Mule makes a fine point

90% of the press i have ever got has come from the mighty Mule, and he has done it again with a fine review of the latest 21TR CD.

I really have to find that "link HTML", but none the less. Mule gives us some high praise ending with:

"This album lives up to its title. 21 Tandem Repeats don’t want to be anyone (other than themselves). They’re tight, smart, and completely free of attitude or pretension. They’re through being cool. I wonder what they’re doing in the music business."

Funny cause i was just on that waffle last night... what the fuck am i doing in the music business... because it is a business don't you know. I guess it is my rebellion to do the opposite of what the music business would dictate, one should do with the added bonus of what I'm doing being completely right for me.

Kind of like when CT and i go out and pick up garbage from around the neighborhood because we are sick of looking at it, or when i end up on my bike almost being killed by a car... but I'm on my bike for exercise and to avoid burning fossil fuels... but the car people think the roads are for them and them only because they have selfish small minds. I always like the bike riders that go down the center of the lane taking non stop harassment from the vehicles behind who want them to move over so they can race by the cyclist and get to their oh so important rendezvous.

Or talking to my parents the other day and the fact that my niece has asthma and she is like 7 years old (lives in Toronto), and they say that most kids have it... and then the next sentence is about protecting the economy. So i ask my mom id it's more important for her granddaughter to be able to breath or that her oil stocks keep value? And don't get me wrong my Mom is a saint who would do anything for her granddaughter but the idea of "harming" the economy is so embedded into the citizens of our culture that we will continue with insane policies?

So it's up to people like me to exist as an example of doing things for the right reasons... wow where did this confidence come from? Better stop now.

I'm up all night

That was Mark Andrewski's calling card... He would hit you in the arm and say "we're up all night". Back then we would play hockey on a commodore 64. It would take an episode of Sanford and Son to load the damn game and then we would play, get caught up in the action and begin screaming until our landlord/roommate Joe burst into the room asking us how did it happen that we became so fucked.

I remember one time... Well let me set this up... Joe was a respiratory therapist and worked odd shifts at the hospital so there were times when it was very important and difficult for him to sleep. But that's not to take away from the stakes of a 2-2 tie late in the third period. Like I mean you have already invested an hour loading the game, and then playing it... So when our team went up 3-2 with a minute remaining, you can understand the need for some fine celebration. We were so into the game it was like I forgot it was 4:13 AM. Joe reminded us that it was indeed 4:13 AM, but unfortunately we couldn't pause the game, and clearly couldn't give him the attention he was looking for. Like I mean, it would be insulting to him to wake him, and then go on to lose the game in the final minute. He didn't quite see it that way, and in fact took it more in the other direction, like it was a further insult to wake a man and then ignore him as he was berating the wakers. Reminds me of this song called the takers I wrote a long time ago... Should pull that one out.

They have a 3 on 3 hockey game on the CBC website... Maybe I should play that and wake up CT and Kaiya celebrating a goal... How do you think that one would go over?

Have you ever woken a mother's child? I'd rather claim an Elk carcass from a Grizzly Bear. The grizzly bear would kill you immediately and your pain would be over. Like if you went down for a glass of water and tripped over a large pile of clothes in the middle of the staircase... That were so carelessly left on a chair out of harms way... And as you fell smashing down the stairs chipping you tail bone and bruising you elbows you might be then accosted for making a noise that could wake people up.

Wonder if I should resolve to be less of a failure for next year?

I don't know.. I kind of like being a failure... Like what if I became a success... Everything would change... I wouldn't know how to interpret things, and I would have all the wrong reactions. The chain would be broken and I would be lost... It would be the classic Man vs Environment we know so well from our film studies.

Nothing wrong with CBC radio 3

So you can imagine my alarm when I get an email from the producer of the CBC Radio 3 saying that she was reading online that I was having troubles with my site. I believe it was the un fucking believable blogaroo a few posts back... a good lesson for old Robertson... When you have problems ask for help... Rather than slinking to your blog and griping. I'll say that Mary-Anne Korosi, is a fine human fighting a noble cause and all my problems are history. Well I did upload a lot more of the Canada Lynx Records catalogue (still have to do the rest of Represented and Knockout hits) so we will see what I did wrong soon enough.

If you are in a band and you are in Canada your most important site is NewMusicCanada.. or now CBC radio 3. It is your vein into the CBC, and if you do searches on the internet it is usually the CBC site that comes up first... Possibly Myspace may challenge that now, but none the less that is the key one. Your music is secure and you might even get played on the finest station going (smiley faced PR?).

It always kills me how when you want to get a gig everybody needs a physical CD to play some shithole bar where the onus is on the band to bring the party. Slipping into that negative territory...

My daughter Kaiya is up and telling me she needs the one with the bears on it so she can change a stuffed rabbits diaper... It is an hour past her bedtime and she is blocking me out of her subconscious by keeping on task.

"you need to go to bed", I say "you are sick and you were up all night last night keeping mommy and daddy up" I add. "but I, I, I ,I am just tying rabbits hair" she says.

Getting off topic

but what are blogs for.

"if you have a po po I'll put this on you" she said moments before being plucked off the floor and put back to bed

I had to work her pretty hard

now I wonder if I were to start griping about the acid farts I have been having... Would my doctor email me in a few days and tell me to cut out the "all grapefruit diet"?

Why not another Blogaroo?

Blogaroo- a single post within a blog

I feel like the last series of posts was perhaps negative... And then there was that conversation with Willingdon Black in which he said something like "you have got to get that picture of me out of there". Would this one have been better... I believe that I was particularly pleased that a perfect working example of Robertson bone logic had been realized.

Getting off topic again. It was Christmas, and tomorrow I go back to work. Our family went to Pemberton and got snowed in for a day... Myself and CT went for a Christmas eve snow shoe hike into the dark valley and heard Quiet. It was very peaceful so calm in fact that I though about the city and had a violent flashing urge to smash a brick through the teeth... Wait a minute, peace and goodwill to all.

My daughter had a fine day, and was generally more interested in taking care of babies than the whole Christmas vibe. We were at Tam and Jude's place and there were presents and cheer galore, Kaiya enjoyed the excitement and the chocolate in her stocking. You see we are trying to develop some of our own family Christmas rituals that don't revolve around the idea that you MUST race out to a crowded shopping center to buy some piece of crap to show you love every member of your family (Fancy lady had some good points with regard to community shopping). CT and Kaiya made me a picture and Kaiya and I painted CT a ceramic bowl. Although not perfect our ritual is growing roots, Kaiya had a blast just hanging out all day together and I guess that a good start.

Then we came home and I locked antlers with my computer in an effort to further my "music career"... Hit laugh track. Now that would be something... If a computer could watch when a person is reading and when they hit a particular spot a laugh track plays. Possibly some scrolling thing. You know I'm just kidding, although I did spend some time trying to make music available on "free" sites. There is just too much music out there, and I don't feel music is as important as it use to be. I remember in the 70's I had a friend who was much older than I... Like an older brother and I would go and see him and in his room we would listen to Supertramp and Pink Floyd... His room was books LP's and a turntable... He was in High school and I in public school.

Take a kid in high school now, you can play video games, surf the net, play with photoshop, make movies, make music, leave irritating messages on others myspace pages, blog... It's just not the same world where Music was the main outlet.

So why should people care? But then they go ape shit over shallow celebrity news and then you are reminded about what a joke it all is.

Insanity

Just spent another day uploading Canada Lynx Records Music to various places.

I listened to track 1 (come again) on our CBC radio 3 21 tandem Repeats page... The file was completely slowed down... So it sounded like a deep sea version. Unfucking believable, and then there is the Supersimian "on frozen Pond" that cuts off halfway through the song... Which I'm sure came in handy when I sent Hockey night in Canada the link to that song to see if they wanted to use it. Some days it feels like the whole world is against me. It's like it is impossible for me not to be represented as a complete jackass. You ever wondered if somebody hates you?

I think I fixed the Come again track but for some reason I cannot access the Roadbed or Supersimian... That would be too easy... What we need is another ordeal. Ever listen to Last FM? We have some stuff up there, I guess I could post a link but I don't feel like going through the agony that might take.

and old post with a photo from last year

Willingdon Black posing with a paper mask that's nose juts out into a narrow walkway... notice the broken nose.

****December 27, 2004

People who put their noses in things that break noses, end up with broken noses.

That is vintage S. Robertson. i announced that as a reply to a question and then cackled with glee afterwards. Of the rest of the people in the room some enjoyed, others were confused, and a few seemed rather traumatized with the inherent violence of it all. In a sense it's just bone hockey logic, a dialect picked up from the red-necked sector of the game.

When I was younger I did enjoy "weirding people out", but now that i recognize what a bad idea that is on so many levels... so I try to avoid doing that. But being me often puts one in a position where I have to contradict myself... shit man I should run for president... or secretary of defense!

A waffle

21 TANDEM REPEATS
Never Wanted to Be Anyone (Canadalynx)... **** should be (Canada Lynx Records)

Super Robertson, who leads this band and has a regular Wednesday Night at the Railway Club, might be the weakest element of this record. He's not a great singer, which perhaps is why his voice is down in the mix, yet it has character.
Presumably, Robertson also is the main writer and at this he's not great either, yet this second album has charm. It's long on atmosphere, even vaguely psychedelic, making it easy to get caught up in it's swirling patterns, but the album could use more real songs such as the title track or "Failure" to seem more than a wank. C
- Tom Harrison


What would be the quotes

21 Tandem Repeats "Never Wanted to Be Anyone"

"has character"

Tom Harrison Vancouver Province

or

21 Tandem Repeats "Never Wanted to Be Anyone"

"this album has charm"

Tom Harrison Vancouver Province

or

21 Tandem Repeats "Never Wanted to Be Anyone"

"long on atmosphere, even vaguely psychedelic"

Tom Harrison Vancouver Province

or

21 Tandem Repeats "Never Wanted to Be Anyone"

"real songs such as the title track or "Failure""

Tom Harrison Vancouver Province

I guess then name of the game is to take a bloodbath and make it look like a rose garden... That's where the money is in high level BS.

