Old Enough to Forget

Well, you've found it. Not sure how you got here, but hey I'll take what I can get. The main page is here and I update it at least once or twice a week. Sometimes more ... occasionally less.

I'll be honest when I was starting a blog I figured, "Hey, use the Google tool, it'll be easy." Good Lord, if I knew then what I know now. Turns out using a Google tool and then having Google recognize my content has been a shitshow since the beginning.

Oh I suspect it's user error as much as anything, but I don't think it's all on me.

There may be some people who remember banophernalia.com back in the good old days, before my provider messed up my domain renewal and cost me my site ... then I just never bothered trying to recover it. I also through a series of self inflicted wounds lost my content, and I discovered my backups were corrupted ... there went a decade's worth of content. Oh well. Spilled milk. There are still a couple of sites out there who reprinted my reviews which still makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

Regardless, you're here that's what counts. This was my first post and more or less is what this is about. Stick around, poke around. You may not agree with a lot of what I blather on about, or you might. That's cool. Mostly this is me listening and meanderambling about what I thought. Sometimes it's coherent mostly it's a lot of run on sentences.

I write this likes it's a reaction video, without the video. Sometimes it's in real time as I listen and then I go back and to see if it makes sense ... most of the time.

Anyway,

Rock on, read on and keep on trucking

JMC (Jevon)
Formerly chief cook and bottle washer banophernalia.com (RIP)

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6 Cylinder

As a kid we had one radio station, not counting CBC, and generally there was very little that was worth listening to, although there were times something would come on that would make you pay attention. It was 1979 and on a couple of occasions I heard "There Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens" and it cracked me up, and I always wanted to get a copy for myself. A few years ago when my niece was dancing, they did a performance to this song, and now I can't separate my niece from a bunch of dancing chicks in chicken suits. Such is life. When I found this in the dollar bin I actually let out a little chirp, my goodness could it be? It was, and it was in great shape - including the inner sleeve. Score. I had no idea what to expect, for all I knew there was only one song worth listening to, and if that was the case it was still a dollar well spent. If I could buy an album by Showdown and enjoy it, odds are I'll find something to enjoy here to. Before I put this on I...

Garfield - Strange Streets

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Hoodoo Gurus - Mars Needs Guitars!

The first time I got this album it was a gift from my old roommate Otto. For a goofy little nebbish he would occasionally surprise me with some left of field musical treasures. Although, I still think he was reaching a little when he brought home the new "Led Zeppelin" album by Kingdom Come and forced me to listen to "Get it On" over and over again. I'd not listened to Mars Needs Guitars in a long, long, long time. The first thing that I jumped out at me was how David Faulkner's vocals reminded me of his fellow countryman Peter Garrett from Midnight Oil. I think the reason this never occurred to me was at the time I didn't have any Midnight Oil until Diesel and Dust in 1987. I'm not saying it was all the time, but there were a couple of songs where it stood out. Not a bad thing, just a thing. Even at the time this felt slightly out of step with what was going on in 1985. It seemed like everyone was using drum machines and synthesizers and having t...

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