at the most inconvenient times ... like when I was listening to the radio. Whatever they were was not rock and roll - how did this weird stuff even count as music? The only other song that bugged me more as a kid was "Midnight at the Oasis" by Maria Muldaur. They both seemed to be on at the same time, although that's probably not right but it's how I remember it. As I got older I begrudgingly started to give Steely Dan their due. I was learning to reconcile how these nerdy jazz guys were welcomed with open arms into the fraternity of rock and roll. It was because they were so good. Yes, even "Rikki Don't Lose That Number" started to get under my skin ... Maria, not so much. Steely Dan records were technical marvels, they sounded almost perfect. The best musicians...

Boniface is another of my Marco Polo Platters . The cover was intriguing and pretty much screamed nostalgia to me. It doesn't get much cooler than an '80s Fiero on a prairie back road. I had never heard of Boniface before, but considering the kid sitting on the hood of that Fiero probably wasn't even alive when the car rolled off the assembly line, it's safe to say I'm not exactly keeping up with what's new. Then again, I don't really pretend to be in tune with the latest trends. I like music, and if the music likes me, we'll get along. It's hard to tell whether Boniface is a band, or a musical identity. A glance through the credits and I get the sense the core musicians are Micah Visser, vocals, keyboard, guitars, Joseph Visser, guitars and Michael Dunn, drums. The songs were all written by Micah, with a couple being co-written by Eg White (best name ever) and one by Steph Marsiano. I suspect this is Micah's vehicle. I was looking forward to hea...

You ever sit and wonder what were you thinking as a kid? Maybe not even as a kid, but as a young adult who thought they knew shit , but it turns out they knew shit? Case in point: The Alarm's 1985 release Strength . It's no secret that I am drawn to shiny things. I'm often a musical crow who looks for the object that stands out and then ignore everything else around it. I bought a lot of records and later CDs for one track. Sometimes I'd get more than I bargained for, generally though I was buying so much stuff that I seldom took the time to really let an album percolate. Not always, but often enough that my memory pertaining to a lot of great stuff is full of blanks. The Alarm suffered from this fate not once, but twice. The first time was when I heard "Strength" for the first time, and my little brain (yes, little - I have a big head but I'm not efficiently using all that extra space) melted. I bought the album, and I don't know what I was expecting,...