I had some reservations about posting this on the blog... The most obvious being the savage beating that I personally took... One would think that you would let that kind of blow over and hope nobody caught it. Well in some ways it's good to analyze things. I disagree with some of the reviewers points outright, but I also see a few things that were done that would lead a writer to those conclusions if the music wasn't their bag. In some ways I am pleasantly pleased that the album was disliked by a modern rock critic... That dislike may prove to serve us well. Mostly I can't be upset because the CD got reviewed. As a matter of fact the CD I did before this one SUPERSIMIAN "How the tiger got Lionized", got reviewed by the same Tom Harrison who liked it and commented on the great writing. To me it's just great to get reviewed in with a pile of other REAL bands... you know what i mean

The slippery eel

"Your colleagues in Korea may have called me 'the slippery eel' because I was too charming for them to catch me," he said. "That nickname was given to me because I was too friendly to the media Â… I promise today I can be a pretty straight shooter when I have to."

This is the man who is to lead the United Nations starting next year and his biggest task is to... "You could say I am a man on a mission, and my mission could be dubbed Operation Restore Trust,"

Is the slippery eel a beacon of trust able to ooze through the barbs if international geopolitics driven by world economics. Or is he a master sugar coater?

I was going to update that bastard Super robertson supper show blog but fate had me already signed into this dog of a bitter rue-fill jackass.

thats right i posted a comment on Difficult music earlier in the evening before that savage encounter with the myspace bulletin board. But here we are in my backyard where the NIMBY phenomenon is king.

I am actually beginning to get the FEAR again over this show next saturday. It all started with a reply to an email earlier this week. I had emailed a publicist who is helping me out with the release of this 21 tandem repeats CD. i basically said in this last week what should i focus on... he gave the obvious answer that had eluded me... get as many people out as possible and kick some ass! Grande fucking bone wisdom if you ask me... that is exactly what you need to do, get some fucking people out to the show and kick some ass.

now the problem of course lies in my lazy and negative attitude towards my whole music "career". i have taken too many beatings over the years to the point where i was going to retire last year and focus on trying to do creative writing rather than music... but circumstance had other ideas for me and as a man of great faith in the omens i need to follow them. the problem is of course that i find myself in a position as the CEO of a record company trying to con people into the idea that 21 tandem repeats is important, versus the concept of being a player who just wants to play. The ever quotable Jason Rodney once sang "it's a fast food industry" at the end of the song Chicken... where is he when you really need him (arguing with the dean of medicine in some state university in detroit), but thats beside the point.

What should i post on the Supper Show Blog... who cares about some chump fool free show, all them consumers are paying

Here is an interesting development.

My little girl is sick and i just spend some time by her bed making her feel better... she is so sweet, poor little girl all stuffed up.

And then you remember what is important, but then you flash back to the idea that if you are going to do something then do it right! had a few interesting conversations in the last few days. One with a guy name Ryan Townsend... another fine member of the V5T postal code, who is a man with a great belief in the emerging Vancouver music scene, a fine singer and songwriter himself, a man with an infectious enthusiasm for the great possibility. it would take me hours to...

never-mind i'll just post this

wow, i couldn't leave just yet... like i have to repair this series of unconnected thoughts... hey i could play drums tomorrow night... that's a soothing idea... very soothing... now i can't open my email... i don't understand... this is a live nervous breakdown... don't even think of spellchecking this bitch... too late now I'm off that wonderful tangent and on to other things like self analysis which must be some form of egotism when you think about it... I gotta be that Condo salesman that lurks inside of me.

If i didn't have art i might have become a highly successful condo salesman, i can put on a show, and i am a natural fucking ass hole, an unfortunate tendency that i have managed to curb in recent years.

A Profile.. i am a decent man who just plucked a beard hair from his computer keyboard. i have strong values but am weak when it comes to creating situations where people who react wildly when confronted with certain conditions meet a heavy dose of those conditions head on.

Thats why i love Rodney, he understands the full scope of the crushing situation imposed yet has a honors PHD degree in his own reactions to travesties. I win with him and against him. While we are on Rodney this is the latest... so i sent him a letter addressed with a personal insult and he bought a drum kit for my child and had me pick it up from Toys are Us where the retarded staff took an hour to find it. I might add that ther is nothing in that store that is worth buying... actually there are some necessary things for infants.

i have to get off this computer... i will post without even re reading and no edits with respect to spell checking...

i guess that was me

Oh yea

Come to the Western Front on Saturday December 16 2006 303 east 8th ave. Vancouver B.C at 8:00PM.. it's apparently really important that there is this appearance that people care about the band 21 Tandem Repeats

Just drinking and thinking

There has to be a berrte way... Make that a better way.

That statement will all become gibberish if I black out ant let the spell checker take the reins... Which is usually a pretty good option around here. Set lists and a waning belief in oneself dominated the first few beers.. And then there was this sense of coming victory and the score was all there.

And then a man plays an empty cave that cost him plenty.

Of course the Christmas spirit... What is the Christmas Spirit? Some innate consumer response.

we have a little girl who will turn 3 in march... How to celebrate Christmas without training a young mind to be a fool consumer?

Is there ever any real permanent happiness to being a consumer?

Don't get me wrong, there may be.... Like perhaps a certain guitar player who loves the hunt for a new guitar amp, and it is the hunt that they love... So making the kill (the purchase) could kill the hunt and hence ruin everything.

probably a bad example because a guitar amp is a purchase of possibilities and I begat this exercise to flog plastic wrapped plastic toys as a bad idea for a developing smart mind.

Water

Word has it that they were rioting in Cosco over water... Too bad I wasn't there because i probably could have got a few free shots in. You know a stinging left hook to the side of another person's head... The kind of person that would riot over water in Cosco.

Makes you wonder what might happen when the big earthquake hits and Richmond goes into the Ocean, North and West Van have a few subdivisions shift a few thousand feet down...

Hopefully the roads wont be too wrecked... Wouldn't want to miss my favorite part of the day... Reading the front page of the local papers. "How could this Happen!" or "Speed skating dome in the Ocean... No time to rebuild before the Olympics", or, Hundreds Riot for food and water.

not that I want this to happen, but it just seems that our species has just become so useless, it becomes irritating.

As I have said to a few who have made mad dashes to get water... You can always boil it... You still have electricity. And the response "but it tastes gross"... But it will keep you alive if that's what you are panicking about. One of the nameless persons supported the invasion of Iraq years ago on the principle that "Saddam" was a dictator and the world needed the Oil in good hands. Now those people have it rough... Years of no good water, no electricity, and a good chance of getting shot if you go out to find water... I guess not much economy in a land where there is nothing but broken buildings and depleted uranium vapor.

Well I guess I'll just go down and take a shit in my toilet that is filled with fine drinking water, that happens to be a bit cloudy, and then see what's in the frigde, maybe I'll call up somebody on the telephone and complain about something.

Give your head a shake people of Vancouver.

Made a fatal mistake

As the member of our household who is responsible for making the daily dinner I have taken it as a matter of pride to do good. If you are going to do something, do it right. I would say that I am a good cook, but I have lapses of total insanity. Every once in a while wieners and beans can work, provided you have the right wieners and the right beans. I am a salmon or Lamb and rice specialist... Piazzas are good, and I make a mean meatball, and a fine lasagna... But earlier this week while doing the shopping I saw a can of Manwitch... Basically a sloppy Joe recipe... But in a can. It is kind of like the wieners and beans, low rent but possibly tasty. Now what I should have done was take that idea and make sloppy joe's on my own, but no I bought the damn can, and to make a long story short ended up throwing out 1/2 a kilo of ground beef as it was ruined with some inedible shit.

never let your guard down, this world is brimming with stupidity

I'm beginning to hate Mac

From the man who said that computers will be the downfall of society, who then bought a G4 and it could do anything he wanted until there was no more internet support, and a fine operating system was abandoned. Well we have 4 computers in the house and only the old big tower can record music, because of stupid fuckery. For some bizarre reason CT's old ibook can only operate with the old operating system in "Classic " format... Which is an application within an application which doesn't have enough power to operate my old dinosaur setup... That happens to be a fine functional multitrack recording studio... The new ones need a "core audio driver" that is impossible to get.

what kind of a shithole company allows a hardworking family to spend about 9 grand on computers and not be able to do what the honest family wants. I don't give a rats ass about "newer" and "better" technology. I just want to spend what little time I have doing some work and not fucking around and trying to get the things I paid good money for to communicate. They are trying to force me to buy more but that's a waste and an environmental disaster. Oh yea I forgot progress is the cash register ringing... There is an song in there if I could ever align one of these pieces of shit.

The Failure generation

Hi, my name is Super Robertson... Well I'm also know by some as Mark Robertson, and I am a member of the sucker generation.

We were the fools that got zinged by education... Massive tuition increases but the strong promise of work of those with an "educated mind". A nation of hammerheads plum with student debt working in coffee shops, or doing manual labor. And we spent our 20's idolizing "the slacker" and then it was time to settle down and buy a home... Take another hosing on the housing bubble where you can get all the debt you will ever need (and then some) so you can stylise your own home on more credit.

Chip in the fact that we were the fools that have to live in a poisoned world on the broken promise of industrial progress and I think a case could be made for the term "the failure generation".

