If "Northey Valenzuela" is not racked in the store you can ask the retailer to order it from Maple Nationwide/ Universal (catalogue number SP711820). It shouldn't take long to arrive and its almost as fast as ordering it online...but...it doesn't come to your house...it comes to the store...and...you have to go get it...right?
We've heard from a few sources that purchasing the "NV" CD online has not worked out. This is disturbing. Follow the link in yesterday's post and it should work. We are getting to the bottom of this today.
Here is the actual link: http://www.maplemusic.com/artists/cno/disc.asp
If you navigate to "maplemusic.com" and go to the "craignorthey" section you will find the "Northey Valenzuela" CD in a menu to the left of your screen.
Dear patient people,
The "Northey Valenzuela" CD IS out today in Canada. You can order it online at maplemusic.com. The Sharkskin CD is also there today.
Here are the locations for old fashioned shopping. Maybe you should call ahead for availability:
A&B SND VCR SEYMOUR
A&B SND VICTORIA
A&B SND VCR MARINE DR
A&B SND CLGY 8TH AVE
A&B SND EDM 106TH STR
A&B SND EDM 104TH STR
A&B SND CLGY 20TH STR
A&B SND WPG
ARCHAMBAULT 3 RIVIERES
ARCHAMBAULT 500 STE CATH
ARCHAMBAULT BROSSARD
ARCHAMBAULT CHICOUTIMI
ARCHAMBAULT LAVAL
ARCHAMBAULT LES AILES
ARCHAMBAULT SAINTE FOY
ARCHAMBAULT SHERBROOKE
CD REPLAY - 523 BLOOR W
CD REPLAY - 762 YONGE
CD WAREHOUSE CLYDE
CD WAREHOUSE KANATA
CD WAREHOUSE ST.LAURENT
COMPACT MUSIC
EDWARD'S RECORD WORLD
F.A.B. DISTRIBUTION
HMV 752 CHAGNON (LEVIS)
HMV 756 LIMERIDGE MALL
HMV 759 ST. BRUNO
HMV 764 ROCKLAND
HMV 767 CARREFOUR LAVAL
HMV 777 RIDEAU
HMV 781 ANJOU
HMV 783 FLEUR DE LYS
HMV 784 LAURIER
HMV 801 SQUARE ONE
HMV 803 MONTREAL MEGA
HMV 811 PROMENADE
HMV 814 WEST EDMONTON II
HMV 815 EATON CENTRE
HMV 816 POLO PARK MALL
HMV 821 TD SQUARE
HMV 823 SHERWAY MALL
HMV 825 SUPERSTORE
HMV 828 POINTE CLAIRE
HMV 829 MARKET MALL(CLGY)
HMV 835 PLACE VERSAILLES
HMV 836 LES RIVIERES
HMV 837 UPPER CANADA
HMV 860 VICTORIAVILLE
HMV 861 SHERBROOKE
HMV 862 LA CAPITALE
HMV 866 DEVONSHIRE MALL
HMV 871 PLACE DU ROYAUME
HMV 880 BLOOR WEST
HMV 882 1ST CDN PLACE
HMV 883 QUEEN@BEVERLY
HMV 887 YONGE@EGLINTON
HMV 892 CHINOOK CENTRE
HMV 897 ROSEMERE
MEGATUNES CALGARY
PLAY ENT (CAL)
PLAY ENT MARKET MALL
PLAY ENT (VAN)
RADIOLAND CHAMPLAIN
RECORD RUNNER INC
ROW MARKHAM
SAM'S 335 QUINTE MALL
SAM THE RECORD MAN 01
SOUND CITY TORONTO
VIRGIN VANCOUVER
Another historical picture story for today. click here
October 21st Commodore Ballroom, Vancouver BC . I'll be nominated thrice for "best song in a motion picture". This is the wrap up to the Vancouver Comedy Festival. I will sing my song "Pollo Loco" with an 11 piece band and then play a few songs with the same band after the awards proceedings. tickets here
Dear all,
Instead of extensive reflection on the topic tonight I will just answer the question (the most popular one ), "Who was "DB" in last night's post?". The lord of the dangerous wisecrack, Doug Bennett, has passed on.
I can't say much more. I wrote something after seeing the original band reunite just this past year. I'll have more to write when I'm not so tired. As a lot of you canadian folks know, Simon Kendall, my dear chum in Sharkskin, was a founding father of Doug & the Slugs. My first real paid gig in the music biz was as a roadie for a band called Brandon Wolf (later Barney Bentall & the Legendary Hearts) on New Years eve 1981 at the holiday Inn Harbourside in Vancouver. They were opening for Doug & the Slugs. I ended up working follow spot for the Slugs just because I was a warm body standing close to the lighting guy when he needed someone. After Barney B, Colin Nairne & Gary Fraser helping my early bands with their demos...John Burton from the Slugs was the next guy to stand up and volunteer as producer (pre-Odds). I guess, with a few gaps, I've had a Slug or a Legendary Heart close by ever since.
