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fireworks, revisited

It’s a rare night, sitting alone at home, watching the Leafs play the Caps on TV.  At the intermission, they flashback to a man named Sawchuck; Terry “Gordon” Sawchuck — I wonder if he was listed in the Barenaked-liner-notes with all the other great Canadian (and international) Gordons…  “gordon howe” — yes.  “veal gordon bleu” — yes.  but “terry gordon sawchuck”? — tragically (gordon downie), he was not.

[and the commentator just seqeue’d with , “that night in Toronto…”  :P]

But dude; Sawchuck barely wore a facemask — and he was a goalie.  To see the footage of him and Bower; I mean, they had big leg pads, but their shoulder and chest pads were hardly more substantial than the rest of the players, and that’s way less than I wear when I get out on the ice.

Anyhow; so many of the hits on this blog are the Hockey Songs…  it seemed fitting to revisit this song.

Fireworks — The Tragically Hip:

If there’s a goal that everyone remembers it was back in ole’ 72
We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger
And all I remember was sitting beside you

You said you didn’t give a fuck about hockey
And I never saw someone say that before
You held my hand and we walked home the long way
You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr

As I said in the original post, this is the adolescent view of the Canada Cup; Paul Henderson and Bobby Orr and all that.

Isn’t it amazing anything’s accomplished
When the little sensation gets in your way
Not one ambition whisperin’ over your shoulder
Isn’t it amazing you can do anything

That’s the chorus.  Not so exciting to read, but in the song it’s a little more enthusiastic: “Isn’t it amazing (?); You can do anything (!)”

We hung out together every single moment
Cause that’s what we thought married people do
Complete with the grip of artificial chaos
And believing in the country of me and you

Crisis of faith and crisis in the Kremlin
And yea we’d heard all of that before
It’s wintertime, the house is solitude with options
And loosening the grip on a fake cold war

Anyone who has lived with someone else in a committed relationship can relate to that… (no?)

[repeat chorus]

Next to your comrades in the national fitness program
Caught in some eternal flexed-arm hang
Droppin’ to the mat in a fit of laughter
Showed no patience, tolerance or restraint

OK, so this is something that is uniquely Canadian.  We had the National Fitness Program when I was in school; it was a yearly measurement of physical fitness for which you were awarded a Bronze, Silver, or Gold badge.  Kind of like a Boy/Girl Scout merit badge, but in your school phys-ed program.  I like to think I got a Gold once, but I’m sure if I did it would be in my momento-box (and there is none).  I remember the “flexed-arm hang” as some kind of torture-test;

Fireworks exploding in the distance
Temporary towers soar

Fireworks emulating heaven
Til there are no stars anymore

Fireworks aiming straight at heaven
Temporary towers soar

Til there are no stars shining up in heaven
Til there are no stars anymore

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Isn’t it amazing what you can accomplish
When the little sensation gets in your way
No ambition whisperin’ over your shoulder
Isn’t it amazing what you can accomplish, eh
This one thing probably never goes away
I think this one thing is always supposed to stay
This one thing doesn’t have to go away

“This one thing” being that original thing — the goal that everyone remembers, the sense of unlimited possibilities, of national pride, of sitting beside that blasphemous girl, of finding true love… the fireworks.  Great song.

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this just in…

the Barenaked Ladies broke up.

well, Steve Page is gone; and as far as I’m concerned, he and Ed were the Barenaked Ladies.

my wife broke the news to me thusly:  “oh yeah, the other week*, Jodi told me Steve Perry left the Barenaked Ladies.”  close, but not quite.

and why did it not cross your mind to tell me this the-other-week-ago?  I’ve been a fan since my bootleg copy of The Yellow Tape and that early concert at Ontario Place, 1991?  1992?

not that I’m all that broken up about it.  I guess Stephanie Ford ended up being their Yoko Ono.  it was bound to happen eventually.  “King of Bedside Manner” to follow…

— dude, Steve’s Yoko ad-lib in the middle of that song is exactly why BNL will never be the same.

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how will we explain to our children…

that once apon a time, this was cool; and that 18 years later nostalgia might get the better of us and we might link to the video and reminisce about simpler times:

it’s amazing to think that this was before all that Austin Powers psuedo-psychedlic 60’s stuff.  maybe in explaining it to my children I can use it as a segue into the works of Q-Tip and A Tribe Called Quest..