We accept insanity as normal... have we just been trained for this role?

To answer the question

Fuse lit bombs

It was a dream where we set off to firebomb a friends house (something I did for real from time to time). But this was going to be the mother of all firebombs and the whole town was in on it... And of course when we got there nobody had any matches or lighters and everybody blamed me.

Kind of like a dream where you can't run when you need to. The song was originally titled "Uncle Jerry A'Hearn" in honour of Jerry, my tree-planting boss turned friend, and the words were all there and so I phoned him and left it on his answering machine to record it but it got lost and I could never recapture what I thought I had that day so years later I had the dream and put the song together.

I remember Carl Fatman asked Lily Frost if she ever wrote any of her songs in her dreams... She laughed at him pointing out that she wasn't in a dream writing but rather has written about dreams. She is a winner that girl.

Anyhoo i hope that answers the question.

Possibly we should have ask SR a question blogaroos?

aloha suckers

American elections with respect to ballot measures

In the land of the free I do find it interesting how it seems more important for people to stop other people from doing things in the privacy of their own life and at the same time refuse to take a step in the right direction with respect to the debacle humans are in with respect to the use of fossil fuels.

This is what the people are saying to their government... And the government is suppose to listen right?

And what's all this talk of impeachment being off the table?

Not worth titling

Good work Mule, getting some stuff up on the supper show blog... I was about to delete that whole dog. I never would have done it but it crossed my mind... Another grand scoping project that got left in the gutter of life.

S Bloggerson... I don't mind that at all. I remember one time my daughter was eating ice cream and of course she had to lick the bowl clean and then had stuff all over her face... I called her Grubberson and she said "No daddy I'm not grubberson I'm Kaiya". And then later I was relating the story to my father and when he heard grubberson he said "Hey, we don't like Grubberson... We are sensitive around here".
I have very little in common with the rest of the world, or at least I think that all the time... Which reminds me... I should plug in my ipod so that I can hear music tomorrow when I am getting soaked in another torrential rain brought on by the "pineapple express".

Remember the time pooh bear goes out to wish everybody a happy windsday... And when he gets to Owls house Owl scoffs at him and launches into a story about the great wind of 72, or was it 73... "Anyway pooh I would hardly call it a windsday, more like a spring zepher".

Now that's good stuff

Ha I used that ruler

It's always important to use things... Otherwise they appear useless and fall prey to rash thinking insane maniacs.

The potatoes are close to 1 inch cube like pieces.

SR

I felt a weird tangle when I first used the word "inch"...

Bloggerson eat's what comes his way

Listening to la little Chris Rippin... He put this record out this year and it is a nice listen... This track I am rather fond of... Can't go downstairs now and find out. This is a true blogaroo... Remember the blogaroo of course you do... Its... hmm I just went downstairs... I was prompted by the "Hey MR how long has that chicken been in the oven"... My answer was the truth minus ten minutes... And then I had to get down and do some investigating... The potatoes are delicious.

King SR's deluxe fried potatoes

Get your wife to prepare small potatoes into 1-2 inch cubes... Try not to spell wife five.
Have her soak them in water for the night
Appear on the scene and rub your beard then decide to boil the potatoes gaping out a few times only to hear that overboiling hiss. Salt the water aggressively.
After the potatoes are boiled strain them then coat them in a fine Olive oil and spice the bastards... (I went with some "Greek seasoning")

Put them on a fine no stick cookie tray and bake them at 400 F

get distracted and hope you smell them before they are too burned ( good to have your work area {big laughs on the words work} above the oven.

Taste and claim victory or start working on an excuse.

Proof they just don't get it

The Harper government introduced on Thursday a proposed clean air act that would begin regulating smog levels by 2010 and looks to cut greenhouse gas emissions in half by 2050.

A vague and delayed response to a immediate and possibly irreversible catastrophe I learned about and was convinced 19 years ago in a geography class at West Hill Collegiate Institute.

So in 4 years we will begin... Unless there is another stall, and that never happens in politics. And by 2050 we will be cutting emissions by half... So in 44 years what happens if there are 2x as many of us polluting at half the rate we were 44 years ago.

Like I mean shouldn't technological innovation cut pollutants by that much easily therefore never taxing our precious economy.

I sense a "Nobody could have seen this coming" moment.

And then there is the odd jackass..

There are people out there who want to be rock stars who become confused and think that they are artists.

That is a very key statement full of truth... The kind of truth that most don't care for... I want to make it, is what I want to do but the moment I am given advise I blow it off because I am an artist. Either one is cool to me, but it is more a point of doing things right. You want to be a star then do the things that make a person a star, and if you want to be an artist... Although I think you would be an artist and you could nurture that thing inside you.

I all doesn't really matter... Be a business man for all it matters... Sell crap to fools. This is the Best thing for you... That fool thing you already have is useless... What do you do for a living man " I sell crap to fools, It's amazing what people will believe... It's not bad I can basically work my own hours and as long as my sales don't slide nobody gives a shit"

A whole nation of self expressing Hammerheads swimming towards the same kill unwittingly feeding the machine.

it was a rainy day...

Indeed, why not mention the weather... Works for family.

Better than posting the long unedited version of Carl Fatman and Mule Hughes discussing memory. Just imagine the Mule sitting at his computer.. Recall "how to write a blogaroo"... And he does his rounds on the world wide web and there it is an awkward 10 minutes of an aggressive Mule schooling Carl Fatman in journalism. There is one point when Carl is struggling and Mule snaps his fingers and says "cummon pick it up Carl". One of the fine keys is the use of the word "Carl"... Not like those other boobs that kept calling Carl by another name. I tell you, you can lead a horse to water...

I could just give up blogging and follow Mule around with a video camera... The title of this film is Mule Hughes riding the bus... I could dress up like a disheveled beardman reeking of booze and tobacco and sit next to him while another clever cameraman films the interaction... "Dysrhythmia, —Barriers and Passages is a shit CD" I would say in a breathy breath... But a guy like you might like them" and then nail the Mule with a hard elbow to the ribs.

Oh wellIi guess some things are better to think about than actually do.

Aint that right Mule

mule hughes a victor

a collection of unanswered questions

I was reading a quote that had something to do with the worst sin you can have toward someone is not to hate them but rather to be indifferent to them as that is the essence of inhumanity. Point taken, but I'm not too sure that the one being hated would agree. A similar idea occurred in a book i read to Kaiya the other day... it is called "I like you"... and one of the reasons a character gave for liking somebody is that when they are mad at you you are mad at them too.

I am usually one to be indifferent, choosing to avoid arguments. Often it is because i don't feel the argument will solve anything... i am probably wrong, but that happens from time to time. It is one of those philosophical points that may have more merit in discussion that in practice. It might be one of the key developments of our evolution as social creatures who have had incredible resources poured into training us as consumers.

We are not people rather a demographic of consumers... where am i going with this? I try not to be a consumer, and i don't bother with people who irritate me... wasn't it William S Burroughs who said in a song titled worlds advise to young people "If you meat someone who makes you feel like you have lost a quart of plasma AVOID that person... you need that like a hole in the head.

It can be good to be challenged however... that will be the goal for the upcoming 21 Tandem Repeats year, although I'm not sure hate need be involved. I guess it's the word hate that is so wrong, just a strong word.

Back to 21 Tandem repeats.. as per usual. So were are sitting on a good CD and a bunch of songs that we could go in and record again, but there is just too much potential to do more, to create a "sound" for the band, or a voice... i do believe we have and have always had a voice. As Winnie the Pooh would say "it all comes from working together"... we all work differently but we need to find a way. I recall reading about a great band and how they wrote material together and the member was saying that they collect their best riffs and go from there, which is about the best place to start when songwriting. i have usually found that there are very few arguments when putting a good song together because it feels right, and when you are trying to put that flash into a bad song everybody has exhausting ideas that go nowhere... never be afraid to ban a song, it could have some potential but a song is never worth more than the band, even if it happens to be "charting" on some little known web page.

I remember doing a song with Roadbed called Honest Beardman... a kind of joke song that was shit together in the studio... later when Roadbed was chosen to be one of the countries top 10 emerging bands there was a battle of the bands competition held online and the song "Honest Beardman" was representing us... in some ways it was unfortunate and in another way it was fitting.

I did another late night show at the railway last thursday and i could be done with those. I feel like we play a mean supper show, and i don't care to organize others further. It got me to thinking about thinking outside the box for shows. One idea i had was to go and play some high schools (sure sure bright idea Robertson) and possibly talk a bit about what it is like to be in a band, and to encourage kids to get a proper education and enjoy music. I think too many people get in bands and think that they are going to make it and end up bitter broken souls... and music doesn't need to be that. i remember going to camp and looking forward to the campfire where there would be songs to enjoy together. Now it seems like most people go to shows to

1) Be seen so you will go to their show
2) Drink
3) Be seen because they know the person playing and there is pressure to support them
4) socialize

and then sometimes people go to listen. I will note at this time that many bands suck horribly and play at ear piercing volumes all under some delusion that they are the next generation of their heroes.

I am lucky music works for me.

S. Robertson Vs Pigeons

S. Robertson Vs Pigeons
Pigeon's are nesting above my balcony
There are some very bad deification problems
I am all for killing those Pigeons

They are not a Native species is the position I would take for those who shriek at such a though. Not only that, Life is not always fair and I need the pigeon shit thing to stop. We have gone through the usual methods, the obvious one being changing the arrangement of the cinder blocks so that they are not prime roosting territory. But the damn birds associate theat patio above me as their natural home.

I have contacted the strata about getting a peregrine falcon for the building... Something I should just do. What building wouldn't want their own peregrine falcon.

