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This week’s CRC dives into some Kuba Oms. A man making some waves in Vancouver on The Peak 100.5FM and every Wednesday at Darcy’s Pub. Blue Violets got a great review in Exclaim magazine, talk about that, then go into MTV’s Peak Season. A recent episode featured Victoria rockers The Paper Cranes on the soundtrack.  Show ends with a new artist to tuck into.  Eric Harper, singing about something we Garden City kids know lots about: RAIN. Thank you for finding my show, tell a friend about it and help spread the word.

Download: Capital Rock City #82

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DJ Notes

01) Kuba Oms – “Ride On”
02) The Blue Violets – “You Said”
03) The Paper Cranes – Telephone”
04) Eric Harper – “Rain”

Thank you for finding my show.  Go with yourself.

We are all living in a village and a terrible horde of Mongols descend on our hamlet.  So many Mongols that there is no way to fight them, we all have to go down into the cellar and hide.  Here we are, 100 hundred of us, huddling in the cellar waiting for the villainous Mongols to move on, if we make one tiny sound they will find us and slaughter us all!

And you brought your baby and the baby is hungry and is about to cry.

Would you smother your baby and kill her to save the village?

What a crazy question right?  I was listening to Radiolab tonight and their topic was “Abstract Thought.”  Have a listen, Killing Babies, Save the World.

If we asked our little village of 100 what they would do, it would split down the middle 50/50.  Half of us would kill the baby and half could never.

That split would likely fall down the line of who has kids and who does not because if the question is, “Would Jeremy kill Madelyn to save all you fuckers?”  then my answer would be no, I would not.  Sorry folks, but you’re all target practice for those murderous Mongols’ arrows.

However, if the question is, “would you kill A baby (no baby in particular, but just A baby) to save the lives of 100 people?” your (and even my) rationale brain would say, yes it must, sadly, be so.

weird stuff to think about.  The podcast goes on to discuss this abstract scenario.

You’re walking along the Sea Wall sporting a mighty fine $1,000 suit (or you ladies might be rocking a signed R Patts T-shirt) and you happen upon a drowning woman in the ocean.  Do you jump into the sea to save her but ruin your new suit?

The answer for almost all of us is, yes I would jump in the sea and ruin my $1,000 suit to save the life of this drowning woman.

Now you feel like a hero and you get home and in your mailbox is a letter asking for a donation of $1,000 to save the life of A girl somewhere else in the world.  Do you cut the cheque and drop it in the mail?  The answer for most of us is… no.

Why?

To quote Pearl Jam, its evolution baby.  The woman we know, we see drowning… we save because basically, she is part of our tribe.  We have an emotional attachment to the situation.  The woman dying of starvation in Ethiopia is an abstract thought.  What lady?  who? where?  never heard of Sierra Leone… and we move on.  Am I bad guy?  Kinda when you think about it, but not really because my simple brain can’t comprehend it.  I have no emotional connection to the starving lady across the world but I have an emotional connection to $1,000 err $300 in my bank account.

This is a super duper problem because right now, the biggest issues facing our planet, pollution/global warming/war/starvation are global abstract problems.  neat.

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I love listening to the radio.  When I am not working on the radio and I am driving around I enjoy punching around the dial.  I find that I am more likely to find something I enjoy somewhere on the FM dial than I am am poking around my TV.

Today I was listening to the CBC and they had this great documentary about the history of the Steam Engine.

Listen to the Story of Steam. amazing bit of radio both sonically (sounded great) but also a mighty fine story.  Basically it talks about how huge the invention of the steam engine was for all of us today.  If you’re a dork like me, it’ll be worth your time to listen to the show.

Go with yourself.

The Wayback Guy reflects on the first band to be labeled “punk rock,” and as you can imagine, he does not approve.

Download: The Wayback Guy hates the punk rockery

Thank you to Zone producer Sheldon for helping to put together the Wayback Track each week for The Modern Rock Countdown.

There are many reasons why I love the internet, but the most important for me is the randomness of discovery.

