new years

can't go out and party tonight, got to watch the kids.. i love kids.

been getting some stuff done.

Ran into Roger the other day and it came up that this can go on youtube

me wearing the hat of film maker



Oh yea resolutions

use less plastic with the goal of using none.

be free and creative and embrace others ideas with a firm hand on a cane like stick

jump off the train when the engineer yells "Next stop shithole"

try to nudge my way through the iron clad hurdle of making it onto to a folk festival tour

CT is home and it's quarter to midnight

Oh good

Turns out I was already signed in for this here blogaroo.

Laid down some drums today with my man Hobbs in my basement at the Lynx paw studios... after a few technical fiasco's we got a few down. As i was chumming up my wife to the idea that we would be slipping into the studio tomorrow (Koko), and then of course playing live the next night (remember now we have 3 kids). She agreed it was a good idea as my horoscope suggested i need to get this album done. I almost want to go on a diversion to try and define what "album" means but i am afraid to for various reasons, the main one being that i have to work early tomorrow morning and i have been sick for a few weeks and there is much to do in the next 2 days. The word rest does not exist to me in this world at this time... have no fear i will retire in a decade and perhaps by then i could casually tour what is left of this broken world.

I was thinking of changing the working title from "Mr. Greenie" to "Only the paranoid survive".

as long as my horoscope is good... which it always seems to be.

if i ever wanted to horns-waggle my wife, which of course i would never do as a policy of respect and karma, i would focus on getting a job writing horoscopes in her favorite paper (the courier) under an alias.

shall we try

Leo - dark omens are headed your way as cloudy skies narrow your options and it appears your only course of survival is to bow down and submit to your partner's every wish. By maintaining this course of action you will be freed of the evil spirit ghost that is clearly stakling you.... do not question this as fate's maker is watching you.

Sagittarius- your leadership is needed now as your loved ones are in danger. use your natural skills and don't be afraid to delegate what may seem to be enormous tasks. perhaps this is a time for draconian leadership, everybody will be safer for it.

At home listening to the Leafs vs Islanders, turkey heating up, put up some posters for a show @ the Railway next saturday night emails coming in from all the bands about who's playing when with everybody requesting their preferred start time. All should go well unless of course one or more of the bands doesn't loose their fucking minds and play too long and too loud. But i mean what are the chances that that will happen? i don't think that there has ever been a situation in the history of live music where an act became seduced by the stage lights and thought somehow that this was indeed THEIR moment and the only way to truly seize it is to stay there as long as possible. Everybody knows that a Band is essentially a smart business, and a smart business would see a live performance as an opportunity to show some people your music and leave them wanting more with a sense of intrigue for what you do.

The Leafs are down 3-2 in the second period.. the Turkey is pretty good and the cabbage is even better than it was yesterday.

'Twas the night before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring... except of course a middle aged Gibbering fool with a few too man amber ale's in his gullet
The stocking were hung on the white board clamped to the mantle of the gas fireplace in an effort that started out as a precise science but ended in a swear-fest hack job extreme... and St. Robertson stuffed the felt stockings with pharmaceuticals for the various age groups from teething medicine to metameucil.

It would be a fine trick to get down out chimney and pop out of our fireplace... which reminds me of one of the problems i had with my childhood. we had a furnace and no fireplace and i always wondered how Santa could do it. for that matter i always wondered why Jack and Jill went up the hill to the well when the well should be in the low ground closer to the water table. Come to think of it how was a child of the 70's growing up in toronto suppose to relate to a nimble Jack who can jump over a candlestick.. like i mean we never had candlesticks... as far as i was told they were fire hazards... I had a fluorescent light if i wanted to read.

Anyhow, her i am a man in a house with 3 kids on christmas eve and i am the one awake.

enough is enough

so I'm sure we are all aware of the fact that there is a great number of children's toys that have dangerous levels of lead in them because there were made on the cheap in a country that has very few regulations. Holy Shit the consumers are aware now... notice i said consumers and not humans. Now the story is "Recalled toys with lead contamination on sale on internet" and consumer advocate groups are warning consumers because some piece of shit plastic toy might be dangerous... what the consumers need are safe piece of shit plastic toys.


Last time i checked kids seem to be perfectly happy if they are not supplied with shitty plastic toys... but then again we are a house of humans.

thermostats

You see we live in a new house with radiant floor heating which is governed by 3 of the cheapest thermostats known to humanity. Add 2 young babies and a woman with a strong cold paranoia, you get me walking around the house in my underwear sweating bullets while the rest of the residents are about to become deathly ill from the phantom arctic winds rushing around. Indeed, i need some digital thermostats so we can set a temperature that the local health authorities would call reasonable to sustain life. So i did what any rational person would do on a holiday sunday and rushed down to home shit-hole to suss out their supply. Did you know that most quality thermostats come with a CD-ROM so that you can "interact" with your thermostat? Doesn't that sound like fun. Me in my sweat soaked underwear with a computer disk trying to interact with my new thermostats that cost 80 bones. A perfect working example of what is wrong with our society. You see, I am one of those old school losers that wants a device with a quality thermometer that will tell my heating system to come on when the temperature drops too low. I certainly don't need some complicated programming guide to set some small plastic device so that it can "monitor the temperature every 7.3 seconds" with the help of a computer program. Next question... when was the last time a computer interactive program brought on a ulcer? The other problem i am faced with is what to do with the old thermostats when i finally replace them seeing as they have a spot of mercury in them. Mercury is the liquid metal that has come to pollute our environment so much that you are not encouraged to eat too much fish anymore, and if in fact you are pregnant you are encouraged to avoid some fish entirely. How about that... here we are living like world class people in our $600 thousand dollar homes that are stocked with useless, cheap, cheap, cheap mercury loaded thermostats that give us no satisfaction what so ever. In the end i left the store empty handed as the last thing i need is another more expensive useless piece of shit that i can't operate and have little faith in it's ability to help me attain everyday happiness. Perhaps i shall go on the internet and order one from Germany.

On the plus side my bogus thermostat hunt got me out of rebuilding the staircase that creeks from time to time and apparently ruins everybody's lives and needs to be fixed in order for us to live a normal life.

I'm on a roll... i signed into the right account... do the math on that dog of a concept

It is the little things that get you when you have Kids. you know living in a house with a person who believes that one pee requires 4 rolls of toilet paper... and then Robertson uses the washroom before bed and ends up in a mad plunging session... not to say that a 37 year old man swearing his head off in the washroom with wet socks is a little thing, but you know what i mean.

Although if I'm sure about anything i might be that i don't think i very good at translating what i mean.

Been song-writing lately... i was going to go down and listen to a song called "Robertson's dream apple orchard" one last time before i delete it into it's deserved oblivion

THATS iT WHAT I NEED IS A BRAND NEW SONG BLOG

like a rectal exam from a gay doctor.

should i leave that last remark? is it bad?

Me , I have a woman Doctor and apparently i don't get rectal exams until I'm 40. Perhaps i will have a heart attack before that.

I had a gay chiropractor one time but he was a quack, and i think i had a gay physiotherapist one time and he was excellent.

What would i think of a gay doctor examining my rectum?

If he did a good clinical job i think i would be OK. Come to think of it my female doctor hasn't given me a testicular exam in a while. As a man with a strong learned paranoia of health disorders how do you request a groin checkup from your opposite sex doctor?

I guess the same way you would ask one from you gay or same sex heterosexual doctor.