This way the falcon could do the killing and it would be a thing of honor, and not the savageness of having the bearded guy in #110, who has a poster in the lobby of his head on a platter with a fork in it climb up the building an murder a pigeon family in front of his young daughter. It would be a fine lesson in species management, a division of population biology to a young mind.

You shouldn't kill animals, but you would crush a mosquito if it bit you. Now if a Pigeon family rains shit on you for a month, are you a savage for rubbing them out. It almost needs a violent death so that word gets out to all of the other pigeons... that was a bad place to make a habit of roosting.

A Falcon would put the proper fear into the local pigeon population, but that would mean meetings with the strata to put a proper falcon roost on the roof, and living in pigeon shit can be more enjoyable than a strata meeting.

So we find ourselves again back to the obvious hit job.

Possibly I should get my neighbor (upstairs) a cat... That is another good idea! If I got him an Orange cat, it could put a whole new spin on a concept... I could say... I like your no show walking, I like your lack of parties, but what I really like is your Orange cat... I don't think them pigeons would dig that too much, a nice alpha predator in your roosting, shitting space.

I'll get a nice cat and leave it at his door... a little bow around it's neck. If I try and give it to him and he refuses then I'll be shot down and any cat effort will be traced back to me.

What if I just get a BB gun and shoot the birds, those birds have got to go!

More gibberish

Create new post eh!

why not, not like i need to sleep or anything. Just peck away like a hammerhead.

Hammerhead Ed

I use to call him edjackass, but hammerhead ed is far superior. He is this self centered dude I work with... Not that that narrows it down at all. But hey we all only care about ourselves right... What is it that WE are getting out of this situation.

I was talking to a fellow after the Supper Show the other night who was telling me that you can't kill a Buddha. I guess there is this story of an elephant sent to kill a Buddha and it goes on a rampage and kills all manner of things but when it comes close to the Buddha it feels the love vibrations and cannot kill. By the way Hammerhead Ed is defiantly no Buddha... Clearly. But would a guy who represents a giant money company be able to kill a Buddha if the buddha's home was over a valuable money field. Your are damn Skippy he would... Last thing the world needs is another shifty Buddha threatening the commerce of the free world.

What about this one... My old buddy Big wave use to lay this one on me ever once in a while.

Buddha went out to sit in the forest and he became enlightened... Then all the animals of the forest came and sat with him... It was then that he realized he was enlightened, lost his enlightenment and the animals left. He then realized and refocused and became enlightened again but the animals did not come near him because they new he was enlightened.

I guess it's the animals that have a natural sense of things in all of these stories but as humans we suffer natural insanity and continue to fail to grasp the fundamental concepts.

Take the real estate market... ITS GOING TO KEEP GOING UP UNTIL THE OLYMPICS AND THE IT WILL LEVEL OFF. Every agent and his flock of fools has been crowing on that statement well into this era where housing affordablility has completely disappeared. Now as even the banks are mentioning the word recession and the US market is tanking WE ARE DIFFERENT they say IT'S JUST LEVELING OFF they say. What kind of a fool would buy a home and pay more in interest to own all the problems of home ownership, without the possibility of ever reasonably paying it off, that if that fool were to just rent. It is just such a simple concept. It's like people racing to buy BreX moments before it became useless... Well not that bad.

The writer

The writer is best in his unique environment. Possibly he moves to create this environment so that he will be able to write. Occasionally he shocks himself by wandering into other environments so that he is reminded that his environment IS THE PLACE TO BE.

or is it not always like that. Possibly many different environments could work but by subjecting oneself to chance you may come across the wrong environment, which could teach you about the elements of your pro setup.

Clearly this is all purely hypothetical, like an empty bowl of vegetable chips... Like a potato is not a vegetable chip. A potato is a vegetable my friends, and a potato with yellow food coloring does not mean that it is a carrot, right. But lets face it who wants a carrot chip.

I wonder if "healthy" vegetable chips that cost an arm and a leg (not that I'm some kind of a savage cheapskate) contain trans-fats... ie non hydrogenated oils.

Do we need a chemistry lesson... Sorry to intrude on this point.

Tasty fat is a carbon chain (carbon is an element) surrounded by Hydrogen and Hydrogen and oxygen together.

H H H H H H H H
H-C-C-C-C-H = non hydrogenated H-C-C-C-C-OH = Hydrogenated
H H H H H H H H

I think I just drew Butane whish is a gas and not a tasty fat. Imagine more C's and while you are imagining you may as well salt the fucker



the OH group (you can get more of them) is the heart killer that gets all the press. If you go and buy Ruffles chips it says on the label No trans Fat. It means that they used a more health friendly oil to fry the chip in... But do "healthy" vegetable chips have to go that far or are they already covered with the vegetable idea. i think ther is a law about that now...

I will go down and check.

Son of a bitch I'm talking out my ass... The whole term is saturated or unsaturated. The trans thing has to do with the placement of the... OH group

This is total gibberish... I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about... This is where one should just delete and go to sleep.

Eat some dried fruit and drink some water... I just went into a chemistry website and remembered why I got into music, which may bring us back to some long stretch from the origin of this blogaroo.

delete or just go to sleep

I need to write some words

Why?

2 new Rojas bass inspired songs.

I am the man the being you see made strong with flesh and bones
the inner conversation that I have will always lead me home
when you meet a soul with your eyes and touch the heart
you send a message aim for the like a bullseye for a dart

yea were going to have some good times around here
me and my buddies of this earth... Don't you go changing

I am a rock who is happy with my efforts I am a tower
I'll change one small behavior, and that will give me power
I will be patient with the problems I cannot solve in an instant
I remember in a former song I rhymed instant with pistant

Yea were going to have some good times around here
me and my buddies of this earth... Don't you go changing



and then


sooth yourself , treated to the rhythm of nothing in particular
move yourself, feet feet moving and your arms swing circular
I describe a thought not really a though but grabbing at something
I decide what is a though when I writing a song called tong thing

it's not over rather that this thing needs to find it's own
like a flower reaching to the sun and it starts to grow

Help aside we can wait for the ocean to bring the tide
And we stride like a ship sailing to the other side
As we grow, we can feel the affects of the body age
remember that, you can be a victim of your violent rage

it's not over rather that this thing needs to find it's own
like a flower reaching to the sun and it starts to grow


Sorry Rojas that the best I could do at the 11th hour, but I'm glad to do it and we will play them tunes tomorrow night and have them hammered out by the end of the year.

By the way of all of the highlights I have had in the last little while the greatest was standing outside on the Railway balcony with the whole 21TR crew. It was after we played last Thursday, and it was late, but for a moment it felt like a invincible crew

I am now officially pissed off!

I was wondering what my next post would be about... i was hoping for something a little more uplifting or maybe something about the fact that I have in my possession the new 21TR CD.

But no, you see I had this guy "old seed" from Winnipeg coming to play the Super Robertson Supper show... It was all lined up for some time, and he is really quite good. But today I got an email about the fact that he can't play the show because he got a show the night before at the media club and to get that show he has to sign an exclusivity agreement meaning that he can't play any other club in town.

Hence my official state of being pissed off.

A human being can't play a free show for other humans in a laid back environment because some (%%%^$*&&^()^$ *^)&%%^$*(*&^%. You know what I mean.

I have a good mind to out bid the media club to either make them pay more, or to just win. It would cost me plenty but so have many of my "principled" decisions over the years. Most likely there has been a contract signed already... For sure. I mean I'm glad he got a paying gig, but I am enraged at the idea that some corporate entity has dammed him from playing the Supper show.

There will be a reaction... Anybody into going and marching with protest signs in front of the media club on Tuesday September 19th?

Looks like i can upload an image now, for good or ill.

I'm leaning towards ill at the moment but we don't want our first episode back into blog territory to become negative so soon now do we?

What is it that we want?

Who are we, the blogger and the blogi
separated by ones and zeros and other apparatus.

I for one was happy to get off my vacation and back to work so i can get some peace. Possibly that means that i have the perfect life. Maybe airing all your beefs on some idiot computer has some benefits after all? Not only that but i have finally learned how to spell maybe. I would always miss the y for some reason.

right now i should be on stage at the supper show but i got the week off because of a festival at the club. i was playing some piano when i was back east but otherwise no music. i did pass through Grimbsy and i was tempted to find a shinny new library to post a comment but it didn't happen.

an idea: me playing piano progressions, while another human captures them and we shit them together into song like bodies and then i write words.

dare to dream

SR

Bloggerson has a Rum and thinks

It is actually a watermelon dagger... With a few adjustments of course. Take a pile of cold watermelon and shock it in the blender then top the nectar up with some alcohol. I went with that Malibu coconut rum Smash is so fond of... It's actually not bad... I don't quite recall how we ended up with so much of that stuff (it's got the size of a duty free experience)

Anyhoo as a common sense man with a clear vision of absolute perfection we should mention the photo above. First it was a bizarre photo of me with some effect where my nose almost didn't exist and the rest of my body was bloated... But it was taking forever to load... So I went with a photo @ lake Louise taken through my sunglasses that I lost a few weeks ago at some ass brained rave... Whoops I mean groovy cool place where all kinds of great people stuff themselves with drugs and listen to non stop pulsing drum machines and continue to talk about how awesome the whole experience is and nothing else.

looks like I can't load a photo anyway for some reason. Good thing I was stopped before I went on and put my foot in my mouth offending some of the great people I know who somehow buy into the 2006 rave tomfoolery. I was talking to a guy, we will call him Jack Freelance... "The party scene is great for drug taking and cuddling up with girls", yes indeed it is, an I would never deny that even thou I have never experienced that (much to my regret). And then there was the one conversation I had with this guy at the party who said "I love this place because it's the only place I can go without having PLAYER written on my forehead". Next time I will go off into the mountains and look down like the Grinch who stole Christmas.