The last few days I’ve been jiving on lots of garage, mod, protopunk and 60s pop.  Reading about protopunk took me to discover and download some music from a band called ? The Mysterians.  They were the first band to ever be described as “punk.”

I was talking about about ? and the Mysterians on the radio last week when a Zoner far wiser than I called up to say, “The Mysterians might have been called the first punk band, but the actual first hard rocking punkers were a 1960 garage band from Seattle called The Sonics.”

The Sonics?  Sure enough, they have a groovy harsh punker sound.  I went to iTunes to try and find one of their classic records, either ‘Here are the Sonics’ or ‘Boom.” Sadly, neither were available.  But searching led me to a podcast for a theatre sound technician form the UK named Steve Brown.  Steve’s blog/podcast is nothing but audio soundscapes and weirdness.

I ended up poking around there this evening listening to the sounds of streets in Brighton or Seoul or wherever Steve decided to plant a mic and hit record.  One of my favourite posts is this audio/visual collage of Cold War era radio transmissions.  Very geeky stuff for you audiophiles find my blog.  I subscribed to his podcast.  Lots of great stuff to inspire and maybe one day sample for a project.

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Coral and I took Mads to Coquitlam this weekend for a little visit.  Coral bought a book on the boat called “The Book of Negros,” by Lawrence Hill.  Coral can’t put it down.  I’ll need to get in line to read it when she’s done.

The book basically follows the life of a young girl who is captured in her village in West Africa.  She is 11 years old and sent to the Americas to become a slave.  She gets freed during the American Revolution and is resettled in Nova Scotia before returning to Sierra Leone.

While reading, Coral occasionally pops up to ask me about some historical event that they mention in the novel, like Saint Helena Island or the old French colony of Saint Domingue.   I’d find it for her, do a quick read then have to keep poking around.  Saint Domingue is now Haiti!  One of the poorest countries (and THE poorest in the West) in the world.  But in the colonial times, it was the wealthiest colony.  Haiti was the site of a slave rebellion that led to its independence, the only successful slave rebellion in Earth’s history.  And yet 200 years later, the country is in shambles.  Its sad to think about.  In the late 1700s and early 1800, these black slaves are besting the armies of Britain, Spain, and Napoleon’s France… but get successfully manage their resources, and today the nation is broke and the people are poor.

The book isn’t about the slave rebellion of Haiti, but they mention it in the book… the whites in British colonies are freaking out, “what if it happens here?”

Go with yourself.

stolen without a gun from Cory Monteith's twitter @frankenteen

Last night (11/17 2009), Glee star Cory Monteith was the guest on Strombo’s The Hour.

If you click the link you can watch the episode; around the 38 minute mark George and Cory talk about his Victoria band Porchlife and Cory sends out some love for my podcast.  Thank you Cory!

Listen to the Segment: Cory Monteith Talks About Capital Rock City
The Original CRC Podcast: CRC #80

During the little segment, Cory couldn’t recall how I came up with Porchlife demos.  I got an email from a Zoner named Nick The Viking who sent me the demo files.  Thank you Nick! and thank you Cory for the mention on the CBC.  It may not have translated to a rush of hits for the podcast, but it made me feel like a rock star late last night.

Go with yourself.

Capital Rock City #81 was a fun and special production.  This week the show comes to you live from the Black Stilt Coffee Lounge.

Download: CRC 81 LIVE From the Black Stilt

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DJ Notes

Sadly, I don’t have a set list, but the order of performers goes like this.

01) Jason WalshDownload his set
02) Doc CurrieDownload his set
03) Liz and SimonDownload their set
04) JP MauriceDownload their set

Cast of Characters:

Principle Organizer: Tyson Elder
Sound: Scott Lougheed
Poster: LadyMix
Door: MissAllyB

Thank you for all your work and help in putting on the event.

Tyson is already dreaming up the next live event.

I hope you enjoy the production and if you like any of the tunes please share the link with a friend.

Go with yourself.

My head actually hurts tonight from trying sop up all this fine music I’ve been jamming.

