A reasonable facsimile thereof

This was the October 14, 2010 68Comeback Special radio show, not counting the talking, or the ads, or the psa’s, or the music.

Tom Ze  -  Mulher Navio Negreiro

Lauzier/Perkin/Kuster  -  Illegalite

Cephalic Carnage  -  Warbots A.M.

the Meices  -  Alex Put Something in His Pocket

Ladyhawk  -  I Don’t Always Know What You’re Thinking

At the Drive-In  -  Rolodex Propaganda

Obits  -  Fake Kinkade

Bruce Haack  -  National Anthem to the Moon

Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan  -  Time of the Season

Elliott Smith  -  Independence Day

Random Recipe  -  I Don’t Want to Want You

Zola Jesus  -  Manifest Destiny

the Mekons  -  I’m So Happy

Matthew Sweet/Susannah Hoffs  -  All the Young Dudes

Roots Manuva Meets Wrongtom  -  Motion 82

Mark Haney – A Touchy Situation

Falklands- Earthquake

DVAS – Telegraph

Black Mountain – Old Fangs

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – Dirty Old Town

Gang Crimes – Politicking

Mermaids – Whirlpool

Plumtree  -  Scott Pilgrim

Sound advice on the 68Comeback tip

Imagine that it’s 3 o’clock this afternoon, and you’re sitting at home. Or at work. Or in a car someplace. Or at the bottom of a mine shaft. Or at a friend’s house. Or you’ve broken into an enemy’s house and you’re just about to shortsheet the bed and rifle through their belongings for cash, interesting pharmaceuticals and/or easily pawned electronics. In any case, you’ve decided that a little radio listening would be nice while you do what you’re doing. Well friend, you’re absolutely right about that, a little radio listening is nice, and seeing as it’s 3 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, what’s even nicer is, it’s time for the 68 Comeback Special on CJSR-FM88!

Coming up this afternoon, an “in-depth” discussion* of this article from Vice Magazine, about how philosophers think they’re so smart, but if they don’t like music, they’re not, as evidenced by the guy who wrote this article for Vice Magazine, who nearly lost everything, including his mind, when he did the very not-smart thing of trying to go entirely without music for two weeks. Special bonus for clicking the first Vice link: illustrations of philosophers by Drive Like Jehu/Hot Snakes/the Obits’ Rick Froberg.

Also: 75% chance of At the Drive-In getting played; 87% chance of 3 or more public service announcements being read; 99.99% chance of Gabe giving a Grade 4 Report; 100% chance of behind-the-scenes pop and chips.

NOT coming up this afternoon, any mention whatsoever of Lady Gaga, who we are all in constant danger of overthinking. We’re leaving that sort of talk to the experts.

Oh, and by the way – all that illegal stuff we mentioned earlier? This is the 68Comeback Special telling you that you really shouldn’t, but if you do it anyway, you should save some of the money. Fundrive’s coming.

*Or possibly no discussion. After all, if writing about music is like dancing about architecture, then what does that make talking about writing about music?

Blogging the Commercial I Just Watched: London Drugs

How fortunate to have two kinds of London Drugs commercials to discuss today. We’ve got the batch where they’ve got London Drugs handbaskets filling in for an item that can easily be acquired by visiting an London Drugs store. So, for example, there’s the one where the Napoleon Dynamite-looking kid’s mom enters his room to deliver some laundry (without knocking! MO-OM!), discovers him working out with a couple of those baskets instead of dumbbells, and looks a little creeped-out as she backs out again*. Or, there’s also the one I saw, like, 30 times tonight, where one lady leans over a little to peer at one of said baskets and remarks that the “boy” in the “photo” in the “frame” looks just like his “father” (completely effin’ intolerable, this one).

The other kind features two guys, one wearing a hat, the other strumming a guitar, singing a list of things that are on special at London Drugs. But, not one of those things is ever anything that could be deployed in some fashion that would prevent London Drugs from making any commercials at all (in the case where they can’t stop themselves from engaging in such complete dumbassery), or anything with which to kill onesself as a last, last resort (even if it’s completely not fair to have to kill your own self because of something London Drugs did). Get stuffed, London Drugs.

(Updated 7 hours later)

P.S.  Oh, London Drugs, I can’t stay mad at you. But hey,  next time you want to shell out a lot of money for television ads that aren’t so great, please, call me first.