I have accepted my ways are different that the rest. And the fact that I lost my last good pair of sunglasses (that one can wear for UV protection), landed me at MEC today and that cost me $350 once I realized that they were blowing out my favorite work shoes at $135 down from $180. I don't fuck with footwear. I'm 36 and I have probably walked more than many people do in their lives.


This blogaroo has no flow and has a bad whining feel to it.
And there will be no picture as I can't open that page for some reason
but I got STOKE in the headphones.

How I would have loved to hear Willingdon Black blasting through the sound system @ 3 AM rather than that infernal racket.

What did the raver say when the E wore off

What's this shit music we are listening to.

Blogging and the fragile egg shell mind

Does Blogging change the way a person thinks. And why again is the word Blog NOT accepted in a built in Blog spell check.

And i have a few more points to gnaw on but i am going out to see A Ghost to kill again tonight so we will se what can be done with the time we have.

When a man articulates his thoughts in his head while working for the man, or just walking down the street for that matter, have his thoughts changed into blogging like articulations? Sure there is a social effect in that the blogger is spending more time typing articulations and less time with his family and peers. I'm not saying that that is necessarily a negative thing... it could go either way with greater degrees of severity depending on the individuals situation.

I remember when i got into drawing and i became obsessed seeing shapes in everything to the point where i couldn't sleep because i would be falling to sleep and beginning to dream and then i would see the shapes and come screaming back awake.

SCREAMING TRAILS- a term i made up in University... If at the end of the night you were without woman and had a few beers in you then you would go running around the bar screaming in a desperate attempt to secure a mate of the finer sex. It never worked, except for one time when 3 fine girls stopped me and inquired to what i was doing. It was then that i could have come up with something good, but as usual, i just got weirder and things evaporated quickly.

That last paragraph came about from the "screaming back awake" line. I never screamed back awake but i rapidly moved from sleep to awake with the idea "I KNOW HOW TO DRAW THAT! ". The only real problem is that by drawing skills rival that of a mildly talented 6 year old.

Lucky for me i have groove, because music is a far more enjoyable art form than drawing/ painting. Long hours of tedious work all of it doing a high-wire act waiting for one slip of the brush for the whole thing to become useless. That was me in grade 7... every painting would end up as i large black glob of paint covering anything that was attempted before it. One time i was walking a large paper with a thick fresh layer of black paint to the back of the classroom... steady now get this thing back to the sink... uh oh it's Mr. Helkima my teacher in a new grey suit blocking the isle... he doesn't look too happy with me... probably thinking "there is Mark Robertson screwing around again", when in actual fact i tried to paint something but it just looked so fucking pathetic i had to erase the image with black paint, lots of it. it was around that time that the paper broke free of my grip... perhaps it was a breeze, or a miscalculation on my part, the only thing we do know is that my painting ended up on Mr. Helkima's suit. It was the only time he was ever in a fancy suit... i think there was some VIP teacher thing after school that day. I think it was the same day i broke Fred Savages collarbone with a high tackle in a game of british bulldog and i believe that i have even told this story before in these chronicles.

So do i think differently, or is just my reaction to things more like "i better blog that ironic injustice when i get home tonight"

Speaking about savage injustice...

Take a drive up to Whistler and see the massive effort going on to widen the highway.

1) there are points where the highway will have to stay 2 lanes (so i am told)

2) The environment is fucked due to our dependance on oil that is causing global warming.

3) Whistler is a very sensitive niche climate that should very well be affected.

So our society that will have to suffer the consequences of the BIG MONEY DREAM will get to have bigger highways and "twinned bridges" so that more cars can drive all around. Some think that the party is almost over and the last of our tax surpluses are being spent on fool project that work not for the better of our future society. It should be noted that there is a rail line running beside the highway up to Whistler.

I think it would be funny if the Earths hottest temperature occurred in 2010 (which is very possible until 2011), and changing weather patterns provided whistler with no snow and the olympics had to be cancelled. it would be sad that we the taxpayers would take and incredible hit ( we will anyway), that will be blamed on a highly unpredictable weather malfunction. I say it would be funny because Big money never takes the big hit... it's always the fool public.


AND THERN THERE WAS THE GHOST TO KILL AGAIN SHOW


yes yes yes yes yes... A absolute and total clinic.

to see Sam Cartwright really get to rip it up!!! sorry to all others who i have seen Sam play with, but to see all the skills out for a feast.

Winner of the best beard at the supper Show bass man Barry is putting on a stash clinic going with a wide broad thick stash.

The music resembles Rush in it's depth and scope and it's masterful execution. The show defiantly but a hornets nest with two queens in my bonnet, if you know what i mean.

I ended up getting smashed and i barked myself hoarse threatening to choke the shit out of Jeff Younger. He loves those gags and understands that to keep the game feeling good with the proper amount of tension you have to give him a few hard serious chokes.

I should have walked home... it would have given me a chance to sober up before sleep. hard explaining that to people... you look like a freak wanting to walk home @ 2:35 AM... but i didn't push it because it was one last chance to put the choke on Younger who was laughing and smiling with that exposed nick of his in the back seat of of our lovely drivers car, while some jackass vomited out the window of the front seat. When we got to my place i though of getting the hose... because yes, i have a hose and a key to the water (to water my garden) so i could have easily hosed that door down... but then the temptation to hose down Younger in the back seat of the car, as the finally to the final choking... with which my only problem was that i would have soaked Christine's car and become labeled an ass.

For the record. Why choke Younger?

I am training him for his run hosting the Jeff Younger Supper Show. the fool told me he would rather it be Jeff Younger Guest hosting the Super Robertson Supper Show. That was around the time of the first choke.

He the fire works are going off...
must tap out of this Blogaroo

Willingdon Black

The latest Stoke CD is done and I have it in my grubby palms. The cover is three of those graffiti things that appear on the black'n'blues flashpage when you go to the site.
It's a top notch CD, that probably needs money to find it's niche.. But then again doesn't everything. It's about time Willingdon Black named a CD after himself. The recording captures SMASH at his absolute best, playing the role he was born to play... groovemaster of a Black'n'blues machine, and the incredible Andy "yea yea" Poystila once declared "the best drummer in the city hands down.
Track 2 is called Hammerhead, I remember hearing it live @ Studebaker's for the first time, it think there was some email behind that but who's really keeping score... Besides all of us who understand anything.

Across Giza is probably one of the best dance songs I have ever had the pleasure of cutting the rug to... You get those long flailing Sarasota arm circles accented with a sharp stiff leg kick.

Ahh I'm listening to it now. Orange Cat could be one of the coolest songs ever written... It is a king -hell number, and music would be worth listening to if we all suscribed to this kind of stuff.

THE FACT THAT ACROSS GIZA AND ORANGE CAT ARE ON THIS RELEASE DECLARE IT A 5 STAR TASTY GROOVE STOMP THAT CRUSHES THE BALLS OF MUSIC BY JUST STARING IN IT'S DIRECTION.

How's that for Smiley-Faced PR you fucking son of a bitch... Lucky I am to know and believe those above opinions. So I know I'm good when the great bell tolls and those who got behind selling garbage to the masses meet their spiritual void.

What the hell is that! It's a good thing I didn't read that bible my Mother & Law slipped me after I mentioned in her presence that I wanted to read Revelations, the king James version as recommended by HST as one of the greatest writings of all time added with the glowing review "whoever the Loon was that wrote revelations". Because if I had read the bible I would probably end up quoting it when I go of the deep end musing about music and spiritual balance.

I have this CD "Willingdon Black" in one of it's earlier finished phase... I think it is the 37th final draft, and much has changed from that time. All the reverbs have been re-calibrated. That version fell into the "burn discs pile keep away from Kaiya and if left out for 1/10th of a second and seen by Cristina to be put in a dark drawer" void that claims so many quality things around here.

I had the chance to offer opinions and I believe mine was "sounds good", Shockk had a more indepth sonic analysis. At that time version #42 was out and it was to be the FINAL DRAFT... Shockk mentioned a few things and Black registered the ideas, looked at the ceiling, half frowning half smiling and said "perhaps could always go back and tweak a few things... There was something else I notice around 4:47 PM today".

It looks like Canada Lynx Records may have lost out in the bidding war to sign Stoke to a lucrative "you pay your own way" deal.

S Bolgerson

I wonder what this picture is going to look like on this here blog. More a less just trying to use the technology that sits in front of me. Is it a more proper blog now that we have a shot of our hero in action?

I recall the first time I used "Our hero" to describe myself in writing. It was in song... Can I remember the words?

twas the morning, the refridgerator screams through the silence
yes it was an early morning the clock snuck around defiant
Awake is our hero nose dripping eyes stinging
in shock is our hero up too early in the morning

No No don't lie back down there is no such a thing as a moments more sleep

What are the other words?

I remember I wrote it @ 3:am one day. You see I was working as a Mailman in Richmond and I got this illness called Viral labrinthology. It is a viral infection of the inner ear and your sense of balance is all screwed up and my job involve driving a truck, so the big ass of a superintendent though it would be best for me to come in at 4AM to sort some mail... I was a fool back then and actually agreed to that. So I woke up at 3AM and was trying to get my bearings in the kitchen and I wrote that song. It is amazing how loud a fridge can be when it is very quiet and you are stunned

fine comedy

So I go into work (Canada Post) and the lights are out above me and one looks loose (fluorescent lights) like somebody on a forklift hit it.

But in my mail sortation case is a small child's camping flashlight for me to work with so I can see the mountain of mail I have to sort.

Well I let fly with a patented S Robertson cackle, which got the rest of the station is stitches.

