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I don’t know how I went down a Silversun Pickups rabbit hole the other day, but the song “latchkey Kids” from their 2016 record Better Nature came up and it reminded how much I love that song. So then I saw they put a remix/acoustic ep maybe 6 months ago, and there is “Latchkey Kids” remixed by modern rocker Joywave. OK then!


My wife took the kids to the mall to see Santa the other day. The oldest, Madelyn is a veteran, but the younger two had a time. jack is almost 4 and is JAZZED on all things Christmas and presents. Coral said he was bouncing on the way and in line to see him. But when the big moment came, he just froze up and was very shy. Overwhelmed with emotion maybe? I feel you little guy. The baby/, well he just babied.

Merry Christmas! What are we, 11 days and counting?
Go with yourself.


Pitchfork released their Top Rock Records of 2017…. different spin from years past but as the website continues to diversify from their indie rock leaning beginnings into all sort of genres, it’s kinda nice having an easier to digest list.

Top of the Pops for Pitchfork was London guy King Krule and his record The Ooz.

The song they selected to check out off the record is called “Dum Surfer.”


Did one of those Instagram top 9s of 2017. Thank you for the love on instagram.

Go with yourself.


I’ll start with Ruth from Minnesota’s pick… Kailee Morgue and her song “Discovery.”

Then I got a song from Michael. He sent over Kasbo‘s new single because he knows I’m a fan boy that would blog it.

And because you’re a friend of the blog you’ll hit my post about the silly dumb Christmas song me and Mer made. Yeah.


Here’s a pic of my two youngest that my wife texted me yesterday while I doing my radio show. Look at these gremlins!

Go with yourself.

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Some diabolical arch-Christmas mad scientists studied over 200 Christmas songs to try and find out what would make the perfect Christmas song.

A musicologist from Boston Conservatory at Berkley, USA found that the perfect Christmas song would say the word “Christmas” 21 times. Just hearing the word Christmas evokes feelings of happiness in many people.  The song should be about 3 minutes long and feature sleigh bells.

Other themes the song should tackles include, love, joy, peace, and Santa. Put that song in a major key and float it around 115 bpms and you are cashing royalty cheques.

Meredith and I decided to get into the lucrative Christmas carol trade with our own Christmas song. Have a listen.

Don’t be shy, if you LOVE it…be sure to share it with all the special people in your life.

ho ho ho go with yourself.



Happy Monday! Rockers Dreamers have a song out called “Painkillers.”  I was digging the straight-forward guitar driven pop rock so checked out their latest album, This Album Does Not Exist. So far, so good.

The boys are from all over the US and now are based out of Brooklyn (or maybe Los Angeles… I dunno)… their album came out last year. I love the guitar pop rock vibes. Their style reminds me of WATERS.


D’aww, this popped up on my wife’s timehop. December 2007 pregnant with our first child. We lived in this tiny but very trendy and modern apartment on Yates Street in downtown Victoria.

@jesuiscoral auditioning for Teen Mom. Christmas 2007.

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I’m such a lucky dog!

Go with yourself.


If you were around in the 90s, you remember the story of Tonya Harding. The small-town working class American girl who became a figure skating sensation. But then things went sideways when her boyfriend hired someone to attack figure skating rival Nancy Kerrigan in 1994.

Sufjan Stevens has taken the story of Tonya Harding and pout it to song in a way that fans of the man can get behind. Stevens has often song about the strange, the weird, the mundane and the true to life. Here he paints a melancholy portrait of the disgraced figure skating star.

The song will be available as a limited edition cassette or blue marble 7-inch single. (YES of course I pre-ordered it…I have no shame)

Stevens wrote an essay about the song and what inspired him to create this future classic.

OK, no I am ready to see Margot Robbie’s I , Tonya.



by Sufjan Stevens

I’ve been trying to write a Tonya Harding song since I first saw her skate at the U.S. Figure Skating Championships in 1991. She’s a complicated subject for a song partly because the hard facts of her life are so strange, disputable, heroic, unprecedented, and indelibly American. She was one of the greatest figure skaters of her time, and the first American woman to perform a triple axle in an international competition. She was an unlikely skating star, having been raised working class in Portland, Oregon. Being a poor outsider, her rise to fame in the skating rink was seen, by some, as a blemish on a sport that favored sophistication and style. Tonya’s skating technique was feisty, fierce, and full of athleticism, and her flamboyant outfits were often hand-made by her mother (who was abusive and overbearing). (They couldn’t afford Vera Wang.) And then there was the Nancy Kerrigan incident. In January 1994, Tonya’s then-boyfriend Jeff Gillooly hired an assailant, Shane Stant, to break fellow figure skater Nancy Kerrigan’s leg at the U.S. Figure Skating Championships at Cobo Arena in Detroit, so that she would be unable to compete at the upcoming Winter Olympics. The after-math of the attack was recorded on camera and ultimately set off a media frenzy (and an FBI investigation). Gillooly and Stan were eventually found guilty, and Tonya pleaded guilty to hindering the prosecution, and was subsequently banned for life from the U.S. Figure Skating Association. Nancy Kerrigan recovered from her injury and won a silver medal at the Winter Olympics. Tonya Harding finished eighth.

But that’s not even half the story. When Tonya and Gillooly got married, they filmed themselves having sex on their wedding night and produced one of the first-ever celebrity sex tapes (which they sold to Penthouse for $200,000 each). Tonya also had a brief career as a boxer, and is most famous for her bout with former Arkansas state employee Paula Jones (whose sexual harassment suit against Bill Clinton precipitated his impeachment in 1998). Tonya was also (very briefly) in a band called the Golden Blades (they were allegedly booed off the stage during their first and only performance). She also raced vintage automobiles (setting a record by driving a Ford Model A over 97 miles per hours on the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah). And in 1996 Tonya used mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to revive an 81-year-old woman who collapsed at a bar in Portland while playing video poker. That’s a lot to accomplish before the age of 30!

Tonya Harding’s dramatic rise and fall was fiercely followed by the media, and she very quickly became the brunt of jokes, the subject of tabloid headlines and public outcry. She was a reality TV star before such a thing even existed. But she was also simply un-categorical: American’s sweetheart with a dark twist. But I believe this is what made her so interesting, and a true American hero. In the face of outrage and defeat, Tonya bolstered shameless resolve and succeeded again and again with all manners of re-invention and self-determination. Tonya shines bright in the pantheon of American history simply because she never stopped trying her hardest. She fought classism, sexism, physical abuse and public rebuke to become an incomparable American legend.

I admit, early drafts of this song contained more than a few puns, punch lines and light-hearted jabs—sex tapes and celebrity boxing make for an entertaining narrative arc. But the more I edited, and the more I meditated, and the more I considered the wholeness of the person of Tonya Harding, I began to feel a conviction to write something with dignity and grace, to pull back the ridiculous tabloid fodder and take stock of the real story of this strange and magnificent America hero. At the end of the day, Tonya Harding was just an ordinary woman with extraordinary talent and a tireless work ethic who set out to do her very best. She did that and more. I hope the same can be said of us all.

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BIG beats on this Verite remix. I know it’s Monday and we should ease into it…but here we are.


It was Santa Claus Parade in Vancouver yesterday… and yeah I wore a Rudolph onesie.

And to keep the festive party raging… Coral and I took the kids to get a Christmas tree. Then we decorated and smashed a couple rum and eggnogs.

This was the only pic I took and posted.

How many sleeps? 21? something like that. Kids are amped.

DJing a ton right now. I’m not sure if Decembers or summer are busier for this DJ Dad… but it is all cylinders right now.

Go with yourself.