– that I not only know the band and band members who had the old Terry Fox van, but I’ve ridden in it as well.

The Econoline van that was Terry Fox’s home on the road for 143 days during his 1980 Marathon of Hope is being restored.

Let’s get kinky and go for some of the tight, four way stuff.

I can smell it in the air, it’s been building since Saturday when the first real whiff of it could be found floating gently on the early morning breeze - and today the breeze tells me there’s no doubt about it, spring is here and we’ll soon be on the bikes and on the road…. indeed the Mudmen rendition and video of “Home for a Rest” has been rattling around in my head since I first stepped out the door this morning - so here it is for the rest of ya to enjoy.

Here’s a short video clip from the the finest Irish band that ever played.

The current lamentation over the quality of digital audio sound is just a silly argument between spoiled audio fetishists who’ve forgotten that recorded music is actually about - music.

A good 80’s rocker gone.

The British tradition of Morris Dancing had been performed exclusively by men for several hundred years. During the First World War, when the male mortality rate in some English towns and villages approached seventy percent, the tradition would have been lost were it not for the women who chose to carry it on.

Tomorrow morning will see me early on the bike, and by tomorrow night this time I’ll be far down the road and well into the land of dial-up…. so don’t expect to hear much out of me until sometime Monday evening when I get back.

Well, on the thirtieth anniversary of his death, it seems like an appropriate time to reveal something that might surprise you: I once had the opportunity to play backup for Elvis.

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Tumivut’s first CD is in stores now. There are a number of tracks available on their website, give them a listen, then go to your local music store and ask for the CD by name - if they don’t have it ask them “why”, and then order a copy.

In which an astonished balbulican discovers the amazing uses some women have found for the humble iPod.

Last night, after the code books, gold bullion and explosives were packed away and the cognac came out, the residents of the Bunker set out the resolve one of life’s burning questions: What’s the most incongruously cheerful song ever written about a mass murderer?

Having a huge realization about something ridiculously unimportant can be as much fun as Archimedes discovering buoyancy in his bath.

A friend of mine loves to brainstorm odd pop culture lists over beer. We’ve done “The Ten Double Albums That Only Deserved To Be Single Albums”, a fifteen song set list for an imaginary Beatles reunion, and, over our holiday beers last week, “The Greatest Ten Seconds In Rock”.