I worked with the flashlight for an hour and then one of the 5 supervisors on the case finally thought to turn the light switch on and lo and behold they all worked... Light again!

That sent me into a fine imitation of one of the head honcho's at a meeting I happened to remember verbatim. The problem with having a good memory is you may seem to know more than you should... Right WB. A question and answer period between Carl Fatman and WB years ago.

oh yea my imitation.

"let me tell you guys... This is a fantastic MILLION DOLLAR facility and I know you are going to love it"

Lets note that we moved from a fine building who's elevators worked and wasn't troubled by the constant work of contractors hammering and drilling away... They mis-judged when they would be ready so we can all just work together... You know the guy trying to peacefully sort his mail and the other guy who has to jackhammer a post out of the concrete, and the other guy painting with "NON FUME" paints.

But hey I'm not complaining because if 5 supervisors can't think to turn on the lights This Facility has plenty of small plastic flashlights to deal with the problem.

One per person please, these things cost money.

Get this one

Odd that good people can't sent other good people attachments like the above image and have to resort to putting things like the above image on a blog. It is basically these kind of irritating things that drive people to buy new computers when in actual fact the computer they have should be able to function fully without constant upgrading.

I was over on the Coast recording music in a Cabin and they were using a G4 Tower with the old operating system and it stomped balls. Speaking of that, I have found out that Roger Dean Young google searches his name all the time and finds blogs where people write about him... Not only that../ he has a personal Myspace account.

ROGER DEAN YOUNG AND THE TIN CUP, Roger young, tin cup music, Copperspine music, can't hit a log with an axe young,

see if he finds this blog

I need to sleep

but not before I make a few more points

1) The ocean is fun to swim in but beware of Sharks. Those beasts are killers, they are actually not beasts but cartilaginous fish recognized in their development the fabulous Gill Arches.

2) the worlds Reefs are endanger

3) the Sharks will need a new source of food

4) Sharks are TERRORISTS

5) I lobby to Nuke the Oceans to make them safe for my white Christian body.

6) that last statement was sarcasm and I do not consider myself Christian.

7) The Church of the Lynx Paw

Well I just threw a few links up on the Canada Lynx records Website... I'll get more up later remind me to put your link up.

Not that I care, but there is this weird thing about linking people like if you are to rate things. More so if you had a site that was left off the initial link session that ended with a computer crash and a violent flurry of cursing. Not that the people that I hang with are still in that juvenile state of mind but it is a human condition that bubbles to the surface every now and then.

You can imagine a band getting together and working on their website and it comes to the links and they get in a huge debate about who should be linked and the order of the linking. Some members believe that giving "top billing" to a site in which they believe may "help them further their careers" is a must and they have those certain sites in mind. I guess I should write a sit-com.

The Supper show would make a fine reality show, if I don't say so myself. A fine comedy would be the change in the vibe of the show now that network camera crews are buzzing everywhere. If that were to ever happen remind me to Key on those issues in the first few episodes. Most likely one fine element of the show would be my efforts to glide the producer into seeing things my way, and the producer would have their own ideas. Think about that one before you sign on Robertson.

What the hell am I talking about? I can't even get a fucking gig in this town let alone get my own television show.

That could be the angle... the first few Super Robertson Supper Shows in the series would have a modest turnout and then when people hear that there was a camera Crew there people would naturally take the show more seriously... looking for their big break or just enjoying the action. I said that already.


Then the show "Midweek hammer time" becomes the biggest show on television... What is the first spin-off "the Flaming Horn Show", ""Security and Black'n'Blues", "A Rojas say's nothing but grooves like a giant", "pockets goes out"...

I got to get out more...

Conversations

I was biking home from the Mount Pleasant Pool earlier tonight when I heard a man ask another man when the best time to Chainsaw would be. CT noted the conversation as well, and being a woman who likes her relaxing peace and quiet we had a laugh

Reminds me of the summer of 1990 when I was working for a Landscaping company called Norm Breen Landscaping. I had collected some excess interlock bricks and screenings from a job and put a small interlock walkway from the front stairs to the driveway at my parents house. I lived at my parents house (and worked in Toronto) and my parents stayed at their cottage for the summer.
Then one Friday we had rented a Tamper at work. A Tamper is an incredibly loud gas powered earth pounding machine.
In those days I took the 1 ton truck home because it was getting vandalized in the industrial park outside the shop so it was up to me to get the tamper back to the rental shop on Saturday morning. Well to make a long story short we got into the beers after work on Friday so I figured "may as well tamp before I go to bed".

So there I am tamping up a storm noticing how the tamper makes nice soft turns on the brick feeling the powerful vibrations in my arms when I heard a sharp noise behind me.

It was Mr. Harris the neighborhood watchdog in his pajamas sleeping cap. He was mad and he had the look one could describe as dumbfounded. As I shut the tamper off to hear what he had to say I immediately noticed an eerie silence. It was that silence that happens late at night and when it is broken with a gas powered tamper... Let's just say that it could be troubling.

I tried to explain that I had to do it tonight but then I even lost my position that I had any business running a tamper in our "family" neighborhood at this hour so I asked him where you get those sleeping caps. He asked me to stop and told me that the sleeping cap was a family heirloom and then disappeared.

Back in those days I could actually lift one of those tampers onto the truck by myself... But that's always a fool move unless a hernia is what you desire.

Later I told my mom about what happened. She got a little smile on her face "Oh yea I bet you Harris would be out in a second". She then stopped look off in a daze and you could see her visualizing our neighbor zooming over to put a stop to me. My father on the other hand did not take it too well... He is of the position that he is always in the right to tell people to keep the noise down so having large noises coming from his house at ungodly hours destroys his position.

I figured I had to tell them cause I damn well knew that Harris would let then know as soon as he saw them.

No don't get me wrong I actually didn't mind Harris... It's good to have an overzealous neighbor always investigating everything unusual.

I actually mean that.

More anger

Bad allergies...

cotton pickin' congestion = very little sleep.

Allergic to?

could it be car exhaust that seems to be everywhere in this once pretty clean air city?
Or is it a psychosomatic response to computer problems and telecommunications fiascos?

Pollen and dust from all of those pretty front yards I walk through delivering mail and all those new construction sites is the most likely candidate.

I feel like is should start a new life somewhere else. Vancouver is beginning to spook me... All these Olympic cost overruns I can just feel it.

I remember going to vote for the "do we want the Olympics" referendum... And I think it was Sweden who's citizens voted against having it and I was feeling that this was our turn to stick it to the fatbacks... I remember voting at city hall and thinking we are going to gong this guaranteed disaster.

It was another classic case of "me" thinking "we" as a citizen of the planet earth and being served a cold dish of reality. I believe 67% voted in favor of having the Olympics which really isn't that big when you think about it. When I got 67% on my Chemistry exam in university I wasn't exactly elated.

I just can't believe that in 2003 (was that when it was.. Once again I am a bit foggy on detail) a human being could be fooled into thinking having the Olympics is a good thing. It is coming out now that security, which the Olympic committee bugeted 115 million for "security" might be a low figure considering Athens spent over a Billion on "security". In that news article it stated "it brings speculation on the credibility of Olympic estimates".

Which was my point when I went to vote... I don't trust those greedy swine bastards for a moment when they say the Olympics will be good for our "world class city". Sure real estate agents and developers and construction workers are writing their own ticket right now but what happens after the 2 week party when all the construction workers are out of work and the unemployment rate takes off around the same time the bills come due.

For about a week I was considering running for mayor on the platform to foil the Olympic bid. I was thinking that if I could get in on some debates I could at least make some points. I would have been shut out and in the end I got a job working the election which paid me about $150 and forbid me from running. You got to get what you can while you can.

This is what a big piece of shit Telus is

So I get a new computer ( I have been running on this one for 6 years and i need to get the supper show on podcast and make the Canada Lynx Records DVD featuring all 5 episodes of the Carl Fatman show as well as the Music Videos).

The computer is great. It sets itself up and actually will suck wireless internet from the local "Artists" so that it is an immediately functional ball stomper.

I figure i should use my own internet so i plug in and run into ye old telus online Quick regestration center and find out that there are not enough slots to easy regestrer my computer and then my session gets timed out repeatedly after 5 seconds. So I can't even use MY FUCKING INTERNET ACCOUNT. Fortunately my pro computer automatically searches for free wireless and I am left to see telus as a sloth that needs to be shot out of that tree and fed to a savage pack of pirranah.

Hello everybody

Time for a little of the old S. Robertson time wasting... Another fine window into the errant mind of a self proclaimed Jackass who believes a camera crew should just follow him around and he would make a fine movie, make millions, and retire from this wounding fiasco of an existence.

Yea, don't we all you snake in the grass... No I think fucking son of a bitch is better, but what does it mean.

You see I was in this hot tub with 4 other naked women and I started this debate... Or at least I tried to start a debate over how "fuck" and the other bad words became bad words. I was interested in finding out at what point in history of language did these bad words get labeled as bad words and then have to live on the other side of the fence... I was really getting into it when the women came up with Super Mark Fucking Son of a Bitch Robertson. Later after I soaked them with the garden hose I got talking with somebody shall we call him A. Parker... And he was saying that the word is meaningless. The word fuck has so many uses you can't define it... Then we got into the devolution of language caused by text-messaging... How teachers are finding all sorts of non language in exam papers. Kind of ironic that I a man who is just getting to the point of understanding English finds himself in a time where it no longer matters. They say that the "Leader" of the "Free World" speaks at the level of a grade 5 student, and people like it that way because they feel like he is one of them, and not some stuffy intellectual that may realize that the world is really in a bad way and that if we don't correct things we are far more fucked than any terrorist attack could ever give us.

