Lift off: Happy New Year!

Best line from 2009 is...

Customs officer at Montana/Alberta Border: "So, anything to declare gentlemen?"
Man in car (points to friend, riding shot gun, staring ahead intently): "My friend has polished off a full BMT sub with all the fixings, smoked half a pack of Marlboros in the last half hour and has a belly full of gin. I do declare he's had an excellent time!"

As told by Stephen Dee, now living in London.

Bobby Orr Eruption

#10 Guy lafleur

Guy Lafleur goal vs Toronto 1978

real life script from the sales office

Pamperin’ at Studio London?

By John Stiles

TENSE BOSS:
Stick to the script n pick a voice that works, ‘Kay?

[LAZY STORK starts writing.]

THE SQUEAKY ONE
(screams!)
Yes, man, I said ‘Free’, A FREE pamperin’
session at Studio London. This is thin going man!

[LAZY STORK stops writing. LEAVES.]

TENSE BOSS:
Where’s he goin’ now?

NICE EDWARD:
Loo?

[MOMENTARY LAPSE IN CHATTER]

THE SQUEAKY ONE
Anyone speak with a Tanya?

[LAZY STORK RETURNS. Sits.]

LAZY STORK
Few days ago…

CHEESEMAN
She’s mine. Tell her I’m on the other line!

TENSE BOSS
You sure?

CHEESEMAN
May a thousand fleas infest my armpits if I am wrong.

[Knowing glance from THE SQUEAKY ONE and LAZY STORK.]

ZATHAN BIG BUM:
(heated, more intense)
Lovely. Then we’ll pop open the bubbly for you. You can
Sit n relax on leather bound sofas for a relaxing tipple…
(WINKS)
slap n tickle…

CHEESEMAN:
Maestro or Solo? The name and fourteen digits on the front of the card…

THE SQUEAKY ONE
Yes, of course we do plus size models!

TENSE BOSS
ZATHAN is on his third deal, Mr!

[LAZY STORK, mulls]

TENSE BOSS
Start reading the script. Word for word.

LAZY STORK
(Reads)
Experienced expert man sought for afternoons of Lusciousness
Central London. No pressure involved.

THE SQUEAKY ONE
I want that script…

LAZY STORK
(Stares)

TBC in ELLIOT AT BAY

Hey, Sorry but this is me at the moment.

With certain people away and no guests for the last fews days and Christmas approaching and things generally hysterical in the world I can revert to the thing that gives me the only piece of mind I have left, my continued obsession with the folk of a small parcel of land situated between the mountains of Windsor NS and Greenwood NS, the Annapolis Valley. So no Dolly Parton today, nor Police, nor Dragonforce, nor Children of Bodom, no obsessing about career, nor leaky roofs, nor money problems, no guy bumping on the ceiling cause I'm playing the music too loud just a full set by a great Halifax, NS band, called The Sorrys. Neanderthal Cell Phone iLike, but won't I pod.
I don't need to.
Hey this is the second album, mother fucker.
I won't get into it more than to say that the guitar has a continuing presence on the second album as if a rocking road ride through the 70's, 80's, 90's. Also the writing is distinctive - front man, Trevor Millet's wit and barbs are there on NCP, passed on from the first album: "The Last Clear Thought Before You Fall Backwards." Perhaps a torch has been passed from Sloan to the Superfriendz on to The Sorrys, I dunno but I do see Charles Austin on the credits.

In Achievement Races, the lead song, Millett announces:

"Christ you are something...
I want to double dare, pull your hair."

Oh, well here I go again...!

Hey it is just my opinion but there is a conversation between the singer (Millett) and the guitar player (Jim) that goes on and on. Also it sounds like there is actually a guy banging on the drums not a dink at a computer adding drum effects. The bass is solid too, listen for it on Roses.

"I will see this moon again,
It's the same old moon that its ever been..."

There is some middle-aged resignation in the music also, especially about the modern pace of the world.
A good line:

"In the end we all turn to dust
so why don't you tell me what the hell was your rush?"

I read the band met at a party, well it is like the conversation from that first intense but good-natured meeting has still continued on in the music. There is an energy there that seems like an extended jam session. It is like the boys don't wanna go home...
Sorry that how I see it..