Hobo Gauntlet Radio Episode 13

This go round it's a marginally less annoying episode of Hobo Gauntlet Radio because I've chosen to speak so little, I don't speak at all.

Instead, we'll hear from bands including Future Islands, The Stranglers, Stars, Arcade Fire, Love and Rockets and one of my favourite new'ish tracks from a band called Young Rival(which is at 33:20 to be precise).  This episode of HGR is exactly fifty one minutes and eight seconds.

Chinese tourists at buffet in Thailand

https://streamable.com/lsb6

Tim

About six months ago at work I saw a friend's brother, Tim, around the office. I had only met him a couple of times, but after chatting with him it turned out he had gotten a job in another department. Every couple of days since then I'd see him around here and there, just saying "hey Tim, how are you man? "...you know.. that sort of small talk. He was always friendly, saying hello back, and then we'd go our separate ways. About two weeks ago I was having lunch with colleagues in the work cafeteria when TIm walked by, so he stopped to say hello, and I introduced Tim to the group..we chatted a bit and then he walked away.

Last night I bumped into my friend, Tim's brother. I said "ya I didn't know your brother had gotten a job at the same company - small world". "Ya", he said, "Scott seems to be enjoying it there".

A Indie 'n Retro mix

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2cxeTh4K3olOG1sb3hvU2czWlk/view?usp=sharing

Let's not all start %#&^% each other's #@%^&.....

I find Canadian media coverage of Trudeau's visit to DC embarrassing. It just makes us appear so desperately wanting approval from the coolest kid in the class. I get it - it's all largely symbolic and no real "talks" went down, and I suppose if it helps this country in some shape or form, such as reminding American tourists to come here, then I guess that's a good thing, but I just had to step away from CBC's nauseating coverage yesterday.

On a related note, Mike Myers looks pretty damn good for 78.

New Ghost Added To Keg Mansion Lineup

Add one part Darwin Award and mix with an ounce of Rooftopping and/or Burglary and you have a fresh faced ghost now adorning the fabled haunted hallways of The Keg Mansion on Toronto's Jarvis street.

Nobody wants to see a person shuffle off this mortal coil prematurely, but when you rattle the cage of the Grim Reaper, he (or she) will certainly listen when you come-a-knockin'.

So, next time the pretty hostess at the Keg Mansion tells you  that it will be a 2 hour wait before you can suck down those Mushrooms Neptune followed by a 12 ounce Baseball Sirloin, instead of sitting in the lobby and staring at the precise spot that young man met his maker, go the fuck upstairs and toast a cocktail to people like him who make us feel just a little bit better about our life choices today.

The Phantom Menace

I've got this pair of boots that I'm quite fond of. They are a quality make, and originally priced at $175. That price point is a little rich for my blood, so I got them on sale for about half that.

Then, about six months of delightfully walking around in my fantastic boots, the stinkin' heel came off the left one. As a result, I sounded like a tap-dancing fool everytime I'd walk on pavement or ceramic floors.  What made it even more embarrasing was the fact that it was only the one boot that made the noise. And, the heel missing meant that I was, in effect, an inch or so shorter on the left side which over time certainly would have made me a Quasi Modo of some sort. 

After some degree of procrastination, I decided that I should have the heel repaired. Of course, the decision to have it repaired and actually repairing it are two different things. So, two months later, after walking around as a lopsided clickety clackin' motherfucker, I finally got it fixed. But now, everytime I put on my boots and walk around, in my mind I still sort of feel like I'm missing that heel and sometimes over compensate for it when walking. It's sort of like the reverse of when a guy has gotten his arm cut off. For years he still feels like it's there, and this phenomenon is often referred to as having a phantom arm.

So what I'm saying is that if you've had a limb cut off, I know exactly how you feel.

To Hell in a Handbasket

Only white people were nominated for acting Oscars, Joseph Fiennes is going to play Michael Jackson in an upcoming movie, and now Sting is the halftime singer at the NBA All Star game.

Just what the hell is going on exactly?

The Grass Is Whiter On The Other Side

Well, us crackers lie on beaches to get dark, so I guess this makes sense...

Anyone Can DJ

In association with Girth Radio, be sure to join us at Pacific Junction Hotel (King and Sherbourne, Toronto) Mondays for our weekly open DJ night, where local creative folks with our without any technical skill play whatever the fuck they want.

Because that's exactly the point.

Tonight I'll take a break from spinning as we have a new DJ coming in, but I'll be streaming live video from the DJ booth through Periscope, so download the app, look up Hobo Gauntlet and tune in just after 7pm.

We'll spin one for Ziggy Stardust as well...