I remember the typewriter

I remember the typewriter... I even clung to the fucker when we moved much to the disbelief of my wife who eventually pitched the thing only to later rue that decision when we needed a typewriter for a performance prop.
None the less I was a serious luddite. What is a luddite? Well a quick shot of the fine internet dictionary gives us this:

1. Any of a group of British workers who between 1811 and 1816 rioted and destroyed laborsaving textile machinery in the belief that such machinery would diminish employment.
2. One who opposes technical or technological change.

shit I could write a book on that first one.

I recall telling my cousin (who recalls as well and at certain times reminds me) that computers will be the downfall of society, which they very well might be, but for different reasons than I had predicted.
Back then a computer was essentially useless (beyond being a fine word processor barring any crashes) when you think about it (1990). I suffered a few loss of data fiasco's when i was in university. Later when the internet started and fools spent hours designing rudimentary website entry pages (fly the spaceship that looks like a cigarette pack over to get a key and then fly the key into a hole to enter the site) I scoffed again. And besides I liked my typewriter, It felt good, and it didn't matter as I was basically illiterate.

As an artist a computer now in 2006 can stomp balls on all forms. I was sold in about 2000 when the G4 came out. It could edit video, record music, and communicate with the internet which is basically all I ever wanted. Along the way I got sucked into website maintenance (roadbedonline.com, canadalynxrecords.com, 21tr.ca) which blew a few gaskets along the way.

Back to the point I was going to get at before this grand errant puffery.

Before I wrote on paper and there are sheets in the filing cabinet and now I write on the internet. Nobody can see in the filing cabinet... And that's a good thing , but, if I ever wrote anything good (a far fetched scenario) it would be easier to transfer from the internet... Barring a savage crash... But internet companies never go belly up right?

What about mindset... When you wrote on paper you knew who would read it, or at least you had a better idea. I recall the time I had this girlfriend and things weren't going that well and there was this other girl that I felt an attraction for and we discussed our attraction and of course not wanting to engage in infidelity I came up with the grand idea of writing a love novel together using the power of our lust... Bad idea!

Me, I always maintained that blogging was a writing exercise and that if I had something imperative to say I would put it on a "thread". That was a joke by the way... Which proves if it proves anything that I am conscious that I am writing for someone else.

They say to get over stage freight you picture people in their underwear. I say to get over blog freight just picture the Mule sitting at his computer reading.

SR

Robertson needs sleep now

I just read some of Fred Charles' Blog... Almost like a cross between Mule Hughes and Willingdon Black. Reminds me I need to add some links all over the intersphere.

Which makes me think. What kind of blogger art I?

It was all just a writing exercise in the beginning, and like the music it's all so random and unfocused. Possibly I should be a Blog counselor. I could just come up with a shitlist of ass brain terms from a sales retreat... Do sales people have retreats... Yes indeed. And then relentlessly hammer my pupils with these easy points.

This is going to be great soon I'll have thousands of anxious bloggers paying huge sums of money to me for giving Blog advice. Better print up some business cards ASAP because the sky is the limit.

1st Seminar: How slipping into unwanted poetry in the middle of a highly tuned sales pitch is a bad idea.

What are we selling people.. Ideas? And Ideas= $$$$$. As we all know a good idea will just fly out of a person and instantly make them $$$$$. This $$$$$ in turn will put the said idea man on easy street where he can enjoy plenty-o-relaxation.

Please note the above is complete gibberish.

I don't like CIBC

So it was noon when the call came in that the rent check at the sanctuary bounced.

I immediately flashed red... CIBC red that is. So I go into the bank with $600 cash on April 28 and that can't clear a $500 check on May 1.

Are the banks running the world?

Is this a figurative finger flick of a bug, where I'm the bug, and the bank got tired of me breathing too much of it's air.

Yes landlord I'm a loser who can't do anything right... Possibly I should be evicted now that the new landlords look at their options.

The same shitty CIBC that has screwed up many simple things in the past. I remember talking with the band manager Mr. Sanderson and the Assistant Manager Guaan... Oh yes but recalling now that the assistant manager doesn't know anything about banking... He only knows about sales. I swear to GOD that is exactly what the manager told me after a simple transaction had gone M.I.A for the third straight time. And then he added this beauty... "We will just tell them that it's a bank error... It happens all the time, don't worry about it".

How the hell is that bank still in business?

In all seriousness...
is it Banks are so important to the economy that it matters not what the do with the small stuff.

Are people just sold on banks as a brand?

Why don't I change.

Can I tolerate another incompetent institution to throw forms and personal investment profile score sheets in front of be as I am isolated into a "sales booth" to find out which kind of account suits my personal profile?

And if I were to say "I want an account that gives me access to my fucking money, and one where "ghost" transactions don't happen... An account that pays the interest at the going rate and doesn't gouge my eye out for transactions that they may or may not even authorize at the moment of truth."
what answer would I get... Probably a pause and then direct my eyes back down to the questionnaire to assess again my profile to see if I am indeed a "Very aggressive Investor"

The mortgage is now with INGdirect.

Attack Black

So I went out last night to play Some drums @ the sanctuary, I was grooving fine. later I went for a walk and ended up in this bizarre bar where I believe 5 gay men were fighting and the waitress was singing loudly to recordings with vocals that had significantly different cadence and tone combinations that what was coming out of her mouth. I read the local shithole paper and nursed a beer. I could feel that the new presence of a man with sideburns, short shorts, white sox, bright lime foam thongs and SCARB JACKET (lumber jacket) was beginning to be felt.

It's the old the guy at the party who doesn't really want to party yet does what he wants to do none the less without regard for the fact that he may be spoiling fun.

Every once and a while everybody needs to fuck off.

I woke up on Saturday morning later than expected not feeling exactly chipper. I had a coffee and a bowl of Special K and then I went over to KOKO to finish the 21tr CD with my mates. On the way there I stopped by jack freelances house to feed his cat and clean a litter box. to be honest I had no intention of dealing with the litter box... I don't do cat shit. I have been very clear on that. Apparently a mother is coming by to help as well. this matters not since the cat has begun to shit outside the box on the tile floor... I scooped it up and put it in the toilet and flushed and them promptly vomited the contents of my stomach in a short 8 violent actions. After the garbarator sounds I wiped the tears from my eyes and regrouped. It looked a little windy up there in the sky palace. So I carried on to KOKO a few short blocks away. About 10 steps into my journey a savage storm hit instantly soaking me. I literally sprinted the last 2 blocks of Broadway and came whipping around Manitoba and 8th to KOKO where Willingdon Black was standing all dry... a man of Authority.
Only the Gods were to know that in a few short hours it would be Willingdon Black who would be whipped by a somewhat metaphorical storm. and of course the irony of it all being the sword that mortally wounded him come from his longtime friend Mule Hughes, a man who when reporting on a event in which cheers were measured to pick a winner wrote something like ..."CC Sit-down had a thunderous applause and I had Myself and the Stalwart Mr. Black".

The biggest surprise of the day were the songs that I forgot about in terms of "what is a key song for the release".

I like them all very much, except the one that will not see it's name called come pressing time. that's songs failure was my own for trying to sneak one by the grand machine. no real loss

It was the first song we listened to today. Probably 20 minutes after the cat shit incident and 10 minutes since the soaking. I feared that song I knew I hated it for some fine reasons and it needed to be assassinated. I was hoping to listen to whishing machine first, I know I like the mix and it all sounds good so it would be a quick approval everybody would be feeling good and we would move on.

Willingdon black had a fine first period and he shed ample effects off of the guitars... Perhaps he even looked confidant going into the first coffee brake intermission. Then Hobbs and Super struck back leaving his voice offering I AM A FAILURE AND I KNOW IT all alone at the end of the track, and then his Famous backwards guitar solo got left in the mix of last call. He sat in the producers chair and took notes that looked like the box score of an elaborate game.

shit now it's Sunday night and all kinds of lawnmowers have been revved up.

An inside joke between Simm and myself is that getting work done = mowing grass and keeping it clean... because you don't want the grass to get too long under your feet.

Indeed... all functions are in full gear now for the 21tr release.

I should have noted that I ran into Cam Dilworth on the Neins Circa and he is going to come and play the Super Robertson Supper show this next Wednesday. It looks like it will be an Artist's artist session as we will have everybody sketch cam while he plays.

Bring your supplies.

things

Well now, pat Quinn is being rumored to be in for the job as the Vancouver Canucks head coach. CC Sit-down will love that one. Cc had Jeff O'Neil in his pool this year and savagely blamed Quinn for his demise. One thing for sure is that if pat Quinn becomes the Vancouver head coach we can look foreword to some fine press conferences.

The Ottawa Senators look unbeatable but for that matter so do the New Jersey Devils.. both teams have advanced to the 2nd round of the Stanley Cup playoffs. Montreal's bubble may have burst after taking the first 2 games from Carolina only to see the series tied at 2 games a piece now. if I were a hockey analyst I would make some statement followed by some statistic about how game 5 is really important.

Edmonton and Calgary are both up 3-2 in their respective series and should they both win and Colorado ousts the Dallas Stars we could see the Battle of Alberta in the playoffs again.

In other news I go down to my accountant this afternoon to re-affirm what a total fucking failure my music business is, although the beauty of being a failure in this instance is that I will get income tax back.

Just the other day when I was in a postal truck and I was at an intersection next to a school bus and all the kids on the bus made faces at me and so I made faces back at them, which really got them stimulated and there was screaming and shouting and silly faces from both vehicles and than I hear from 2 people walking across the intersection "fucking hilarious it's Super Robertson" and I don't know who they were.

S Robertson known Jackass, unknown artist.