You see i have this rectal problem, it usually flares up after a dozen coffees on a lazy Saturday.

The title of a blogaroo, if left untitled becomes the first few lines of the blogaroo... is this what i recall? It becomes irrelevant because the writing that one is "sharing", will have answered that question before they need that wisdom. Then the obvious question becomes DID THEY NEED THAT WISDOM? And one could argue quite successfully that that is not even wisdom... which leaves this writer feeling like a mighty Hammerhead.

What if an ESL student stumbled upon the Super Robertson Chronicles? What explanations could possibly come out of that?

Oddly enough, foreign exchange students have been my bread and butter lately. The Super Robertson Supper Show has had a good run with the exchange student audience attendance... If i could have just pulled out a Japanese version of Gibbering Fool last week.

I need sleep

I can't think of a title... not now after everything i have gone through

I just don't really get computers. Which is odd for a person who has more login's than teeth... but alas i digress as one should do in a blogaroo. Just spent a few hours going over some Roger Dean Young songs for a show tomorrow night... i am a bass player.

I got a big kick out of that "i am a bass player" line.. you must read it with a deadpan.

in other news i bought a bus pass for october, as having 3 kids, working full time, trying to hammer some music and the rains inspired me to take a break from my 15 year tradition of biking to work no matter what. My location gives me a nice peaceful walk to the sky-train and then a short jump down the alley past a legion of sleeping homeless people (in world class Vancouver believe it or not).. and then the tricky part passing the stooges aggressively trying to force idiot advertising papers on everybody... what to even say about that... it could be a rant bigger than all of the ocean's combined. Like a shining beacon of stupidity where the dumbed down populous accepts it's swill.

As the publisher of the late Lynx Paw Courier i remember people telling me that the articles in my paper were too long and that people don't have time to read things like that... to which of course my response was that those people should be chocked, or something like that.. you know me a real ass hole when it comes to a staunch refusal to buy into things like that.

Just when environmentalism, as a word, is catching on, is see these papers as a full force groin kick into the midsection of reason. It should be banned from our public transit... as should all of those cell phone adds "great rates only in canada" or hey if you join the canadian federation of students you can get great deals on cell phones... and then after you come out of your bubble with our without your useless degree and a debt load bigger than any hipsters down-payment on their swank new condo you know where to go to consolidate your debt.

it's too bad an honest hard working tax paying family man can't go to work on the public transit without being forced into a fine rage with that nonsense.

And then he steps into Canada Post and the rage rises to a new level. I noticed that they were looking for a postmaster for Uculet... perhaps i should just "fuck this shithole" as the saying goes.

White Peaches

WHY?

Because a jackass like myself might be at a store with a bit on his mind knowing that he wants to enjoy some peaches. He is there focusing on the idea of Peaches erroneously thinking that he is focusing on peaches and when he sees "white peaches" he has the moment of insanity. The problem being... for some reason the "V" chip in his brain fails and the insanity is not recognized... and then white peaches are bought.

Later that evening after the medication our hero decides to bake some Peach tarts with the pastry he and his daughter made over the last weekend (another long story that ends with the idea that next time buy the pastry shell... perhaps i should tell that story instead of the one that ended moments ago when i ate a slice of White Peach after eating a wedge of peach peach.

Another fine point... the colour peach is a colour because that is the colour that it is. A peach dress is not white! A peach dress is peach. because everybody knows that a peach is perfect... unless of course it is some mutant product of a designer world that i will never be able to understand.

White peach.

Holy sheep shit i just went to dictionary dot com to see how one would set up a mock definition for white peach... i was going to write one with the words "woody, tasteless, vile, joke of a fruit, food for hammerheads... you know"

and i found this:

The white peach is the most flavorful, fragrant and delicious ...

Sure sure, you could say that proper scientific method would not have in it's procedures:

1) try one sample of one white peach fruit
2) draw a swift conclusion
3) immediately generalize
4) fly off the handle and publish completely your immediate irrational conclusions.

Indeed.

However my standing as a master scientist and acute observer of human failure gives me the moral authority to generalize Given the extreme abuse of the concept of "moral authority", i again argue that i am completely justified in the latest statement made above.

The tarts could be ready... have no fear i sugared the shit out of the tarts before i baked them (as any master baker would when placed in the deli-ma of have a useless main ingredient.

Useless main ingredient could be a concept to roll with.



Check this : Name Change!

Please note that we are no longer Pacific Music Industry Association, but Music BC Industry Association.

BC Foundation for Music Assistance has also been changed to Music BC Charitable Foundation

Should you have any questions regarding these name changes, please contact us at 604.873.1914 or info@musicbc.org

Smells like shit to me! sure wildly inappropriate of me to ridicule the industry in my apparent tool to break into the industry... hey hey no fools reading right. It just seems odd the Pacific Music industry Association that has been sending me emails full of opportunities for me to write them a check ever since i had to sign in to the BC Schmoozfest sometime ago would change the name that you would make the check out to. It's the type of thing you might want to stay consistant.

Is the name change more marketable?
Is the name change necessary because the name became synonymous with greed, nepotism, and incompetence?
Was it just time for a change?

= focus not on enriching music.

Perhaps i have a bad attitude ever since freedome to groove (#253) soaked Roadbed for like $400 US dollars to build one simple web page and make "Quicktime" versions of our songs provided we move our site to their server and pay $20-30 a month (can't quite recall but the rage is coming back). Mostly i was mad at myself because the incompetence was clear from the get go. They originally tried to sell me a site that i couldn't communicate with with a Mac computer and then the phrase "oh we were just so eager to make a sale" was said... idiot me stayed on the line... the rest of the story reads like classic treachery and after my check was cashed that the great new application that lets any computer play music because "the application is actually on the server so the visitor doesn't need to have the application on their computer and hence it is flawless" disappeared from the radar... i take it that the company that provided the service for freedometogroove wanted more money and they didn't want to pay so they figured they could just tell old Robertson... here are some quicktime versions of your songs... we had our lab in full force all afternoon doing this for you to justify our enormous fee.. because after all we are a team now... you and us selling together for a stronger tomorrow.

Now I'm in a bad mood... perhaps a white peach could cheer me up

i'll try another

funny. i had put them in the fridge in a bag as the old fruit fly population would just be swarming them... they fell out of the bag and bounced on the floor. this one is not that bad... a little too sweet or perhaps just lacking any flavour so all you get is a bit of sweet.

Still say can't beat a peach peach

is this for real

"Now the situation has changed where I'm able to speculate on the hypothetical."

George W Bush - boosting troop moral with his wisdom

so 3700 dead Us soldiers and 28000 wounded and then 800 000 Iraqi deaths and the king hammerhead is now able to speculate on the hypothetical.

And it was just one of the many quotes from a long news article in the CBC, and it just sat there like a bunch of letters hanging out in small groups.

I believe a scientist might speculate on the hypothetical, but George does not believe in science... just money and fear.

When you think about it when George Bush started the war you could say that he was speculating on the hypothetical... or was that Rumsfield speculating on the TV that was in room 708 of the Banff springs Hotel that day when security had to come and investigate what sounded like a rabbit being killed by a Barred Owl... but was in fact just me voicing my opposing speculation on the hypothetical.

So the real problem is... This is normal and not a problem and therefore North America is in for a stunning crumble. I recall the analogy "when the States goes down so will the row boat tied to the back of the Ocean Liner" I believe Wakefield uttered that one.