Coral and I went to see the movie Pirate Radio on Friday night.  A very groovy film about the years of pirate radio in the UK in the mid 60s.

The film was entertaining and as a broadcaster, mind boggling.  How could radio stations in the 60s have been so rad, but you punch up an oldies station today and no one is unzipping their pants on the air or broadcasting live on remote from a deflowering of a virgin?  (heck why isn’t my show doing that now?)

The movie had an insane soundtrack of mostly 60s classics.  One song that I downloaded after the film that is changing my world is Tommy James and The Shondells – “Crimson and Clover.”

This guy was a capital R rock star.  Collapses on stage in 1970 because of a drug overdose, is pronounced dead medically… and uh, wakes up?  Continues to rock?  Priceless.

The man has an autobiography coming out in 2010 called “Me, the Mob, and the Music: One Helluva Ride with Tommy James and the Shondells.”  Put that on my list of books that must be read.

If you’re thinking, “sure Jeremy, I’ll bite.”

Download “Crimson and Clover” for sure, but also consider “Mony Mony” or “I Think We’re Alone Now.”  You recognize those titles, because they were covered in the 80s, but the originals are mighty.  “Hany Panky” is kinda quirky fun too, and the song that shot Tommy to rock and roll fame.

I better pick-up my lotto max ticket this week.  After I win I’ll be buying one of those second (or third) rate AM stations in Vancouver, doing a ton of drugs and spinning vinyl records on a radio console that looks like it from the set of Star Trek.

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In other news, what is up with that chick Ke$ha?  She is dominating top 40 right now.  Why do we all love her?  Oh right, she puked in Paris Hilton’s closet when she was on the Simple Life.

Well done cute popster, well done.

Go with yourself.

I woke up this morning to find a pile of shit in the middle of my kitchen floor.  How that pile shit came to be is a story with roots that stretch back to Friday night.

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nyQuil

Friday night Coral and I had a date night.  It was payday, Margot took Mads for the evening, and the movie Pirate Radio was playing (fun movie BTW).

As luck would have it, I started developing a head cold Friday afternoon at work, but I didn’t want to cancel the first night in forever when Coral and I had a chance to hit the town, spend some money and have fun so I manned up and trudged on.

After the film, I was pretty sick and when we got home I crushed a cup full of NyQuil and headed off to dreamland.

The thing about NyQuil is that it is a horrible narcotic.  NyQuil is supposed to pass you the fuck out so can sleep well and get better medicine (that is what the commercial says right?)  But I just ended up having lucid dreams and at 4AM, I woke.  Sick  but very much awake.  I couldn’t sleep so I woke up and watched infomercials and music videos.  They still show videos on the TV overnight, neat.

I didn’t get any better and by 6AM I needed to sleep because I was working at The Zone.  I didn’t want to call in because I was already filling in due to the Zone being short staffed with holidays going on.  I trudged in and kinda half slept, half push buttons.  By 3PM, I was full on sleeping in the chair at the Zone and wiping snot off my face.

Sadness, Saturday night was my brother CJ’s 28th birthday.  I texted Coral and told her there was no way I’d be in shape for dinner, but if I slept maybe I could do the hockey game.

I came home had a little nap… then found the DayQuil.  Looking back now, I would call this the TSN turning point.  I felt like a regular champion and met up with the boys for CJ’s birthday feeling no pain.

A few beers and an S-Kings shutout victory later, I am at Sugar to see Armchair Cynics/Acres of Lions/Vince Vaccaro.  I am drunk… nothing out of the ordinary for a night club on  a Saturday night.

The show ends, its 1 o’clock in the morning, Coral’s sister drives me home.  I hang up my coat, put away my cell phone and wallet, lock up the house, gear down and climb into bed with Coral.

I wake up in the morning, go into the kitchen to get a pot of coffee going and to my shock and horror, someone… or some thing has shit smack dab in the middle of my kitchen floor.

I yell to Coral, “Coral!  Someone broke into our house last night and shit on the floor!  or like a dog maybe…”

“A dog didn’t shit on our floor, you did!”

“SWA?”