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Strangeways, here we come

[maybe if I wrote this two weeks ago when it first occurred to me, it would have sounded half-way original.  but instead a quick Google brings up my exact thoughts as written by The Zone Blitz…]

the NFL network is using Morrissey’s “Everyday is like Sunday” to promote their “NFL Replay” service/option/channel (something).  it’s (almost) brilliant — with NFL Replay, you can watch any game any day of the week, so everyday IS like Sunday!! kind of like if you pumped a Tivo full of steriods, enabling it to record 15 games every weekend…

but aside from the title/refrain, this song is the antithesis of the NFL.  it’s mopey, dark, artsy, and unapologetically nihilistic.  lyrics:

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon – come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! come!

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
…that they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come – nuclear bomb

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

no joke.  the video is below.  Mouth Piece Sports rightly called the NFL usage ‘bastardized’:

Morrissey, one of the saddest vocalists of the 20th century, writing a postcard to no one and wishing for nuclear death because life is just that miserable. Wooo! Are you ready for some football?!

Violent Femmes “Blistered in the Sun” for Wendy’s, Stone Roses spread the love for Cadillac, Iggy Pop was used to convince boomers to fulfill their “Lust for Life” on (royal) carribean cruises.  we live in weird times.

[Headline reference; I always thought Strangeways was a mental institution, go figure; and Strangeways was Moz, not The Smiths, I realize that.]

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hanging yourself with management slanguage

“this all being derived from an operational risk management assessment.”

I was revisiting an old post [Ambulance at Wendy’s], and this phrase jumped out at me.  all by itself, it’s not a bad phrase, though likely to induce eye-rolling.  hearing it come from a CIA operative, or a Homeland Security bureaucrat, or a business executive, it would be enough to rouse contempt but not enough to blog about.

but the way it was mashed between two other sentences/ideas, you have to wonder if it wasn’t Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V‘d from some powerpoint slide deck that was distributed by management to whoever it is that is responsible for answering email from the public…  from the email:

With this being said I’m sure you can agree that a person’s life is more important then any of the above mentioned problems.in the time limit to stop and eat at a fast food restaurant.,this all being derived from an operational risk management assessment. Hopefully, when and if you ever need an emergency service, I hope you never do, that all the equipment is in working order,to include the vehicle being able to start, thanks to a crew making sure that their equipment is charged up by keeping the vehicle at the propper engine speed tus keeping the batteries in good working order.

“this all” would have to encompass the entire span of situational awareness, including not only the state of the vehicle in question (running unattended in the parking lot for about 15 minutes), the environmental impact (which they assured me was minimal because “diesel’s low sulphur emissions means any carbon will stay close to the ground” — which sounds suspicious to me), the economic impact (I was concerned about the cost of gas/diesel to the county, and this was before diesel peaked at $4.73) but also the fact that these EMTs went into Wendy’s to hunker down for double-cheesburgers with bacon and mayo.  I wonder how all that yummy sodium, cholesterol, and fat played into their risk assessment.

tune in next August for “what I really, really think of EMTs at Wendy’s and the administrative support staff that cover for them”

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must. have. them.

words can not begin to explain…

I’m kind of surprised they’re at Pottery Barn, but not entirely.

note to family members:  MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP.
btw, I don’t have a twin bed anymore… pillow cases will suffice.

hat tip to my dear sister…

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you’re gonna love 2009

so the kids at VH1 haven’t had enough love yet — they Loved the 80’s, they Loved the 70’s, they Loved the 90’s. they loved them all so much, they had two servings of the 70’s and 90’s and a third serving of the 80’s… you think that we’d be free and clear of all this pop-culture self-love for at least a few years, until we’d cleared the naughts, right?

NOT.

(wait, Wayne’s World was in the I-Love-The-90’s, wasn’t it?)

It’s only 2008, and VH1 is remembering the decade that isn’t done yet with I Love the New Millennium. And I’m not going to say anything bad about the show or the people who are lulled into a stupefied, hypnotic trance by watch it… I’ve wasted almost as much time on VH1’s mindless Saturday programming as I’ve wasted in rush hour traffic each year. It’s not supposed to be intellectually challenging, but the washed up celebrities their digging up for appearances are so recent, it becomes frustratingly confusing. Is Andrew W.K. currently considered a celebrity? Is he washed up? or is he there for irony, as he was never really A-list? How about Sisqo? VH1 shows shouldn’t require mental gymnastics to enjoy.

I’m wondering how this season is going to end, and secretly hoping that I’m going to catch the I Love 2009 episode that will clue me into all the fads, celebrity faux pas, and internet memes before they happen.

That would be great.

[ahh, Winnie Cooper (Danica McKellar) singing Fergie’s “London Bridge” — I love I LOVE 2006.]

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