It's just so sad to have the knowledge the Humans have and yet we put our resources towards insane crippling bad news money grubbing concepts and ignore the hard truth that we are about to hit the wall.


http://www.cbc.ca/world/story/2007/09/03/bush-iraq.html

fantastic

the real beauty is Ernie's first rhyme "maybe not bert but will do it all the same"- and then he pokes bert and explains

it is a perfect example of master puppetering... ernie snapping and drumming and his hand to his mouth on his rhymes... and bert's eyebrows and his dancing.
They maintain the idea that it is improv when bert says "I don't want to do it any more" it's like ernie didn't hear it so he puts his finger up and asks him to repeat.

an odd ending happens when ernie stops to go read the book he just leaves.. he doesn't give the classic laugh but yet we get bert trying to rhyme with a lamp.

Classic

Poor young "Hailerson"

as opposed to Emilson her twin sister that is.

You see hailerson is in the "Dungeon" right now. That is the place where babies go when the feel the need for excessive screaming... it is actually a fine bedroom located two floors below most of the sleeping people in the family, and then there is the father pecking away with an ear on the faint screams that make it up to the "main floor".

Indeed it has been a long time since a blogaroo has been posted... there are so many things to mention.

High comedy in the USA as of late... a 62 year old conservative senator, who happens to have gay male sex desires, and was busted in an airport and pleaded guilty but now says he is innocent is being forced... sure forced is probably correct to resign. A high ranking senator from his party had this gem "My opinion is that when you plead guilty to a crime, you shouldn't serve. That's not a moral stand. That's not a holier-than-thou. It's just a factual situation,". So it seems that the great crime here is to not stick to the golden rule "Deny Deny Deny!". I guess one could become "borne again" and thus anything that happened before the rebirth happened in your other life... as a certain president has been known to cling to.

There was also the news story of how some maniac burned "THE MAN" (symbol of the burning man festival) 4 days early as a "protest" to what Burning man has become... but the real highlight was that in the news story that was online there were the comments from readers (one of the best reasons for getting your news over the internet) and one comment was... "Did 'Ranger Sasquatch' really call someone an attention whore? Give me a break." . Still kills me. Oddly enough i was going to talk about this the other night and ponder how long before some deaths happen and lo and behold i see today that somebody hung himself and he was hanging for 2 hours before people got him down because "they thought he was doing an art exhibition". Very sad. The comments on that news story were what i would call unfortunate.

What about the NHL... Toronto, Ottawa and Montreal don't play Vancouver Edmonton and Calgary this year and most of them have "New jerseys". Talk about a fucking ass hole league... Gary Bettman should hold a press conference : OK all you longtime fans and supporters of our product... i just wanted to say FUCK YOU... and by the way now is the chance to pick up you new OFFICIAL NHL team jersey on sale now for a mere $287.

Poor Hailerson is really blasting away down there.

I should really get some links on those news stories...

Never-mind street hockey posts

While BBQ ing the chicken to go with the asparagus (and rice and corn and salad) I saw a bald faced hornet take down a wasp there was a fight on the dirt in the garden by the low bush blueberry plant (northland blueberry)... At first i thought they were mating... but then as i got closer (in panic i might take a sting range) i noticed that the bald faced hornet was giving the stings while the other wasp's pulsing abdomen was shooting blanks... then the hornet flew away with its prize... next thing you know i see an coopers hawk in the pine tree eyeballing the birds next door. dinner time all around

never too old for a good time

Did Mule Hughes score?

Notice how his eyes depict a fake... or did the ball deflect off of SR's pads?





Peter Lolley, ace photographer, took these on the weekend... i am steaming asparagus right now... i remember my father's asparagus patch and how it met demise due to my sporting events as a child... and then i was reminded. i grew up in a yard where you could hit a home run into the garden and be rounding 3rd base by the time you heard "Heey Maaaark... watch my garden... why don't you go play in the park, or better yet ther back stoop needs to be painted how would you like to do that!".

an here i am in Vancouver 2007 most people can't afford a 200 square foot box.. perhaps another example on how the decline of childhood should guartantee a stranger society.

road hockey ever other weekend in east Vancouver... don't miss.

Amazing how good camera equiptment is... like i mean those balls were being rifled... i guess however that what you are seeing is a rebound from a scintilating save, so, it makes sence.

another thing i'll never understand

why do people say "you don't need screens in vancouver"?

remind me to tell you about the Super fruit-fly trap... and then remind me to finish writing Drosophila melanogaster the song.

mostly it's the shit flies and the odd mosquito that would be kept out which in turn could cut down on vigorous swinging accidents.. and then of course you get a bald faced hornet or a yellow jacket wasp or one of those paper wasps with the thin abdomen... so you can relax with a wasp in the room with you right? Sure sure... as Magus once said although he said it to our roommate who had a twin brother who was gay and he was trying to tell magnus that his brother wasn't really gay but just experimenting.

So the guy who built this house has screens for the windows but he didn't include them because as i believe it that they are not included in the warranty. Typical humanity... some hammerhead buys a house and knocks a hole in his screen and then bitches at the developer to get a new screen and then the developer decides to never include screens in a house again even though the windows come with screens... he would rather store them in a storage space somewhere because of the headache of giving them to the person who bought the house and the windows. which reminds me to call with another reminder.

He will give me the screens because i understand that if i fuck them then it aint his problem.

but still the majority of people that i meet say you don't need screens in vancouver. Sure sure... if you are in Muskoka in june without screens then you will be eaten alive my mosquitos and black flies if you lack screens, and yes that won't happen in Vancouver... a mosquito just flew by... perhaps it is carrying dengue fever?

ahh yes the comfort of a fine one in a million paranoia

i want my screens

holy Cow

so here i am clicking keys and rocking 1 baby with my foot... How will i survive the next few years? I guess the answer lies in attitude... and some hammerhead CTI capitol just called for rammone robertson... stay focused don't blow a fuse it is too early in the day to go down with an aneurism. Interesting keeping the rhythm of typing with the rhythm of rocking baby in a bouncy seat.

So i guess i lost all my links with that "ad sense" fiasco... not that it was a fiasco in truth, but rather in principle.

Perhaps this should be now the super robertson child rearing blog? Perhaps it could get me away from the negativity i find with respect to business although i doubt it as it is business that is ruining the planet that my fine children will have to live in. Probably not a good idea to go into the automated air control that is happening in canada now... it tells you if it is safe to go outside and breath... but as Harper say's "we are not going to harm the economy".

So babies are funny... i call ours the Grunter-son's due to their auditory projections. With CT in the shower and the Grunter-son's by my side i click away at nothing in particular. Child rearing tip... don't always carry your baby around as they will come to expect it every time they can lie on the sopha and hang with you just fine. Our daycare lady told us that one.. you see she was running a daycare and had a child... they said how will you do it... she got into the habit of not always carrying him around and he was fine... not to say that you don't want to hold them but some babies will only sleep in your arms and when you put them down they cry. this can become problematic for getting things done... well Hailie is up now so i have 1 baby in arm i at feet so clicking must end.

June 17 2007

Emily




Hailie

So those 2 Buzzers are a week old tomorrow... all in all not bad. It was the 3 year old Kaiya who was up screaming all night last night. I guess these things happen when you lose attention to others you do like the others.

And another thing it appears that Younger's night is actually on Tuesday not thursday so i guess there was an error on those posters after all. Much change. I played some music today for the first time in what seemed like *** insert metaphor here***... it was kind of nice. Having a new house and some new kids can give a man an opportunity to check out his life. Kind of like the time some dudes jumped out of a van and tried to smash my head in... you review things in your life for signs of happiness and such.