Aloha sucker

I have been waiting a long time for this "aloha sucker moment". The term was brought to my awareness by my man Willingdon Black, who, in his Blog did a piece on Hawaii 5-0. The article had him fanaticizing about using the lead character's lines in his life. my favorite was "yea yea, sure sure, hotshots like you are always sorry once the damage is done!", but close behind was "aloha suckers" to which WB would say to politicians once they were handed their comeuppance from the voters.

When I surf the internet I have my usual routine... loop through some sites, see what new has been added. One of the first sites I hit is CBC's hockey page. there is a certain story that I have been waiting to read about for some time, so long in fact that I forgot what it was until this morning.

I had stopped in at home for breakfast... a bowl of cheerios and a wad of chocolate. while I was wolfing down the cheerios I opened Netscape... I really need to update my computer.

And there it was a picture of my nemesis chewing his gum.

PAT QUINN FIRED AS COACH OF THE MAPLE LEAFS.

I physically clapped and said with much enthusiasm ALOHA SUCKER.

I figure it's about 4 years overdue. This year is the first year his Leafs failed to make the postseason, it is also the first year his Leafs didn't ride a goaltender that stood on his head (played outstanding). They managed to maintain their trademark poor defensive play, which didn't help things much.

Quinn was an decent coach for a while but could never put together an elite team despite the Toronto Maple Leafs high payrolls filled with aging veterans and overpriced under performing European snipers.

Put your faith in yourself... And not some fool team

Stupid fucking slow internet thing... I get a head full of ideas and then I'm looking at some stupid arrow with a time clock zinging!

I Hate.

So it was about 9:30PM and I figured that I would go and see Joe Thornton eliminate the Vancouver Cannucks from the 2006 NHL Playoffs. I could see it clearly, my home team squandering another lead in the third period only to come up empty.

Part of me wanted to see what would happen during the NHL playoffs if the Cannucks got in and they played on Wednesday night. Clearly a playoff game would take president over a Supper Show. I had pitched the idea that Willingdon Black and I would call the play by play in the bar on those nights... Janet liked the idea but wisely noted that there was a good chance there would be no Cannucks Playoff hockey this year.

For that reason and a few others I didn't even bother to tell Willingdon Black about this stroke of genius. "that's right WB show starts early tonight... It's a 7PM start... Don't worry about that guitar" I would say.

WB would be a natural of course. A man with a keen sense of the game and a childhood love for a perennial loser. I myself am a man from that school. My team the, Toronto Maple Leafs, are a team I publicly gave up on just before they went ion an incredible tear and now have a slim mathematical chance of making it to the postseason. I still say they are dead if at least for the fact that my mind set has to stay the same in order for the universal karma to stay balanced in order for the miracle to happen.

But the bone fact is that "my teams" won't be in the playoffs this year. This means I could adopt Calgary and Ottawa as my new teams which is a pretty serious upgrade if you know what I mean.

Me party People

There is something about aging people clinging to some party life. But that's when the mushrooms kick in and all of the sudden you have greater beasts to slay.

In a festival of wierdos I always feel like a guest of honor... The mind set that they are trying to achieve is my natural state. A bizarre poem started would naturally be finished by myself if a person were to pose it to me.

It would be rather natural. After I am surrounded with hugs and told how awesome it is that I played the game. We are playing a game... is it over? can i act natural now?

And then just as the elevator doors to the Ferry were closing on the way home I heard "A woman's Purse has been found..." Cut of by the elevator doors. I looked over at a purse less CT... She was sure it must be in the car. Later when Kaiya and I were alone in the car waiting for a remarkably calm C.T. to come back down to the Vehicle deck we sang a song. C.T. Said that she ran into her hysterical best friend who was also looking for her purse that she had lost.

Then as we began driving I mentioned that it might be a good idea to check to see if the wallet was in the purse, and then possibly check to see if the credit card was there as well.

Silly old me.

Questions

Trying to distill some thoughts into fine precise short statements that have some universal truth. But rather than getting down with that I decided to get involved with this old mess.

A few new songs for the 21TR... A bit of a different sound. I was talking to somebody saying how I am trying to get into some folk festivals and I got this statement "If you were going to change the type of music you are playing why not go with an alt-country... It should be really big out there in B.C.".

How to even reply?

A Blazer blogaroo

No time for anything... But that's not true. The problem is with the management and effective use of time.

Today I will write song... Yes indeed I will go down to the sanctuary and manufacture 1 hit song.

What is "one hit song"?

Answer: an unfortunate and wildly inappropriate introduction into the psyche of a songwriters mind.

Skip the workout... Must do back exercises when writing the lyrics.

Only have 1 part... WB should be silently enraged enough to find the gusto to write a nice 8 part bridge in the middle to give it a little motion, and voila...

I was actually going to end that bit by reproducing a three word fiasco that occurred earlier where the control of the mind went into the dark caverns of the abyss.

Next thought:

A pick is red

argument:

That is a direct description of an object on the desk at 2 o'clock... And not a thought.

Reply:

Thanks for helping me out there spares.

This is the chronicles where it is react or die.

REACT or DIE:

Brock said that after the last supper show... Possibly referring to being shoved on stage from the drums, given an acoustic guitar and a full band who are just as quickly adjusting to the new developments.

Indeed.

The Chronicles have the advantage of time so it remains disappointing that that advantage is not utilized. (note the use of "that that"... Very disturbing visually. It looks like a large black Raven of death making all of the other typed words seem like low grade bird seed).

**** It should be noted that low grade bird seed would be the kind heavy with Millet.

I remember eating some Millet from a bird seed bag when I was a young lad. I don't know why we had it because we always fed the birds the good stuff. Niger, top grade sunflower seeds... We wanted to see the birds, and we felt that with all the habitat loss due to our city (Toronto). These were my Fathers ideas... Who also happens to be a man with a healthy paranoia of disease and parasites. "Oh Don't eat that Mark whatever you do... That is full of all kinds of parasites... Now you haven't eaten any have you" (look of grave concern)

Now you have to answer No to that.

Or at least that was the answer that came to mind or at least came out of my mouth to be followed with a quick "what would happen if I were to be so foolish enough to eat some of that".

I got my first indepth analysis of bird hygiene safety with respect to keeping cross specie diseases at a minimum.

Interesting that the world is on the brink of an avian flu pandemic. And then one could say perhaps interesting that Dad was complaining that he inhaled some birdfeed dust the other week. Word has it that he got nailed with a quick windchange.

The next Sunday

Looking at "ye old blog" I noticed that the last blogaroo was last Sunday and this is this Sunday, so hence the title "The Next Sunday".

We were at the Library the other day getting some children's books and one had a cassette tape with it. It wasn't until my darling CT got to the checkout that she noticed that it was a tape and not a CD. She said "Oh shoot, That's not a CD... Hey MR do we have a cassette player?"

But the big news came with last night's 21 TR show. Everybody brought their A game and the crowd was ready to rock. Most likely the High water mark of the band so far and certainly an Ocean better than our last outing.

I actually sprung out of bed early this morning feeling less like a failure and more like a success, but I'm sure it will pass soon.

It was the song "Failure" that really stomped things down and changed the course of the night from 5th gear to hyperdrive

"Whenever rammone robertson does the Worm you know it's a good time"

Rev D Badcock, sometime around 1993

Indeed the two things that defined a good time back then. Did the worm happen! (it's a breakdancing move where you imitate an inchworm in motion) and did one of us get a shave compliments of the person who threw the house party.

Come to think of it, the shave is highly ridiculous... Using somebody's razor blade is clearly a hygiene no no. Possibly that is why it was so very funny... My father would not "dig" that kind of action.

The funniest part was actually giving yourself a bad shave and coming back down into the party and then begin chatting up some girls with a bloodied face with a few good globs of shaving cream on your ear due to a bad cleanup job... Extra points for having the razor cuts dabbed it a small piece of tissue paper (still present). For the record, we would usually try to find a new blade and discard it afterwards... Recall that this is not a perfect world. I'll never forget this one keg party we were at in Guelph, Ontario. It was a keg party and word was that the first keg was almost finished before the store was closed which meant that if we all made a big push and drank harder we could finish it, take it back and get the keg refund that would allow us to have enough for another Keg.

So you can imagine that I was mighty smashed when RDB came stumbling down the stairs with his face covered in a red stained shaving cream santa's beard. As he moved down the stairs he was imitating a Benny Hill skit (an old lady sways on the top step of a steep staircase... The sways are exaggerated using speed playback). He was saying party party party... I'm coming to join the party in a an old lady/man English accent. It was great comedy because of course Now the party was really cooking... My man got a free shave with really drunk hands and no feel for pain.

Where was I... Oh yea I did the worm around the Railway in the Wastelands breakdown part. My keys, capo, earplugs, change all fell out of my pocket. This time no condom fell out for all to see.

But the band kicked last night... You know I would say we sucked turtle cocks if that were the case. WB was on fire, AR was a dancing groove bass master, 2stx was at his best, not even my goat voice and buzz-o-matic guitar sound could slow us down (kidding).

High comedy when people came to buy CD's after the show.

Me "well these CD's are kind of weird"
People "good sell job man"

The problem of course is that the New 21tr CD is not yet released, which is most representative of what we did. The debut CD "the ocean is life" has a different feel that might give a different impression ( a fine CD yet). And then there is Supersimian and 4 Roadbed CD's, all with plenty of S Robertson writing but just different that 21TR. I sold 5 copies of Roadbed "last dance @ the Shockcenter", claiming it to be a fine CD with some elements of what went on tonight we did play 2 songs from that CD.

The whole thing was a bit of a clown show... Me and merchandise that is... I forgot to push the Canada Lynx records shirts.

oh well... Better than sucking