Wordless Wednesday: Storm Front VI

It's been a gusty night in London, Ontario, my freaky friends!

Lots to discuss, but for now, my best shot of the night:



This storm was like nothing I have ever experienced before.

My thoughts if the thunder or tornadoes thrashed you tonight,

L

Music Monday: Disease-d

My fresh-faced friends,

Mondays are always a little rough.

And Matchbox 20's Disease is so smooth (pun intended).



You've gotta love a good taped live show. Find the official video here.

And that's all I've got to say about that.

Digging the disease (but not the early morning),

L

Music Monday: That Funky Music

Good evening my Monday friends!

I'll be honest - this morning was rough. I was all excited last night (something about a really good looking vampire) and stayed up much too late.

The inevitable happened, and I slept in this morning. I managed to make it to work on time (and in top form), but let me tell you, I was a little off kilter all day.

So, today, I needed something really damn cool. Something I could boogie down to, something that demands a little off kilter action.

To the Parentals - I know what you did in the seventies. It was all a little sideways, no?

I bet it looked good on you, and it probably felt even better.

Now for the good stuff, the natural high. We all know drugs are bad. You should never, ever, touch them. Not one little bit. Not even if you nothing else to live for. At least that is my disclaimer.

Get ready to bop to the beat of Wild Cherry and their bad ass ballad "Play that Funky Music":

Did you happen to watch the Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards last night?

We had it on, but I forced the Newf to turn it off. It seems the majority of those kids are too young to hold my interest. That, or I'm too old.

Either way, after watching that, I don't feel old anymore. You rock, Wild Cherry.

Avoiding the Nickelodeon green garbage, cool cure and pretty powders,

L

Music Monday: Beating the Business

Good morning my loves!

I have something very special for you! Yes I do!

In order to celebrate my sexy sashay back into the workforce I have a fun little ditty (and definitely not the original video).

This song was written by a guy called Randy Bachman. You might remember him as a member of The Guess Who.

Anyways, Bachman based this song on a recording technician who worked with his band. Some lyrics, "take the 8:15 into the city" and the song's title "White Collared Worker", for example, were born purely because of Bachman's muse. This specific technician took an 8:15 train to get to work and wore the standard uniform of audio technicians - a white collared shirt.

When Bachman first played his new song for the lead singer of The Guess Who, Burton Cummings, he did not receive positive reinforcement. Instead, Burton stated that the band would never play the song and insisted that he was ashamed of Bachman (it seems that the first guitar riff of the song was awfully similar to The Beatles "Paperback Writer").

Cummings was scared of getting sued, and swore it would never be played. Bachman still wanted his song played.

To make a long story short, an ironic twist of fate gave Bachman the opportunity to sing his "White Collared Worker" on stage with his second band, a little group called B.T.O.

Bachman exchanged the previous "White Collared Worker" title with "Taking Care of Business", a catchphrase of a DJ he had heard over the radio. The disputed guitar riff was revised, and "Taking Care of Business" was born.

Enjoy this saucy little version of B.T.O.'s "Taking Care of Business"! I hope it ramps up your Monday!

I'll never look at mopping the same way. Hoover, anyone?

What do you do to spice up your housework?

Done my first day,

L

Photo Feedback: Friday Night at the Horse Show

I have a problem. I have piles of photographs and no one to critique them. Some of the photos are funky, and some of them have flopped.

If I post them, do you think you could critique them? I don't care what qualifications you have (or don't have), because everything helps! Maybe it is the content, or the lighting, or whatever. If you would change it, I want to know.

Of course, if you think it is the best thing you've ever seen and you would pay millions and millions of dollars just to hang it in your home, don't hesitate to give me a shout. Hey, it's going to happen. I'm amazing.

And finally, if you are like me, and want something constructive shoot me a photo and we'll get it up here (with due credit and links, of course).

First up, I have a couple of shots I took at a horse show last weekend. I really liked them, but they seemed to have flopped.

Too bad.

Ideas?






And finally, everyone's favourite:



If you want to see the other five shots I really liked, check out my Flickr page. Do you have a photography website or Flickr page? Let me know where!

Creating criticism,

L

Music Monday: You Know Amy's Good

It is a sad day that a girl riddled with as much talent as Amy Winehouse dies, only to be remember as an addict.

Everyone of us will die. Some of us will be junkies, but only a special few can sing like Winehouse could.

Let's remember the talent, not the shortcomings. Because let's face it people, we all have our faults and our addictions (I'm partial to milk chocolate).

Here is one of my favourites, You Know I'm No Good, by Ms. Amy Winehouse:



Do you lament the loss? Do you believe in the Forever 27 Curse? Did you know the club of chance existed?

Tell me why (and remember, karma is a bitch)!

Singing (Amy's) Swan Song,

L

Music Monday: You're Unbelievable

Today's track is for my peeps. They are 100% unbelievable. Grooooooooaaaaaan!

Granted, today's song may have used before is known for its profanity. Before I explain, take a quick little listen to EMF's Unbelievable:



The video is less than thrilling, I know. But, did you hear that? Take a closer listen to the chorus - there is a background vocal that can be vaguely heard saying, "What the fuck was that?"

Now typically, this would require strict editing before any type of radio play proceeded. However, these lyrics were never edited (probably because they were considered incoherent background vocals). Now you know better, you are armed for pissing off only the most prominent prudes with your newfound musical knowledge.

Considering the sheer amount of air time Unbelievable has received since its release, and the amount of times the f-bomb is dropped in this specific song, this track is likely responsible for the most profanity ever heard over radio.

Not enough? You want more?

Well, know that according to the song on the B-side of the Unbelievable single was a song called "EMF" (a self-titled track). This song included the chorus: "E! Ecstasy! M! Motherfucker, motherfucker! F! From us to you…"

What would their mother think? I can tell you, mine would not be impressed.

Now that I've mentioned my Mother, here's a fun fact about me: when I was in university I rarely studied in the library. When I did I would do the natural thing - scope out a chair close to a cute boy. I'd set up my song, wait to catch his eye and then I'd push play.

Who needs poetry when you've got a ready-to-go, an "unbelievable" if you will, catchline?

To try my little trick, know that my sweet spot is right around 1:17. A note to catch his attention, and wham bam thank you ma'am!

Starting to get saucy,

L