Friday, April 13, 2007

I hate it when a plan falls apart.

It did not work. My plan to get a friend to be a fake survey guy on the phone to distract my mom while I subtly removed all my old contraband from my childhood desk and it's false bottom backfired. The phone call came, I got my garbage bag, I was ready to go, and my mom said "no, I don't have time to do a survey now, my son's here". And hung up. That was that. I need a much better plan the next time I go. But I have a couple of months, I think. Perhaps I'll do what I did that one summer where I stayed here in Ottawa while the family went on vacation in Winnipeg and I lived with friends of the family so I wouldn't mess up the house. Sneak out and have an extra key made.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Moving out

So my mom has sold her house, and I have to go by tomorrow to finish grabbing all the stuff I want. During Easter, I checked out my old room, which is much as I left it. Of course, most of my stuff is gone, but my desk is still there, same as always. I rummaged through a little, and the drawers are empty. Then it occurred to me - there was a false bottom in this desk, which I used fairly regularly. I checked that out...same as I'd left it ten years ago. Condoms, whiskey bottles, papers, some toys, Sports Illustrated swimsuit issues and the bra section of the Sears catalog, years 1989 through 1992. Ah, memories.

But now my dilemma is how to smuggle these things out without my Mom noticing. I remember the look on her face when she helped me move out of one of the apartments I lived in for a time. I had a futon, and upon moving the mattress portion the floor became visible and, without going into too much detail, the stuff under that mattress told a tale that was a little bit more than Mom wanted to know. I had the phone in my hand ready to dial 911 if Mom had a coronary, but she composed herself and moved on to another room. But it will be a bit different for her to watch me bringing truckloads of contraband items out of her OWN house, so I will need to find a way to distract her. I think I'm going to get one of my buddies to give her a call at around noon tomorrow, and engage her in a very obnoxious and time consuming phone survey, at which time I can roll it all up in a blanket and toss it in my trunk. Otherwise, things will not go as smoothly as I would like.

Sunday, April 8, 2007

Blackie and the Rodeo Kings are great.

When Blackie and the Rodeo Kings came in to play on the Doc and Woody show, Tom Wilson told me my voice sounded like two bricks ... having sex. I found that reasonably complimentary, since his voice is about as deep as mine. I've hosted a couple of their shows, and I love their work. I am assuming the people at True North Records read my blog, because yesterday I picked up a FedEx package that was sent to the station, and it contained the latest BARK CD, Let's Frolic, a sampler CD of what I assume are outtakes from those sessions, and each member's solo album. Colin Linden's Easin' Back to Tennessee, Stephen Fearing's Yellowjacket, and Tom Wilson's Dog Years. All three albums are wonderful, and I really enjoy the new BARK album as well. Their last one was better, but this one is still better than anything you might have seen on, say, the Junos. The reason I am assuming they read this blog is that I don't think the boys in BARK remember me hosting their last Ottawa show. I'm not sure what to make of it. Maybe they are saying "you're right. Junos suck. Here's some good music." Or, "stop bashing Canadian bands! We also represent 54-40!" Either way, I have some good tunes I can crank next time Rush comes on CHEZ, and I'm happy.