I am so very fortunate to have never bought into the whole "Music business" scene... i haven't lost anything. I have missed many experiences... or have i. And there is the great unknown... my life is good, my friends are stellar, i like my music and i play it with people who feel likewise and contribute greatly to the cause. Perhaps you may have noticed that i occasionally fly off the rails on some rage pertaining to marketing and such.


Well so i got this cell phone before CT went into labour... to contact me when the event should happen and of course you can imagine my blood pressure as the salesman threw plan options my way... so i went with the "pay as you go"... being that the idea of a cell phone irritates me. none-the less it comes in handy every now and then so i am down to $1 left. So i go online to the Shit site... i mean Bell site and you can't just log in and buy some time... I could go to the store an buy a card and phone it in, or i could register on a "Pay as you go plan"... my take is Fuck off assholes you got my 90 bones for this shithole phone let me buy some fucking time without rooking me into a conversation with one of your shit eating salesmen... (to be fair the guy that sold me the phone was all good). It is that idea in humanity where everything HAS to be geared to sucking more money out of people. I can buy anything over the internet except time for my fucking 90 dollar phone... that would have been free had i signed on to get soaked for the next 3 years.

I guess a lot of my problems with music come from the same root... which is why i play for free every wednesday night. I will not be part of that system.

I should get some sleep

Another classic example.

note to Younger.

I am useless...


Perhaps i should just buy a pasture and graze with some other friendly ungulates


un·gu·late (ŭng'gyə-lĭt, -lāt') Pronunciation Key
adj.
Having hooves.
Resembling hooves; hooflike.
Of or belonging to the former order Ungulata, now divided into the orders Perissodactyla and Artiodactyla and composed of the hoofed mammals such as horses, cattle, deer, swine, and elephants.

titles are for chumps

And the times they are a changin'

Is that the wright punctuation for Changing... what is right or does it matter what you are actually saying. Do you speak with enough authority to dodge the laws of the language.

How many people i know who are on myspace right now and the reason i know they are there and it was all just an accident... perhaps i should check the Canada Lynx records email... perhaps some business offer awaits my prompt attention... wo got a few pages of "Friends requests" and "Somebody has made a comment about you" emails. WAIT HOLD ON !!!

2 things

The exclamation mark will make the number 1 if the caps lock is on
And 2, Back in my day a comment about somebody was used as a vehicle for comedy and they weren't meant to hear it... perhaps that is why i have been mistaken as an immature jackass for the better part of my life.

where was i

Oh yea... i was going to do apiece about that NY Times article the Mule pointed out on Difficult music it was going to be a comedy piece on how the successful blogger/ musician interacts with his readers, and the old S Robertson special about to go into a tirade on how he happened to go on myspace and thought he would look at his profile and notice that everybody he knows is on myspace right now at 10:30 on a fine Monday night. INSANITY Put down you computer keyboards and go and learn a trade you fucking scene sucking ninnies.

Sure i am hamming it up a bit and i might not sucker punch all of those who are on the list as surly they could see that i two was online. Perhaps a planet of the apes like "where we all end up online"... never-mind i haven't even seen the movie

I almost want to post a picture of my house with the fence and then go into fence building wisdom, but perhaps i am too paranoid that a thief will end up monitoring my Myspace activity ant then breaking in to my house, getting by the alarm, and our guard dog "Fangs" to rob me after studying my behavior.

I still have to make Younger a poster

Shit

I wonder

I wonder if i got rid of that damn "adsence" clicky thing above the blog that i accidentally signed up for some time ago as a result of some wrong thinking. In some ways it was actually "right thinking" but with unfortunate results. It would be a long explanation and i have just spent many hours building a fence and will choose to not go into why i thought it might be a good idea to see what kinds of adds one would put on this here blog should somebody who gets paid to read blogs and connect them with like minded advertising. Shall we leave it at "S Robertson and marketing folk do not and will never see eye to eye" and move on... i think so.

I must say life is good.. the other day i took a call and after i hung up i thought "Yea well that's a good problem for you fuckers". I expect only W.B. will fully get that one but he is pretty sharp.

I have moved into a house like structure and i can now go out my front door see my fence and yard hear the wind blowing in the trees and feel a general sense of relaxation.

A few weeks ago i would go out my front door to catch a passing... never-mind

Another myspace rant

The only emails my "business" gets these days are friends requests from our myspace accounts. You see all pro bands and record labels use myspace as their primary contact resource... their websites are just there to collect service fee's. indeed, so i get these emails from people wanting to be my "friend", or at least my band or record label's friend, and my policy is is to just accept all as friends. Except i denied somebody the other day... i got the usual numerous requests... as you get more friends, your mathematical chances of getting scene sucking keyboard ninnies increases. Anyhoo... oh yea i denied the band that had a request and sent me a message that essentially said that they were responding to my email and that this was not spam and then i noticed a "friends request" from them.

Anyway.. the thing is every-time i go on myspace to just clear out the messages / requests it just takes forever for the pages to load. Has it finally go to big for it's own bridges? I think so... how about this... this whole green movement where all the hipsters use up energy leaving comments about each other.

Me i got the lights on... pecking away at this shithole blog whit my refrigerated drinks and a heart full of hate... half full of hate, and half full of love.

Oh apparently another "earth like planet" has been discovered in some far away place (20.5 light years). It';s probably too far away to have any commercial value to us. Actually no... just the idea that it is there could sell somebody something...

perhaps Buddhism is not in me

Fucking Pigeon i just don't know why the hell we don't just take up arms and blast the bastards from the face of the planet. If it was a good enough fate for the Passenger Pigeon then bring it on.

Let's not get soft on this issue, with a everything has a right to life line of BS. We as humans own the world, especially us white westerners, and we should be free to kill things that annoy us. many better scientific explanations could be made but who ever believed in science right. We should just arm everybody and send them out on the streets to blast pigeon's.

Just the other day when i was running my plan of shooting a certain pigeon my wife exclaimed "you will shoot out the window!" which is nonsense of course and has me teetering on a whole new tangent, but i for once, digress. Of course i am not going to shoot at a window... i aim at the sky after a ball is thrown at the balcony to spook the pigeon into flying over the "no fly zone", witch authorizes me to blast that fucker and it's shit ass once and for all.

i can just see in now. "Strata Council President goes on Avian slaughter mission... neighbors are left horrified. to witch i say boo fucking hoo

Seriously though

I just read an excerpt from "Becoming the Kind Father" by Calvin Sandborn in Common Ground. The passage was about a man who was so obsessed with his own anger and failures that he ended up alienated and dying alone in an empty hospital when the "arteries in his chest burst from ancient blame".

Although i see my obsession with my failure as a statement of what the idea of success is in this shithole world, others may not, and while i don't really give a damn about what people think of me in a sense of sticking to the "don't judge a book by it's cover" idea, i do care what my kids get from me. I'm not too sure i am consumed with anger as i laugh a lot and have a lot of good times... perhaps i have a keen memory and an eye for irony, and with those conditions living as a member of the human race in 2007 one cannot exist without a non stop 24/7 insane barrage of lunacy coming from every angle.

There was an article in the paper about how it may become impossible to insure "green roofs" and this may have an impact on the building of the "olympic village"... this was the one where they were going to build the world's first sustainable community... we were excited... my wife CT even went to the community meeting where they just kept repeating "we are going to collect rainwater!". It would be weird if the government/development community has to back out of the green roof commitment because of "insurance issues".