Karen Bliss article on Doug
obituary
CN
I came home to a puddle of milk on the counter. No half finished glass of milk goes untipped by the cat. I was the only guy at the check stop to not have to pull over and blow. Wisdom found purchase long ago. Its Saturday night so flashing red & blue cop strobes are certain to light up the off ramp of the Lion's Gate bridge. Boozing is so full of conundrums and paradoxes. What if there was a wake for someone who died of the drink. What do you do in that situation? Do you roll the denial into the next generation so as not to spoil the quality of the party? Tom Waits, on the Merv Griffin show, put down the paper bagged flask on the table and replied, "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy". I bet he doesn't drink as much anymore. I bet he knew the quote would last longer than his lifestyle. Theatre is everywhere.
I saw Tom Waits play the Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver tonight. People had travelled the world over to see it. He has his three voices and his suit fits his intentions so perfectly. Its now way beyond that wonderfull splatter of Howlin' Wolf, Captain Beefheart and Raymond Chandler. He's a highly evolved man with creative scruples. Mark my words...you stick by that for 30 years and there will be mania. He's quietly become bigger than the biggest bands out there. He doesn't choose each day to announce it. An aquired taste is loved with greater devotion than bags of candy. His fans are in there for the rich oily taste. Savoury sound. Its the texture as much as the taste they like. I don't know him. I can only guess.
I might get to meet lot of great musicians. Its part of the territory. I sometimes get called up to that league. The triple A slugger knows that every now and then the starter gets the flu. You may high five and pass in the hall once or twice but never know the starter that well. The music itself is supposed to take care of the rest. You can get pretty close on your own terms.
I send that notion out to DB, on his celestial travels, and say thanks for the music, the shows and our shared peers.
I have seen more poetic roadkill. A set of birds wings still attached in the middle as if the body and head were of no real consequence. This was on the shoulder of the road in the dappled shadow of glorious Mississauga autumn foliage. The last time I wrote about a missing wing it was in Phoenix in 2002. I notice them. The cars take them down and then the scavengers finish them off. I admire the elegance of this particular scavenger. Leave the beautiful and fragile pieces to rest. Eat the utilitarian heart. There is art in this attitude. Which factories will make the best ruins come the year 3000? We see the ruins among us now. Boarded up buildings and half finished construction projects. Should we not think about each building as a potential ruin and design it for life and death? Without death there is no change but let there be some interesting sculpture in what is left in our wake. Until the moss, ivy and daisies cover the rounded mounds of centuries old development we first have a century to live with the ruins. Eat the heart. Leave the wings.
The "Sesame Street Syndrome" (sorry can't footnote it) refers to the public gravitating, most readily, to visual stimulation that is easy to digest. They'd rather watch TV than read a book. In the spirit of surrender I offer, in today's journal, a short historical note with accompanying photograph. Click here.
Note: Must send a thanks into the skys for Johnny Ramone -- for his integrity and pure rock n' roll spirit. Canadian Thanksgiving was yesterday.
There's a nice article on Bob Kemmis in this week's Georgia Straight -- Vancouver's entertainment weekly. Click here
Secondhand brittle drumbeats from overheard ipods. Human smells mingle. Weakening colognes and civilized flatulence move as white noise nozzles recirculate air. Behind all this beige plastic are the wires, hydraulics, braided and coded stainless looms that we don't want to think about. Elegantly stark. You pay for the elegance of the hotel ballroom. You don't need to know that the hotel ballroom is ringed by secret concrete corridors filled with a shamble of bus tubs, call sheets, styrofoam peanuts, stacking chairs, food smells, staging areas, flourescent lit rolling metal carts, palettes of condiments and almond scented corrosive cleansers.
This metal tube tries to appear as modern as possible -- to inspire confidence through properly articulated technology. The "fasten seat belt" sign comes on with a two note "ding dong". Tray tables up. Arrival and cross check confirming the time of arrival. Another deep breath.
I did put more pet pictures in the "Important Animals" gallery. I'll start to put the NV promo photos up over time...just in case you want to help do promo?
Breaking News: I am very proud to announce that Corner Gas has been nominated for an international Emmy award. I believe their association with me can guarantee a nomination and a loss but we'll see if they can lift my anchor.
I know I know I know. Enough already! Its hard to figure out what's worth writing down. The "diary form" stuff is just so boring to me. There has been less time for sitting on this stump and musing. All the musing is being recycled and made into songs and/or children with healthy attitudes. A good portion of my musing is lost as waste in a clumsy manufacturing process. Thousands of stray ideas fall to the ground or are expelled into the atmosphere creating serious emotional pollution. Some of these ideas are poisonous and should never be thought of again.
I enjoyed playing some new stuff at the "Bluebird North" in Vancouver this past Monday. I debuted three pieces: "Hurting on the Outside" from the upcoming Northey Valenzuela CD, "Local Bear" and "Everybody Knows the Words" from the yet to be recorded Rob Baker CD. Each song presented its own unique challenge. "Local Bear" is 6 verses and in an open tuning. "Hurting on the Outside" is one that Jesse takes the lead on and it sounds best in an Everly Brothers 2 part harmony fashion. "Everybody Knows the Words", like "Local Bear", was a demo in which Rob played guitar while I sang. Learning his parts was good fun. I was getting a little jaded in my attitudes toward the "songwriters in the round" idea. I keep forgetting that, despite a consistent watering down of the concept, those nights are unpredictable and thus inspired.
Simon Kendall performed with almost everyone and even sang and played two songs of his own. This NEVER happens. He released his inner Levon Helm/Randy Newman and it proved quite stirring. The giant has been awoken.
