Bjorn reminded me Da Brudders first LP – my fave ever, still – came out 38 years ago today. Here they are in Arturo Vega’s loft in 1975, around the time that a teenage misfit in Calgary was starting to hear about them. God-like geniuses. Can’t believe it’s been almost 40 frigging years.
This Saturday night at the Bovine Sex Club on Queen West – see it live, buy merch, help us pay for our therapists!
We put our clients on our web site. Have for years.
Here’s one of the ones that, shockingly, has been there for years:
Oh, and this is where this sort of nefarious stuff all gets tracked, year after year, from the Auditor General’s web site.
Anyway, best to your Dad. Good luck and God bless, etc.
She’s in her last exam at Dal, right now, and doesn’t even know: we just got the letter announcing that she’d been picked for the Ontario swim team, so you guys get to know before she does!
Wooot! Proud Dad, here.
Yesterday’s Ontario Newswatch report comes in for some particularly categorical, on-the-record condemnation from the Ontario NDP, here.
Two things: one, what else would you expect him to say? (viz., “Yes, it’s true, we are going to vote against the budget that hasn’t been tabled yet.”) Two, Bisson better hope he never runs into Sue Kelly in a dark alley one night. Accusing a veteran scribe of being a liar, as Bisson does, is something that should never be done lightly.
Son One, who is smarter than me, spoke to me at length about this morning on the way in (in a vehicle, yes). It got me so depressed, I went looking for evidence about his claims. I found it.
Bottom line: the point at which we start to destroying the planet has been passed, pretty much.