There are places in the world where you have to have a green roof... perhaps those european cities won't get "world Class" rating.

Oh yea i was going to step off the rage for a while.

Sports fans

It has been reported that sports fans go through immense mood swings come playoff times, often citing their whole existence as a failure on the basis of the outcome of a game.

like i mean what kind of lunatic research is this.

In another unrelated News story it appears unbaptized children do have a "hope" of going to heaven. In the document, the commission said there were "serious theological and liturgical grounds for hope that unbaptized infants who die will be saved and brought into eternal happiness."
It stressed, however, that "these are reasons for prayerful hope, rather than grounds for sure knowledge."

so 2 points:

The last blogaroo was a nod to the idea of a man seeing his happiness as related to the yearly Stanley Cup Failure that has become the one sure thing in his life.

And if the people running the world take as fact "white man's religion" then being a failure may not be that bad after all.

let's lay some facts down

I think i hate blogs, and i hate myself as a huckster peddling music when i could just have a nice quiet life on some barren terrain in the great white north. If i hear that SS intro song again i'll have to decapitate myself and just go to a nice peaceful grave. And here at my desk i see a thick stack of loser CD's and a knocked over pile of "Business cards"... HA HA HA! Business Cards! Did you get that one!

You could see it coming... a 4 on 2 that needed only to be a 3 on 2 that turned into a close breakaway which lead to a "too many men on the ice" penalty which led to the obvious.

I also hate poetry and others who make what they call art and expect you to take it seriously. Here is an idea... just walk around with a sign hung over your neck in the back alley behind my place and i will check it out on my way down to the fridge for yet another beer.

True i am disappointed that my team lost tonight... but i see it as a positive to be able to reflect on my own miserable failure of a life in order to make things better.

for example: I have heard this... well something to the affect that by me keeping doing what i am doing with respect to music in Vancouver that it is in some way noble and valuable. Well chumps lets think about that for a minute and take a page out of the old real estate book. "Value is what someone is willing to pay"... that's right, pack a big pipe full of that and tell me how you feel after a couple of hauls. A better argument could be made for being a cartilaginous fish swimming off the coast of Hawaii with each eye on a "Hammer like" skeletal formation. Don't get me wrong, i don't want to be some whining jackass, and i do take full responsibility for my manner of existence as i must to right this ship of fools.

The question is. What is it that makes Super Robertson believe that being Super Robertson was ever even in the slightest way a good idea. And beyond that... is there some juvenile mechanism at work in keeping the idea of running a company that sells entertainment that nobody wants. I guess their is a certain satisfaction in creating... but yet, hey my beer is done.

The Old Robertson

So i was reading in the news how some guy from the green party wrote some horse-shit years ago after 911 and it is coming back to haunt him. Now being a man who was targeted by the Green Party years ago to run as a candidate (until an ill fated policy meeting) i thought "What did old Robertson have to say on September 11 2001". Of course i pretty much knew but i went back to the original chronicles to check... which is a neat thing... or not... about blogs. As usual i was on the money fearing the obvious and not buying the hype. I ended up checking through the original chronicles and noticed a different feel, back then i didn't even know i was a blogger... we just had this bandROADBED and a friend Gareth made us a site and i was looking to have updates so that the thousands of visitors each day would have a reason to come back... (laugh track). I had thought that by taking the lead the other members of the band would then have their own "Chronicles" and the band site would become a balanced representation of it's components. but then of course why should it? A band is a band and not a collection of blog jackasses, no offense to all of you blog jackasses out there. Like i mean do you want to go and pay money to see a pack of keyboard eggheads play music? of course not.

Where was i going... something about a Blog as a record of ones opinions... I'd say I have been hammering the human sustainability gong for a long time... i guess it's time for me to get pessimistic for the new "Green" movement on the basis that trained consumers like "buzz words" and not "hardworking concepts".

Perhaps i should just go back to babbling like a loon about various unconnected thoughts with periodic outbursts into rogue poetry.

what would Mr. T say...

I believe it would be something like " I pity the fools that missed that A Ghost to Kill again show". And i do for so may reasons... i was thinking of trying to describe mule loving it... the way the back of his head nodded and the silhouette of his glasses and smiling face were loving every minute... but then there was Smash who was full on rocking out in front of Cory Curtis. Me, i have a stiff neck myself today from the aggressive rocking that the music made me oblige. I mentioned to Alvaro Rojas after the show that I'm going to need to come to rehearsals to get into shape for a show like that, to which he replied that there won't be one for a few months because Sam Cartwright is going out on tour for a while... well hot damn i pitied the fools that missed that show even more. Luckily for me Dustin Rilcof made it to the show which will save me trying to explain it's greatness over the saturday workout... not that i wouldn't mind trying but i really think it was one of those you had to be there moments.

the good the bad and the shitty

I went to see my buddy Ruth Minnikin at the main last night... we shall call her my buddy as she and the band Reels played the Supper Show last Wednesday. unfortunately when you are running a supper show you often miss the opportunity to become intimate with the performance as there is always somebody willing to tell you something. I got myself a potent dose of her beauty last night when the song "Stairs" came close to bringing me to tears.

I was kind of braying like a fine ass having missed RICOCHET at the Shadbolt Centre. There was a 2pm matinee show but i spent 1-2PM climbing the exterior of our building trying to kill some pigeons with a broom. wen i got back down to the ground my 3 year old daughter said "Daddy i need to have a conversation with you", she then wagged her finger at me saying "you shouldn't do that, that is very dangerous and you could fall down and hit your head, OK, i want you to look at me...". My wife had said something to the effect that "maybe this isn't the best time to scale 40 feet up the exterior of the building in an attempt to murder pigeons.

We are gathered here today to honor the passing of Super Robertson, who died yesterday after falling 30 feet onto a concrete patio... what possessed him to do such a bone headed thing one will never know, although anybody who knew him knew he was prone to rage induced bad decisions.

I did find out that they guy above me had a pigeon nest on his balcony... i don't think he uses his balcony... and perhaps... i still like my Falcon idea.

The bottom line. I cannot have pigeons shitting on me anymore. I should go and get some stone and carve that into the stone and then perhaps launch that stone through a window.

118

Much deliberation on the future of Super Robertson lately. All of it with a clear mind and a happy heart. Am i overwhelmed or just uninspired? or perhaps a little bit of both. perhaps it is time to fold and accept defeat. A defeat that feels more like a proper retirement without the bitterness of defeat. Apparently the Rheostatics are about to play their final show tonight, or is it tomorrow, which is odd as 21 tandem Repeats were in line to help fill the void... and now this talk of folding again. it just seems like there are too many times when I'm on stage and just not cutting it... Probably true that I have too much on my plate and do not have enough time to concentrate on being that "ARTIST". perhaps it doesn't matter... perhaps a mumbling Super Robertson trying to wing it on a wednesday night is better than american idol to some folks... and in that way it is important, but in another more selfish way, it isn't.

We have the next 21TR CD in the can and i still have some stuff than needs completion... for the obvious personal reasons, and 21tr's latest CD keeps getting played on the CBC, which is something that ROADBED could never manage, for some reason, that at it's base is the same reason for everything i am eluding to, and why i feel comfortable using the word failure without shame.

There is also the Secret collaboration of 2 main street men... where 1 track is down.