*Oh for fuck’s sake, the kid could be in there, as you arrive without knocking, molesting a neighbourhood cat or building a fertilizer bomb or playing air saxophone along with Kenny G! COUNT YOUR FUCKING BLESSINGS THAT HE’S WORKING OUT!!!

Here’s a book. Bang your head.

I am typing this post while making the devil horns with my hands. Therefore, I will keep it short.

You should read it in a Cookie Monster voice. One more reason to keep it short.

But yeah. Fuck yeah, in fact. Hideous Gnosis!!!

Post Show Post

We did it! Another radio show! Thanks for tuning in, unless you didn’t! Did you hear a song you’d like to hear again, but you didn’t hear its title? Well, it was one of the following. Good luck!

Barry Romberg’s Random Access  -  First Things First

Mavis Staples  -  Don’t Knock

Falklands  -  Southern Cross

Roots Manuva/Wrongtom  -  Worl’ a Mine

Thea vs. Loki  -  Marilyn Monroe

Miles Davis  -  Great Expectations

Man Legs  -  Girls Are Tuff

Grinderman  -  Evil

Tim Kasher  -  Cold Love

Tucker Finn  -  Almost Calling You

Vaselines  -  Devil Inside Me

Gary War  -  Orange Trails

Gemma Ray  -  Touch Me I’m Sick

New Bomb Turks  -  Turning Tricks

Vic Chesnutt   -  Isadora Duncan

Solex vs. Cristina Martinez + Jon Spencer  -  The Uppercut

Hot Panda  -  Mindlessnesslessness

D.O.A.  -  Don’t Bank On a Bank

No Age  -  Fever Dreaming

Black Mountain  -  Sadie

the Meat Purveyors  -  Dempsey Nash

Holy Sons  -  Deprivation Thrills

Film School  -  Distant Life

Dear Candidate,…

Hey, with a week and a half to go until Edmonton’s civic election, I’m pretty fed up with seeing candidates’ campaign signs littering public property, enough that I sent an e-mail to mayoral candidate David Dorward’s campaign HQ. He’s not necessarily the worst offender overall, but he was the worst offender on the bike ride to drop the kids off at school today. Please, if you feel the same, don’t hesitate to do a little e-mailing of your own. You can cut and paste mine if you want – just remember to sign your own name.

Dear Candidate,

I saw your election signs on public property today. The placement of these signs suggests that the City of Edmonton specifically endorses your candidacy for public office. As the City of Edmonton does not specifically endorse any person’s candidacy for public office, I know this to be untrue.

Also, as per the Sign Free Edmonton initiative, quoting from the Bylaws & Licences section of the City of Edmonton website, 

“Edmonton’s roadsides are littered with illegally placed signs. The citizens of Edmonton agree that signs are an unsightly problem and have asked the City to take action.
As a result, Community Standards Peace Officers now ticket business owners or citizens who illegally place advertising signs on roadways. Garage sale signs are included. The fine for illegally placing a sign is $250.”
Please remove your signs from public property, or I will contact the city’s bylaw enforcement division to do so.
Yours in maintaining minimal standards of honesty and cleanliness in our city,
Craig Elliott

Tune in tomorrow when…

T’morrow on the 68 Comeback Special Variety Hour-which-is-actually-two, heard Thursday afternoons on CJSR-FM88 from 3-5pm, to the best of my knowledge at this moment, we haven’t any special guests scheduled per se, but does that mean the show won’t be special? Hells no!

First off, Tom’s back! On the heels of a successful campaign that saw him address the European Parliament, receive the Nobel Prize in economics for his groundbreaking work on bass procurement subsidies, headline a sold-out show at Wembley Stadium and steal Nicolas Sarkozy’s wife, he’s back where he belongs, exemplifying for all concerned what it truly means to be a new world man.

Second off, Chad’s back, too! CJSR’s Music Director and current keeper of The Magic ‘Stache was in New York City (NEW YORK CITY?!?), where he saw Pavement, singlehandedly foiled a terrorist plot to paint Times Square an off-putting shade of ochre, and then, with sleight of hand that is the envy of 14-year old shoplifters the world over, replaced the Statue of Liberty with an exact replica made of papier mache. Whether or not we’re actually forced to call him to the booth with some stupid trumped-up emergency, it’s just comforting to know he’s nearby.

You’re doing the right thing if you’re making plans to tune in, but if we might make one additional suggestion as you near completion of your preparations, you should probably also check out the new, Anti-Music issue of Vice Magazine.

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