“Well it makes sense, you peed on the floor in the bedroom.”

wow… Coral had to fill me in on what happened in the middle of the night.

As I said, I rolled into the apartment a bit after 1AM, geared down and went to bed.  But what really happened shocks and frightens me.

Coral says she woke up at 4AM to see me sitting naked on a stack of CDs in the corner of our bedroom.  It was dark and all she could make out were eyes that looked like a raccoon’s at night and my hand pushing my penis down as I urinated on the floor.  She screamed at me, “what are you doing?”  I answered back matter of factly, “going to bathroom.”

“On the floor in the bedroom?”

“No.”

“well you are.”

That must have spooked me, she says I got up and ran out of the room like a naked jangly alien.  She said I went into the apartment and she could hear me crashing around and I was gone for some time.

I came back to the bedroom and crawled into bed like nothing happened.  Coral turns to me and asks, “why did you pee on the bedroom floor?”

I reply, “no I didn’t, don’t be crazy.”

“Yes you did, I saw you.  Right over there,” and points to the corner of the bedroom.  I get back out of bed, turn on the light and investigate.  Would you look at that, I peed on the floor of my own bedroom.  I then go back to the kitchen and return with a cloth and start cleaning.  Go back to bed.

I remember none of this.  I woke up this morning and was genuinely horrified to find dumps on my kitchen floor.  Coral said she can only imagine that it happened while I was crashing around when I ran out of the bedroom. She speculates that maybe I thought I was outside squatting.  But still, questions remain, are there any more surprises around our home? Is my sleepwalking something to expect in the future? And if so, can there be a way to corral me into the bathroom to do my deeds, or even a bucket somewhere?

DayQuil is a hell of a drug.

I am not one to get blackout drunk, but there have been times in my past where I’ve put on similar productions and almost all of them begin with me being sick, taking cold medicine, then drinking.

Many moons ago, my band had a show at The Cobalt and I was sick.  I swallowed a variety pack of sudafeds, DayQuil and whatever else was around.  The band headed down to the Cobalt and I started pouring back their cheap draught beer.  By the time it was Smut Peddlings Sam’s turn to rock the stage I was not me anymore, I was some other creature.  I don’t remember the set at all.  But it was one of the few shows we taped and it was both horrible and heroic.  I spent much of the set doing one of two things, screaming obscenities at the skids and punks watching our set or laying on my back doing a Jim Morrison free form thing.  It was terrible.

At one point, some guy was heckling the band and I stopped down and started calling him a Megadeth wanna be mother fucker or something.  He whipped out his dick and started flopping it about.  Then he picked up a chair and threw it at me.  So I grabbed the chair and hurled it back at him and the bouncers came and peace was restored.  Set continued.  I sang lyrics to songs we didn’t have, different words to the wrong song. A real rock and roll tragedy.

After the set I went up to Wendy the manager to apologize and she said, “are you kidding?  That was great!” and handed me a pile of money.

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Then there was that time I was down at the beach in Gordon Head… but I think I’ve told enough embarrassing stories for a night.

Go with yourself.

Jess turned me on to a new blog the other day by a guy named Neil.  I have been jiving on Neil’s style lately and he had one of those meme type posts going on, and it looked sorta fun, so I thought I’d give it try on a lazy gray Saturday morning.

1)  You are facing an epic journey. You may choose one companion, one tool and one vehicle from any book or film to accompany you. Or just one of the three.  It’s up to you. What do you choose?

My companion is an easy one.  I would pick my buddy Bob for three key reasons.

i) He scored some Canucks tickets for the game against the San Jose Sharks, right behind the Sharks bench!

ii) Bob never complains.  We are an epic journey to chuck the ring in Mordor’s fiery lava pit and then save Princess Zelda… I got no time to hear how his girlfriend troubles.

iii) But that doesn’t mean Bob doesn’t like to talk.  While we travel across endless trackless desert on a horse with no-name, I can count on Bob to keep me thoroughly entertained with stories of sexual conquest, gossips from the characters in his life and hockey trivia.