Then there is the fact the we are having twins in a few months, trying to sell our Loft, and move to a house, and i really should get on my great movie idea... and the book. perhaps i should write art's funding grants... i see rage in my future.

I am happy with life and what i have done musically... a little disappointed in my ability to present that music, with respect to marketing, but happy that it is made and is out there for people to hear and enjoy.

untame

So i had the pleasure of somebody telling me that, and i quote, "Vancouver is a city immune to stupidity, not like other places". we were talking about real estate... i couldn't resist saying "not even GOD could crash the market here"... there was a pause and then a stern look and he shot back "I think you are right on that one".

Let the good times roll I say. Art Perry had a good one as well... he gave me a copy of his lecture on postmodernism. It started "it is not difficult to understand postmodernism, but at times it is hard to swallow. Ba Boom! I'd pay money to get in on that lecture... One art degree coming up! i can add it to my collection of useless degrees and accomplishments.

I remember meeting one big idiot a long time ago... you couldn't run into that said person without them spending a half hour telling you how they were a member of the Duke of Edinburgh Club, as if that was some great honor. I dated a girl later that knew the idiot from high school and she was also a member of the Duke of Edinburgh Club, and the basically did nothing except go for a hike one time and the big idiot missed it because of a "deep tissue injury in the leg".

some days i wonder what the future holds for me. As humans we tend to resist change even though it may be just what we need... was it in King Lear "fortune turn thy wheel"

I also noticed how all the "hockey fans" at work are coming over to my case in the morning to gloat about how their team is unbeatable and my team is struggling to make the playoffs. even though there team is my other team that shall remain nameless as to not curse the god's... wo that's 2 God words in one blogaroo... good thing i didn't get into the catholic school vs french immersion option, as i am one who believes that religion, he pauses and thinks about how to articulate.... should he... i realize that religion gives many good people a place in a community but ultimately i think it is bull shit in that it seems to be an all or nothing game that often leads devout followers to hate others because... because why?

sleep

Loft for Sale

Well, apparently, according to the "how to sell your home " handbook, one of the things you need to do in order to sell your home is to announce the fact that you are set to sell it.

So my first official test, besides the failure of a Music Career, of the power of a Blog, or at least this semi-literate, back stabbing collection of words that can sometimes generalize about the existence of a man in his world will be this.

LOFT FOR SALE

This Loft boasts approximately 1000 square feet of luxury living.

Located in the Prestigious "Artworks" building in Vancouver.

Exclusive balcony and private access to 300 Square foot patio... a sunny oasis on summer evenings.

The warm "adobe" style of the loft has ample storage features creatively built in to its structure. Perfect for young families who have 2 or fewer children.

This loft has History.

The upper office serves as the nerve center and head office for the Famous "Super Robertson Chronicles" series. Also the site where many great HITS were conceived including "Blue skies", a song being played by CBC radio afternoon show's "Freestyle" and "On the Coast" currently.

Covered Parking, close to transit, unheard of low condo fee's ($130 a month)... this loft is a jewel in the city.

Located next too a a large common room with a huge balcony it gives the owner incredible space should you want to run around and play ball with your child, entertain, play music (acoustic) late at night without bothering anybody.

We have one daughter and ere expecting twins. There are 2 kids rooms (or large walk in closets) and a loft... we are willing to stay here but, sadly it might be time to move on. I had always hoped to hold on to this place and retire here... perhaps i still will.

That said, you want or know anybody who want's to buy 1 beautiful Loft in Vancouver... i guess let me know.

Who gives a shit

Well the Vancouver Canucks won tonight... I was going to treat myself to a beer and a bag of potato chips at the local bar while i took in the 3rd period, only the bartender put my change into the tip jar, negating my savory salty treat. probably didn't need the calories anyway, but it would be nice to make that call on your own, if you know what i mean.

I always liked that scene in the movie resivour dogs where they guy explains where he is against tipping. His point is that a person at McDonalds doesn't get a tip then why should some other person performing a similar task. Tipping is a weird dog... some people believe that it is a mandatory thing that should error on the side of generosity. Is it rude to not leave a tip when you are treated like an asshole, and made to wait, and have your order fucked up? Is it still your responsibility to help out somebody who is "underpaid"? I have been argued savagely on this point.

I am more from the school of "get a better job if you want more you fucking hammerhead". i mean i do my job and i try to do it well, and i entertain for free, and i try to do that well, so i don't particularly feel that i owe somebody $1.75 to open a beer for me.

I believe we have a soft society that has lost the concept of "value".

yep yep yep

I seem to have found a way to get Willingdon Black to use his superior writing skills to update some 21 tandem repeats/ music related items.

It was all by accident you see, that came out of frustration, and it comes down to the point of "beware of what you write in a band bio website" because you never know when a Toronto magazine is going to review your band and use that ill advised information to destroy the reputation of certain band members... What does it come down to? I guess the answer is that I don't have the slightest clue. i have never really understood anybody or anything related to the control of one's image. There was a story on the CBC about a girl agreeing to go camping with her boyfriend because she though he was going to ask her to marry him. she then goes on to explain that she doesn't want to go camping, or at least her fear was that she didn't look pretty when she was camping. that just misses me %1000 but yet i know that many people think that way. Why would you not want to go camping and once you are camping there are so many fine things to enjoy that to miss them by worrying about your appearance is totally detrimental.

I remember Darren and Beuff... they drove 16 hours up to a tree-planting camp spent one night and took off in the morning. I remember the anger in Beuff's face when he realized what tree-planting was... a little too late. it was hilarious... they had no time for savage labour from a tent camp and had no bones about leaving without ever really trying

Have your shit together in slithery statements and stick too them and never look like a real human because that is dangerous. real humans are boring fuckers that are good for gardening and contributing to the tax base. where was i going with this... perhaps i should re become a luddite.

where is the future

There i was all ripe with a fresh idea and then this cotton pickin' blog makes me change over to a Google account... next thing you know the child is awake and coming up with some mysterious arm ailment and then something else about wanting something fresh (which would be fresh water). You have to watch these children they will have you running all kinds of fake plays.

The Vancouver Housing Blogger has signed off for a while, which in my opinion sounds like a good idea. I say that with all due respect, VHB has made his point and became the King of Blogs doing it... even though Blog is still not recognized as a word... it will be interesting to see if "New blogger has a spell check that accepts it as a word. It can't be a healthy thing to be on a tip like that for so long... just a few weeks before i had thought i must stop reading that for a while as you tend to spend more and more time waiting for the collapse.

I had long been a pusher of the idea that real estate and the people buying it have an insane relationship, telling anybody knew "this makes no sense", "who can afford this", "do they have any idea what debt can do to your life". And then people started telling me i should check out VHB's blog, One even asked me if I was VHB... which of course was silly as our writing styles differ completely. All the while of course my loft has doubled in "value", although i have never been one to start counting that "profit"... me being a natural maniac stayed focused on bringing down the mortgage. The thing is our family missed an opportunity to buy a house that we would have loved where we wanted it because we were not mentally ready, and although i do not blame any philosophy but my own i tend to think that if i wasn't sure of the crash (which i am), and rather thinking about what i need and can afford, and what i want and what i am willing to give and take then perhaps i would have a better mind to achieve it. My outlook needed a change so i though i should stay away from VHB (still managed to peak) and then a few weeks later VHB pulls a tigger and bounces off. Why not... good idea, surely VHB could get a good book deal.

