I’ll just start off by apologizing to the guitar nerds out there, of which I am indisputably one, for the relative lack of guitar geekery you’ll read here.* Because Eric Johnson is like the god that guitar nerds bow down to. But when I hear this song, I’m not reminded of guitar geekery, I’m reminded of the early ‘90s Toronto Blue Jays. Continue reading
This is the post this blog was made for. Since I started the blog back in 2010, this is only the second time the perfect song has come up on shuffle at the perfect time (here’s the first). It’s the ultimate in shuffled synergy and it made me feel alive. Continue reading
To absolutely no acclaim, I ran on the St. Elizabeth Catholic Secondary School track team in Grade 11. It was the spring of 1989, just as Neneh Cherry’s “Buffalo Stance” was soaring to No. 3 in Canada and the U.S. I was fast, but not legit fast; I was baseball player fast, not track athlete fast. Continue reading
My exceedingly well documented Dear Rouge obsession started almost three years ago, after I bought their debut album, Black to Gold. That album brought all kinds of fun things to mind for me, inspiring my post on the Top 10 Things Dear Rouge’s Black to Gold Reminds Me Of. Not surprisingly, I love their new album, Phases, and it’s got my mind racing again. So here we go… Continue reading
I didn’t realize how much I loved his song until it popped up on shuffle today. The second the repeating eighth-note guitar pattern, which never lets up throughout the song, struck my ears, I actually felt tears of joy well up in my eyes. It was a completely unexpected reaction. Continue reading
The beauty of being sleep-deprived is that you fall asleep really quickly. I didn’t have that “advantage” in my early 20’s. Back then it took me forever to fall asleep, so I would listen to music through my earbuds to relax. Which is what this piece did to me… that is before it gave me terrifying visions. More on that to come. Continue reading
“Hike up your skirt a little more. And show your world to me. In a boy’s dream.”
How was it that I became the subject of a boy’s dream, exactly? It was the summer of 1997 and this song, was still fresh. Continue reading
The latter half of 1993 was weirdly social for me. If you know me, you know that social interaction can be a bit awkward for me, which is true of most introverts. But something strange happened that summer, while working at Canada’s Wonderland. Continue reading
I think I own Beatles music because I feel it’s my duty as a music fan. Continue reading
Remember mix tapes?
Okay, I get it, Valley-Girl-Voiced Imaginary Reader. You’re younger than me. You can un-pause Spotify now.
Anyway, I would pick my songs and add up the times of each song to make sure I could maximize each 45-minute side of a 90-minute tape. Continue reading