Primrods, Live at the Legion

Down with dreams!

The Primrods, One Night Only

Yes! The Primrods! Legends! One night only! At the Legion. Secret show. I should be there. I want to be there. Check me in five minutes and I'll be there. Half of my radio friends are already there! It'll be like old times. Lemme just bust out this old Chixdiggit shirt.

I'm not going.

I want to be there. I even knew about the show a week or so ago, but I'm at home auditioning for the role of Father of the Year. Tomorrow is my daughter's First Communion and something like sixty members of my family are coming over to celebrate. It's an early morning affair, sure to bring with it lots of photographs, aunts, cousins, nieces, nephews, the whole army of Italian relatives. Once upon a time I might have been a scenester and sometimes I still get to pretend I'm a music journalist, but tomorrow I need to be an Italian-Canadian dad and I want that more.

So, instead of heading out to rock n' roll into the wee hours, I'm at home, writing - which is kinda fitting, since that's really how it mostly happened all those years ago anyways.

Away we go?

Gearing for a family wedding this weekend. Shenanigans sure to follow. Bachelor party already in progress - will I arrive to hear tales to rival these?

Song of the Day: Timber Timbre, Black Water

Because here in Calgary, underneath all this snow, we haven't seen the sun in days.

Song of the Day: Kid Koala, Moon River

Once upon a time, long ago, I had Kid Koala on my radio show, and he was a lot of fun. He blew my mind when Scratchhappyland came out, and this afternoon, he's doing it again.

Songs of the Day: Holy Fuck, Frank Turner

I'm sitting all alone in my office this morning, totally rocking out to this little ditty:

Here's a bonus:

Oh, and did you notice that guy in the crowd with the Frank Turner t-shirt? Yeah, I picked up his First Three Years compilation this weekend and it's been getting some heavy heavy rotation on my ipod. I picked out this particular youtube video because he picks up on a theme that I used to dwell on back in my radio days, namely that the real costs of Ralph Klein's erosion of social supports for young people will only makes itself truly known once these people are older. The Klein generation is just finishing coming of age now, and all those comments about their rampant apathy? Where do you think that came from? Frank Turner explains:

Slainte to all you Irish girls and boyos!

1. When I was a kid, I thought Brendan Behan was a total bad ass. I was defenseless against his charm and specifically his wanton, drunken, supposed irrationalism. That he’d been jailed for revolutionary activities with the IRA only added to his allure. He was the perfect antidote to my rigid and very intellectual high school education. Behan's behaviour, like Jackie Gleason's, was largely irresponsible and self-destructive, but when I was young I just wanted to be that bold, though all my education trained me otherwise.

2. I’m about as Irish as Wayne Gretzky’s Belarussian, maybe even less so, but growing up I wanted to be Irish. I wanted it real bad. I guess it’s to be expected with an Irish first name, but I also wanted to be a writer. I was inspired by reading James Joyce’s Ulysses to write my first novel, at age 18. It dealt with parking lot attendants, Calgary’s run-down Victoria Park neighbourhood, and took place, like Ulysses, within a 24 hour time frame.

3. I was once given an opportunity to go to the local Fine Arts school for acting, but turned it down in favour of my crushingly academic path, so that it’s Jackie Gleason in the photo below doesn’t hurt. That his family, like my own, hails from Cork, is even better.

4. The Pogues’ song about the Irish-American experience, “The Body of The American” has always and immediately reminded me of my own past growing up as an Italian-Canadian, perhaps indicating just how much the two immigrant experiences overlapped.

5. So in typical Brendan Behan fashion, let's all disappear for an hour or so and then reappear only to act opposite to whatever state we were in, charming everyone in the process.

Slainte!