Old Enough to Forget

A few years ago I wrote about Emotions in Motion and relayed a story about “The Stroke” and my friend Gord that I’m going to repeat here for those who missed it the first time. This is as good a place as any to start, so here we go. One of my more shameful recollections involves my buddy Gord (I always blame Gord for shit like this), who was in town visiting. We decided to hang out at the Dairy Queen. We were goofing around and generally acting like teenage idiots when in walked David Mainse, the guy who used to be on 100 Huntley Street here in Canada. Of course, there was a jukebox in the Dairy Queen, and while poor Mister Mainse sat there eating his lunch, we played “The Stroke” over, and over, and over. Please note the restraint I’ve shown in avoiding a needless masturbation joke ... it was hard. Yeah, not a proud moment, but at the time we thought we were hilarious. Yes, I know I missed my chance to work in a Dilly Bar reference, but I can’t think of everything. More to the poin...

“And now for something completely different.” Okay, maybe not completely different, but a bit out of my wheelhouse. I managed to get out to Redrum Records a while back, and the dollar bin was good to me. Goodness mercy me, this was some fun. I’m not generally a big country guy, but I do have a soft spot for Texas Swing, and boy howdy, Asleep at the Wheel delivered the goods. The album charges out of the chute with the title track, a rollicking instrumental bordering on countrified big band  - hence the swing label - and from there I was treated to a bevy of songs that were just so good. The band was literally a big band, boasting eleven members in the credits: not one but two fiddle players, along with mandolin, accordion, clarinet, sax, upright bass, pedal steel, and three guitars. Big band, big fun. I really liked how the album opened both sides with instrumentals. Side one kicks off with the jazz swing of “The Wheel,” which set the tone beautifully, while side two opens with a t...

Permanent Record (Music From The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) came out in 1988. This was the first time I saw Keanu Reeves in a movie (where else would I have seen him?), and I thought he was awesome. I thought the movie was awesome. I thought the soundtrack was awesome. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the movie. The last time was in the early ’90s when I was chaperoning a Youth Group sleepover. One of the kids actually brought it to watch. I didn’t object. I thought it was still pretty good. Some of the lustre was missing, but it was still good. I’ve had the CD on my shelf since it came out and, despite what you are about to read, THIS IS AN AWESOME soundtrack. I don't know why I wanted this on vinyl, other than I wanted this on vinyl. Still, once I get a bee in my bonnet and all that it becomes a thing ... and as you can see, I managed to find a really nice copy. I did notice my disc had more credits which I suppose was par for the course. By the late '80s album...

When Burton Cummings left The Guess Who and embarked on a solo career, he caught his second wind. Through the mid '70s to the end of the decade, he was huge at home. He went on a double-platinum run starting with his self-titled album in ’76 and hit triple platinum with Dream of a Child in ’78. I always assumed he was Canada’s unofficial troubadour. He also seemed to have more specials on CBC than Wayne and Shuster (just kidding - no one had more specials than those guys), and he hosted the Juno Awards in 1979 and 1980 when he was at the height of his popularity. Me? I could take him or leave him. He was a hell of a singer and all that, but he was also really cheesy at times. Though I really liked “My Own Way to Rock,” mainly because the guitar solo was so good. Considering my limited budget as a teenager, I never felt the urge to spend my money on his stuff. The one album I found a while back that is pretty much essential listening was his 1980 two-record collection, The Best of ...

I found a copy of Trooper’s debut from 1975, and this was my first time hearing the album in its entirety. Even though it contains two of the band’s best-known songs, “General Hand Grenade” and “Baby Woncha Please Come Home,” I was surprised the record didn’t go gold here in Canada. The band’s next four albums would all go platinum, with the latter two even going double platinum. What a run. The debut was produced by Randy Bachman and released on Randy’s Legend Records, although it was distributed by MCA Records  - the label Trooper would eventually move to and stay with during their commercial peak. I have always liked Trooper, and like just about every Canadian kid of a certain vintage, Hot Shots was part of the soundtrack of our formative years. I’ve had a lot of fun digging into some of their earlier albums and hearing deeper tracks I’d never encountered before. For whatever reason, the debut seems to be the forgotten Trooper record. I can sort of see why. Aside from those two...

Goodness me, look what the bins coughed up. Black Market's Changing of the Guard . The album came out back in '81 on the small El Mocambo imprint. As far as covers go, this is about as cheesy as they come. Except, I don't think it was meant to be cheese, as there is a special salute to the Royal Regiment of Canada on the bottom right corner on the back cover. There was something familiar about the guy with the stache and glasses holding a machine gun pulling off a beret. Sure enough a quick scan of the back cover reveals a cigar chompin' Dominic Troiano. The two shadowy figures are wearing face coverings so it's hard to know if they're props or if drummer Paul DeLong and bassist Bob Wilson didn't want to show their faces. It's interesting to me that this was released as a Dominic Troiano solo album. I suspect that after almost a half dozen records that Dominic wanted to try something different - hence the new band. I suppose it makes sense. Black Market ...

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,...

I still have a fairly big pile of Marco Polo Platters waiting for their turn on the record player. I have to say the little store, which I may as well plug, since who knows how long they’ll keep doing it, has not been great at repopulating its small section of clearance items. Sunrise Records is probably the last of the mall record stores still standing in Canada. Oh well, I’ll keep checking, as I still manage to find myself lost and abandoned with frightening regularity. I almost didn't pick this up as it was Vol. 2 , and the obsessive completest in me could not handle getting an album out of sequence. In the end, as you can tell, it didn't stop me. I persevered, I overcame, I willed myself to push forward ... in the end, I am here victorious, and am listening to, and writing about Vol 2. before I've even heard Vol. 1 . Way to go me. Now, to be fair, this isn't the first time I'm hearing the band, I just don't really remember what I've heard. They've ...