21 Tandem Repeats has even written a song for VHB called "irrational exuberance" (working title)... perhaps we could get it out on the next CD although it still needs a bit of work. andy song with the line "then freako pointed out where he was wrong" is OK in my books.

oh yea the thing i really wanted to talk about has to do with this "Global Warming" theory. Now Australia is banning incandescent lights because they don't meet energy requirements... good idea. Why is it that you never hear talk of planting some more trees. there is all kinds of emission target jargon but why don't we start composting all compostables and replanting our forests that way we can work from both sides of the problem. Also why are grey water systems not mandatory for all this new construction that will turn our city into a "world class city"... are we just a pile of hammerheads flopping around in a boat?


**** note Blog is acceped as a word in the "new blogger"

I wonder if Blogaroo and Bloggi and Bloggi apparatus will make it one day?

The Dance

If your imagination is broken I give you my beautiful dances

Kaiya Magnolia Robertson (age 3)

Might have to use that one. If I was only a poet jackass rather than a simple rhythm jackass. I have been called a wordsmith by a few people in my time, perhaps their imagination was broken... Or perhaps I need a hooker to teach me how to take a compliment (The Tragically Hip).

Where is this gibberish going, and why shouldn't one blog about work?

Making enemies was never the smart way to succeed... Just suck it up and keep taking it and maybe one day it will be your turn on the soft end of the whip. But not to likely because there are 2 types out there Whipers and Whipees... I guess there are also apple eaters and peach lovers.

I was spinning my wheels today just like yesterday
The new orange was a fools paradise
because when you miss the boat
you need to swim
but there are sharks
and they are better in the water than you could ever be
so don't train in the swimming pool
go learn to make a million
any you can buy a boat
and pay a sailor
and go fishing if you want

Create New Post

I was over at Mule Hughe's house the other week... It was the usual uber social event with Willingdon Black entertaining the crowd with imitations from television shows from a long time ago. Knowing that these guys are Blog fellows I asked them if they has switched their blogs over to the "New" goggle blogger. There was a series of curses from the couch, known originally as a chesterfield in Canada, or a Sopha in the U.S.A. apparently these computer things can cause aggravation to other people as well. I always figure if something works don't whatever you do fuck with it, especially if it is some thing that reads ones and zeros.

the cost of progress can be brutal when you think about it... You could do what you needed to... Now you can do more once you negotiate the 2 month set up and recover from the mild stroke.

Like global warming which is reluctantly being recognized as fact. It is a true cost of industrial progress, and it's ability to be ignored for the past few decades is the cost of our economic progress. And the fact that were are going to hear all kinds of new useless terms to quantify this beast by politicians vying for your vote will be sure to stoke the rage in the Robertson home.

The other day I was in the car driving and I came across Cambie street... They are preparing Vancouver for the Olympics in 2010 to be a world class city... So there I was inching along and I guess I must have said something as Kaiya, who was in her seat in the back said "why you say that!". Apparently she is not a fan of road rage.

Perhaps I need a metal band

Bone wisdom

Willingdon Black, a fine man and a stellar guitarist makes the fool error of admitting in print that he can't hear the ghastly acoustic guitar buzzing that plagues a certain release.

I myself spent the night at a hammerhead convention... Ah you know me always focusing on the negative.

Recall my greatest life decision occurred with the help of focusing on the negative. Focusing on the positive is for sheep hearders... They tell the sheep " this is great, there are plenty of blades of grass to munch on this cold, steep shaded moutain side". That a boy be a team player.

fuck that shit man, when something is wrong it should be addressed as wrong and aggressively stomped out of existence.

I met a lot of folks tonight who are ready to tour next month on albums that are not yet mixed... That's like a young me, back when I believed in myself, er , I mean, I felt like an elder. And that was a good thing. I spent the night giving advise... Don't whatever you do waste your life like I have done... Nobody wants to hear your shitty shit, show some breasts... Indeed

apparently there is a person starting a Canada Post stress Blog

The Game

Is the game of life to win?

perhaps it is... is it rather the definition of the word "win"?

Can everybody be a winner? I believe not... a nice model and a fine philosophical conversation could be had over the concept

21 Tandem Repeats

Time to post

a band called the green makers... That was the idea I had the other day driving down Clarke near Kelly Boy's place... Yea I was full of them yesterday there were other ideas as well but I just forgot them for some reason.

Oh yea I was thinking of BLOG, and the idea and the words.

Blogaroo- a post in a blog
Blogi- a post with comments
Blogi Apparatus- a series of posts with comments pertaining to the same topic

21 Tandem Repeats

just wanted to test my ability to put a link in... I just updated the 21tr site and put some links in there and they worked for a bit and now they don't. Of all the things I was thinking one of the more important is to get link action into this blog...

i will write later...

It is a little odd

Just sitting on a balcony keeping an eye on this dark finch like bird who is trying to move in on my crumbs, and perhaps more if the opportunity arises. Went for a nice snorkel earlier and saw some of those blue and orange fish. Just finished re-stringing my guitar and I think the ocean is calling again.

I left Vancouver as a snowstorm covered the city, thinking about work and how those bastards are going to interview me when I get back to find out "why I didn't properly do my vehicle safety check on January 11th when I ran out of gas"... Is the proper answer "that piece of shit vehicle has a faulty gas gauge!"... I believe it is... But anyhoo only a fool and a jackass would feel the rising rage of that one in a calming Caribbean climate where the ocean calls for another lengthy swim. Of course I am many things and I dabble in foolery and the art of Jackass.. Perhaps I should get some fire coral for my interview on the 29th.

Kind of unfortunate that there is Internet here... As I have no business doing this.

On the plane down I watched the movie "the last kiss".. For an airplane movie it was serviceable... So I invest the time watching it and then at the end when the final conversation between the 2 main characters happens the plane PA gives a lengthy speech (in English and then French) on how to order your duty free goods. Then the Movie ends and we have 10 minutes of static and hiss.

The curse

There it was on the front page of the rag 24 hours...

The Leafs don't suck they Blow!

I can almost see Willingdon Black on his way to work seeing that and cringing at the idea that the balance of fate has now been stupidly tipped in favor of the Toronto Maple Leafs. You see the Toronto Maple Leafs play the Vancouver Canucks tomorrow, and event that happens every couple of years... You can see Vancouver vs Minnesota 8 times a year but who gives a damn. Does Vancouver even play Montreal this year?

But the die has been cast

the leafs don't suck they blow... Going to blow out Vancouver 5-1 tomorrow.

I hope for an overtime Leaf win. If the Canucks win will I be happy? Only time will tell, but I have a strong feeling that the idgit who made the call for the 24 cover has made a foolish mistake. There are many tales of sports history where a bad editorial decision has affected a sports match. Scotty Bowman would apparently collect such headlines and post them in the locker room to inspire his team for a stomping.

Before 24 hours and Dose and Metro I was the publisher of the Lynx Paw Courier... We printed 3 papers with fine articles but lacked proper distribution and other important factors. Under no circumstances would I have run an Omen baiting cover like that.

Well I just did some research... Vancouver plays Montreal after Toronto and that's it for the year. 2 games, 1 each against the 2 Canadian teams that are bona-fide classics, and 16 games vs Minnesota and Colorado... That is just completely fucking insane. Toronto and Montreal don't even come to play in Vancouver this year... Totally wrong and outright insulting to the fans that get soaked by this marketing franchise.