Tool? Lateralus

Vehicle… well our journey would be a comedy… and nothing gets you into weird space/time continuum predicaments like Doc Brown’s Delorean.

2)  You can escape to the insides of any book. Where do you go, and why?

Part of me thinks it would be cool to live in Trilogy North and South.  I remember reading those books as a kid and the main characters crushed a lot of Civil War era vag.  One of the main characters is this lady named Brett who I always imagined as being very attractive.  Growing up I always thought Brett was a strange name for a man, because in my mind, it belongs to a Southern Belle.

3)  You can bring one literary character into your current life. Who do you choose, and why?

Robert Langdon… we’d travel the globe solving capers.

4)  _________________ is my go-to book. I could read that book fifty-seven times in a row without a break for food or a pee and not be remotely bored. In fact I’ve already done that but it wasn’t fifty-seven times.  It was sixty-four.

I have a hard time reading fiction books multiple times.  Now, my books about medieval history or Canadian War History?  those I can go to anytime.

5)  Of all the literary or film characters that made an impression on you as a kid, who was the most enviable?

I remember reading Sue Carpenter’s 40 Watts From Nowhere, maybe not when I was a kid, but a young adult, and I was pretty excited by the prospect of starting a pirate radio station.

Sue started a pirate radio station out of her apartment in California and lived this crazy eclectic lifestyle that I always thought I’d like to try.  The internet doesn’t make the need for a pirate radio broadcaster as important as times past, but it would be a fun hobby to run a radio station out of my home, some day.

6)  Of all the literary or film characters that made an impression on you as a kid, who was the most frightening?

Film character?
Fucking Jaws man… that shark scared the shit out of me as a kid.  I remember it was on TV late one hot summer afternoon, and for some r-tarded reason I watched it.  Then my Mom took us all up to Spani Pool for a swim.  I could barely get in the water, and when I did, I was TERRIFIED the whole time.

A shark that eats people? who dream up this shit?

7)  Every time I read _________________, I see something in it that I haven’t seen before.

Like I said, I don’t re-read fiction too often.  So yeah, Neil is smarter than me, read his answer about the book The Decameron.  he made me want to read it.

8)  It is imperative that _________________ be made into a movie. Now. I am already picketing Hollywood for this—but if they cast _________________ as _________________, I will not be happy. I will, however, be appeased if they cast _________________.

I blooged about this before, but the story of John Jewitt NEEDS to be made into a film.

If they cast Robert Pattinson as John Jewitt or the kid that plays a werewolf in New Moon as Maquinna, I’ll barf, however I can be appeased if Jewitt is played by either R Patts Brit Pack buddy from Pirate Radio, Tom Sturridge or… maybe the fugly guy from Notting Hill, Rhys Ifans.

9)  _________________ is a book that should never be made (or should have never been made) into a film.

Fast Food Nation was a powerful book that lost some mustard when it was made into a film.

and any of those movies based on blogs that were made into books.  Texts From Last Night, hilarious, please don’t make it a movie.

10)  After all these years, the _________________ scene in the book/movie _________________ still manages to give me the queebs.

Queebs is some sort of cracker slang for what exactly?

11)  After all these years, the _________________ scene in the book/movie _________________ still manages to give me a thrill.

Whenever I watch Glory and matthew Brodrick is like, “The 54th will lead the charge against..” whatever the fort is called.  And you know, all those poor guys are gunna die.

12)  If I could corner the author _________________, here’s what I’d say to them one minute or less about their book, _________________:

It would be George R.R. Martin and I would say,

“Seriously guy, finish your god damned story or give me my money back!

“If life was like school, you would have so failed out by now friendo.  Why are you walking the streets talking to me, get back to work writing YOUR GOD DAMNED BOOK…”

13)  The coolest non-fiction book I’ve ever read is _________________. Every time I flip through it, it makes me want to _________________.

I love non-fiction and re-visit my collection often.  Any time I read my book on Canadian Wolrd War One I want to write a screen lay for a movie that will suck 100 times less than Passchendaele.

Go with yourself.