Desert Island Discs

My erstwhile colleague and proximate cubicle partner Rick initiated our work version of Desert Island Discs, based on the BBC4 Radio Programme of the same name, in which we choose our top 5 songs (or albums) we would want to bring with us if we were stranded on a desert island. Below are my selections.

1. Bobby Hebb – Sunny

Bobby Hebb wrote Sunny in the two days following November 22, 1963—the day JFK was assassinated, and the day Hebb’s older brother was stabbed to death outside a Nashville nightclub. Of the song, Hebb said, “All my intentions were to think of happier times and pay tribute to my brother – basically looking for a brighter day – because times were at a low.”

For me, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come home from the bar, fucked up and sentimental, and played this song, over and over and over again. In fact, if I could only pick one song on my desert island, this would likely be it. Continue reading “Desert Island Discs”

The Songs You Will Hear in Hell

This is pretty self-explanatory…

1. Calvin Harris – Summer

You might think I like all electronic music, but you’d be wrong. As much as hell is eternal, this song will forever remind me of the summer of 2014 and the flaccid 5:00 p.m. gym monkeys who hogged the squat rack for an hour at a time, doing anything BUT exercising. Every…single…time I walked into the gym that summer, I’d see the same guys chatting at the squat rack, and not two seconds later, by dint of back luck or something more sinister, I’d hear the whiny “When I met you in the summer” intro come through the speakers, followed by the nauseating string riff, which would tenaciously embed itself for the entire workout and beyond. If ever there were a contemporary case of classical conditioning, this song would be it, for every time I hear it, I want to punch something. It’s like that scene in Kingsman – Secret Service, when Colin Firth hears Freebird. Except Freebird is good. Continue reading “The Songs You Will Hear in Hell”

Top 5 Summer Songs

On account of this likely being the best day we’re going to have all of 2016, here are my picks for the Top 5 Summer Songs poll we did at work a few weeks’ back.

1. Mungo Jerry – Summertime

I’ve liked this song ever since I was a kid, riding shotgun in my Dad’s shitbox Chevrolet Impala (and later, his Dodge Magnum) to go see the harness races at Stampede Park . My Dad had friends from A to Z, and, being the bar manager at a number of bars, he of course got invited to parties and whatnot that the younger cocktail waitresses were having, and, you know, lots of these waitresses’ guy friends actually looked like Mungo Jerry. Continue reading “Top 5 Summer Songs”

Top 5 Rain Songs

At work as of late we’ve been sharing different song themes, from “Desert Island Discs” (in which we share the top 5 songs (or albums) that we’d want if we were stranded on a desert island), to “Five Songs You’d Hear in Hell”, to “Top 5 Five Country Songs that Actually Don’t Make You Puke”, to “Summer Songs”, and, most recently, the apropos “Rain Songs”. Here’s my rain list:

1. Led Zeppelin – The Rain Song

This also happens to be on my Desert Island Songs collection, to be released at a future date for you all to enjoy. Continue reading “Top 5 Rain Songs”

Calgary Half-Marathon – 2nd Place (Age Group)

13320630_10153994018700862_1066011020830586976_oThis was just one of those results that snuck up on me, and about which I’m exceedingly pleased. It was the first race of the year for me, and, as usual, I resented waking up at 4:30 a.m., I resented climbing through the bushes in Mission to take a leak, I resented climbing through more bushes just south of Stampede Park to take another leak, and half a dozen times I said to myself, ‘Why the fuck am I doing this?’ I didn’t feel exceptionally fresh for this race, and no part of me was looking forward to it.

Then the gun went off.

About 1.5kms into the run, I looked at my watch: 4:00/km pace. I thought, ‘Damn, I feel way too good right now; it’s gotta be the adrenaline.’ Then about 4kms in I looked again: 4:00/km pace. That’s when I thought, ‘Okay, so this is how it’s gonna be, hey? Just trust yourself. No excuses not to make this hurt.’

And kms 7-14 hurt. But I kept reeling in runners, one by one.

Continue reading “Calgary Half-Marathon – 2nd Place (Age Group)”