What was I thinking when I came up with this idea earlier this evening... There are these social engagements and scene slithering events this weekend but I have just seen the window of my next creative attack... I need to sanctuary, if you know what I mean a demo idea sits on my phone answering machine, which is a comedy in itself... You would think that with all of the high tech gear that I have worked so hard to earn the money to purchase one wouldn't have to resort to these types of things. I remember years ago Smash offered me a mini cassette player which I should have snapped up at the time... And then you start thinking about how a certain computer maker in the effort to make things easy for the common consumer stunts powerful machines with bizarre software and input diseases.

things I want to do in the next few days: Play with Kaiya and CT, eat well, undertake the beginning of a recording project, play drums, watch leafs vs cannucks, be social

things I have to do: deliver stupid mail, do body core strengthening exercises, feed family

should I move recording to the "have to do pile" and blow off the rest?

back will go out, family will crumble, work will fill out forms

and what if I miss the engagements... Ill have to come up with some excuse for why I missed the show, although recording should be good for a musician but not all see it that way... Could become awkward. Will become awkward, I actually find the music pretty good. Maybe if I start recording take a break whip down to the club and be seen "supporting" catch some of the set race back to recording. Now would any other of the scene sucking bastards do that... Which I guess unroots one of my problems. I don't seem to give a rat's ass about being in a club being part of a scene, but yet it is a necessary element of my tax paying registered business. Possibly this could be solved by quitting my job and writing grants full time to get funding for Canada Lynx Records... Then I'll be writing grants all day? Better than writing in this stupid shithole blog.

indeed

A few things

Ok, so a blog must be policed from being some "rant zone" where insane maniacs, such as I, go into swearfests over meaningless things.

Now I believe that meaningless has been re-defined this week.

I guess I should go back a bit, I questioned the relevance of "Myspace friends" a few blogaroo's ago even going so far as to describe my legion of "friends" as Hammerheads... Perhaps you recall. And then at the Supper Show I introduced the idea of a "Willingdon Black" myspace page which provided some amusement for all but one. And then, My main man Ken Killbeat, who is doing a mail-out for our 21 Tandem Repeats CD "Never Wanted to Be Anyone", shot me an email asking me to make 1 or 2 songs on my myspace page available for free download because that is what all the Indie labels are doing... Make a free download and tell the world. Well I got my Karma that night trying to change that (it appeared that the myspace servers were not functioning for the "upload music properly" function... The result being me spending the night on myspace ruining our page with songs that didn't play, working myself into a fine rage.

Back to the meaningless definition. I know a band in Vancouver that has paid some guy in India $100 to get them 10,000 friends. And that is a deal because the going rate is $500. There is a whole economy of people getting other people "friends", which is good to know, because now I know there is no point in the Supper Show People trying to have Willingdon Black's page be the number one page in the world... I mean it would be anyway, being a tribute to the greatest guitar player in the "early evening" Vancouver scene.

This is the same week that Mule Hughes has his image on Myspace for his involvement in DCR.

apparently band websites are a waste of time and money as the myspace page has it all... Music right away, image, bio and show listings, contact... Which is now the band website. Which once again makes me a jackass with hay breath... Just thinking about the money I spend on hosting 21tr.ca and canadalynxrecords.com, and the links sent with a pro press release end up being Myspace pages for the two... Which cost me nothing. I guess that's what you call a left handed compliment to myspace. It IS a VERY important industry tool, if they could just make some browser that didn't show all the "thanks for the Add" and LOL comments I would pay for it.

tonight's second discussion

Mule Hughes from Difficult Music talking about playing in bands

"Every time a thing gets to the point where gigs have to be played and studio time is booked, that's when it all goes pear-shaped and I have to step back. It's self-sabotage, I guess."

The key word being "have"... We have to play a gig or we will... Turn into a pumpkin?, die a lonely life with nobody ever aware of our omnipotent talent? Not progress properly?

It was Christmas Eve at the Cottage Bistro maybe 6 years ago when Shockk and I were doing our then annual Christmas eve show at the Cottage Bistro... Mule and a few of his bandmates were there and the idea for them to play was put to them... There was the usual inward waffling until Mule silenced the crew with a sharp tirade with the words "well if we can't fucking do this then we can't do anything"... They went up and played a wonderful set.

And then studio time gets booked... And then what? The band has to begin to take everything seriously pulling out a giant comb of negativity to rid the material of any kinks that you didn't see when you were playing for fun.

Score another notch on the belt of the mighty Mule.

Imagine a reality show where some slick Hollywood agent blow into town and signs Mule records to a 5 album deal. The theme song would be Restore "you really sold out" and the first episode would be called Mule Makeover... Where the Mule becomes known as the Stallion and is followed by a pack of chatty cathy's from beauty salon to "hip" clothing franchises to lose them only during voice coaching and personal training... Ideas for episode 2?

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I guess it's no secret that I am a complete lunatic. Just read a few of the blogaroo's and embarrassment is the word of the night.

Tonight I stood up from the dinner table with the Russian salad dressing in my arm doing a windmill to put a centripetal force on the last of the dressing to get the bottle clean all the while looking at my young daughter explaining the relevance of everything.

what should I do with my life?

Mishaps... Was Myspace but the spell check did that "mishaps" and I felt it artistically fitting.

Well well, a blogaroo about Myspace... You know it was due.

What brought us to this? It was actually this band The Rocky Fortune, and this song called Merry Boxing Day... Which I see they have taken down, which is unfortunate. The dude that wrote and sings the song is a guy called Fox Northman and he came out to the Super Robertson Supper Show for a few months playing the quiet Beardman at the back of the table... I almost threw him in on bass one night, and then set him up to play.... All I knew was that he came to Vancouver from Calgary to write some songs and was staying in an unheated storage space. Anyhow he played and was absolutely scintillating... And he played that song. So I heard from Shockk that his band "the rocky fortune" had that song up on their myspace page and that they were "friends" with interior design. So all I had to do was wade through the multiple pages of interior design friends to find them (as a search proved unsuccessful, for various reasons)... I found the song and enjoyed it... Even tried to download it, which is something I cannot ever seem to do &%%(... which is a shame now that the song is gone... However I figured I aught to tell a few people so I told the 2 of my friends who are most into music... The Mule and A Parker.

Both flinched at the idea of going onto Myspace... The word hate was used. Both did check out the song and enjoyed it... One had to leave early because it was killing him to be on myspace.

But EVERY BAND OUGHT TO BE ON MYSPACE for important exposure, the more friends the better right?

Don't get me wrong I have 4 myspace accounts, the one that I signed up for to check out SUPERSIMIAN when SIM put it up and that one is under my name and has a picture of my naked ass... I never check it... I threw up a ROADBED one, a 21 TR one and a Canada Lynx Records one, just to be involved right.

I find Myspace good for tracking down certain musicians who play bass and horns... Almost better than a phone call. But as I gain more and more friends (I always accept friends requests for some reason) the harder it is for me to find the person I want because I have to wade through a sea of faux friends... Just like the music business right.

People in bands fall prey to the idea that they are getting through and there big break is just around the corner... Does 1678 profile views mean 1678 people were checking out your band... How many gave a shit about your music? All you have to do is stay up all night adding people to your friends and you will have more visits and song plays and you will be able to see your career grow... And then any time you want to send a message to somebody about a Supper Show you have to wade through hundreds of hammerheads to find them.

I think Myspace is great for certain things... I have actually succeeded in having a discourse with the Naso Brothers, but my ability to find the needle is becoming harder in this haystorm of opportunity.

I have more points but I need sleep now