Tag: Musings

What the Hell?

December 8th, 2010, 2:06 am Thirty years ago tonight, I was a student at Carleton, and Lee G. Hill and I were sharing a room at Russell House in the university’s residence complex. The phone rang. It was my girlfriend, Paula. “Turn on the radio,” she said, breathless. ”I think

Look, I like Michael Chong, too. In fact, I’ve probably liked the Conservative MP longer than anyone else. Way back in November 2006, when we were being urged by elites to recognize Quebec as a “nation,” Chong objected, and resigned his cabinet seat. In another newspaper, I called him an

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My God, my God, I love reading interviews with the Gallaghers.  Here’s Noel: How about Miley Cyrus? Are you a fan? I think there’s a trend, unfortunately, in the game, at the minute, of girls desperately trying to be provocative or desperately trying to – in inverted commas – “start

…we should never give up on eliminating violence against women: • Geneviève Bergeron (born 1968), civil engineering student • Hélène Colgan (born 1966), mechanical engineering student • Nathalie Croteau (born 1966), mechanical engineering student • Barbara Daigneault (born 1967), mechanical engineering student • Anne-Marie Edward (born 1968), chemical engineering student

Many moving tributes to Nelson Mandela this morning, and many of them describing how he was their spark: to oppose racism, to oppose oppression, to oppose totalitarianism. I was involved in anti-racism stuff  before I had ever heard Mandela’s name – in the Calgary punk scene, with movements like Rock

Well, it always is until it isn’t. Not much else Jason can say, really.

…well, okay, their ‘Gallery of Songs Inspired by Rob Ford’ chart, that is. But we’re SFH, and we’ll take whatever we can get. Click on the image to see what else they’ve got on their chart! And buy our Ugly Pop 45 when it’s out! (And yes, single girls, that’s

Also located in last night’s rummaging through a closet.  From a gig we played at Calgary’s Union Hall, opening for DOA.  Here it is.  Download, fold, spindle or mutilate, as you desire. Oh, and the swearing is by, er, Ras Pierre. Shame on him.

Above: the teenaged lead singer of the Hot Nasties, circa 1977-78. Photo located last night under a pile of old records. Note the rasta handle. SFH’s fate seems inextricably linked, in myriad ways, to Toronto “mayor” Rob Ford.  We can’t shake him, as hard as we try.  He’s like herpes

Dear Chief Blair: Other folks want to canonize you as a saint. I’ve never felt that way, for various reasons. Another reason: your guys had the goods on Rob Ford six ways to Sunday. Schedule One narcotic use and possession (as he’s admitted); extortion (threatening the power of his office

ROB FORD DOES HEROIN. That would’ve been my headline. Call me crazy, and many do, but it seems to me that that is news. Wow.

My Aunt Irene passed away on the weekend, another family member felled by cancer. Her funeral is today in Knowlton, in the Eastern Townships, and I couldn’t get there on time. My Mom is there, however. What can I tell you about her? To me – as a kid, as

Hey! Somewhere in the past few days, I acquired more than 14,000 Twitter enthusiasts. At the moment, 14,234, to be precise. I have some small distance to go before catching up to a Future Prime Minister and Our New Twitter Overlord, but not much. So, do I get an award

Jim Watson calls Gord Brown “Gordie.” Good God! The horror! Oh, wait.  I call Gordie “Gordie,” too, because he’s one of my oldest friends. I’m friends with Michael McSweeney, as well.  I wish to assure the Citizen’s crack investigative team that I do not, however, call Michael “Mike.” So, let’s

I’m no PMO shill, obviously, but I think this Chong bill is a trap. It is dangerous. Among other things, it would render this sort of nightmare – which I lived through, day after day, from 2000 to 2006 – a constitutional crisis. Well-intentioned, but a bad idea. Cure is

Junior Murvin, a giant of my teenage punk years, died yesterday in Port Antonio.  He was in his sixties.  No one knows yet what was the cause, apparently. The Clash famously covered Police and Thieves, of course, but Murvin should be remembered for more that one amazing tune.  He was

Dear Rob Ford: We decided to have a meeting, and limit attendance to people who haven’t committed a number of major crimes.  Sorry. Sincerely, Kathleen Wynne and Norm Kelly