Canned Heat

I have a fair lot of Canned Heat – some stand alone’s: Canned Heat & Boogie; The Best Of. Plus mp3’s paired off with Country Joe & The Fish: Living The Blues; Hallelujah; Future Blues; Reheated.


Canned Heat & Boogie: is their first two lps on one cd. The Best Of – exactly what it says. Heat only had one big hit single: On The Road Again which became one of those flower power anthems for hitch hikers. The music is mainly traditional blues – electrified & respectfully performed. Well produced & good fun. I wasn’t a real fan back in the day though. These I’ve picked up in the early 2000’s. Best of … at a 2nd hand spot; The other at HMV or Sam’s. Boogie has to have one of the ugliest covers ever.

With Boogie they loosen the hold of blues shuffle to move into a more rock sound, long loose tracks that explore & are great fun. The band was very popular amongst blues purists but as they rocked more that changed.


The one lp I bought of theirs was the double Living The Blues. A strange, conceptual beast: first side was several studio tracts (including On The Road Again): side two was a long suite that traced the history of music from cave man drumming to electric; side 3&4 was a 40 min+ live version of Refried Boogie – the mp3 version allows for no break in the live stuff. The Boogie, in its various forms I get bored with: a blues shuffle with various guitar, drum, bass wanderings & those ‘lets hit it one … two  … three … times’ stops.


Hallelujah; Future Blues: less experimental & more of the traditional solid with political anti-war material mixed in. They broke up and reunited several years later for Reheated which is strongly bluesy, sweet but unexceptional.


My memories of Heat in the late 60’s, early 70’s – was more about their look than their music – the blues based stuff was too serious for me – I preferred the Hendrix approach. My blues loving pals were more into John Mayall & other British blues guys. The Heat were typical long haired, bearded, tie-died hippy types. The older me likes them fine.



The poster’s were up all over the neighbourhood.

‘Lost cat’ with a bad photo of what could have been a cat below and under that, ‘Scratch is our cat. She disappeared two weeks ago. She is an orange tabby with brown and white spots. We miss her very much. Reward.’

I must have passed five or six of them before I actually stopped to read one. The light poles in this area were covered with the remains of various posters, flyers and diet come-ons. I’d stopped paying them attention some time ago.

It was the plaintiveness of the ineffective photo that made me stop and read. I’m sure the original was a clear picture but photocopying hadn’t enhanced the appearance of the cat at all.

I couldn’t remember what I had been doing two weeks ago. Maybe I should put up posters for that: ‘Missing memory’ with a bad photo of me smiling underneath and then below ‘Scratched out of my memory: What I did two weeks ago has disappeared. It was of something with somebody, perhaps, or it could have been of me walking home like I am tonight looking for something in posters taped to light poles. I don’t really miss what I don’t remember. Reward.’

What sort of a reward I could give if someone brought that memory back? ‘Thanks’, or, ‘what the hell.’ No wonder I didn’t want to remember that my life two weeks ago was just as banal and lost as it is now.

The writing on the lost cat poster was a childlike scrawl. What did I lose as a child beside my willingness to care about anything I’d lost or would loose? Hell, I don’t think I’d’ve had the willingness to let anyone know I missed that damn cat. No, not me sir, who cares? There’s other cats in trees, so I’m not going to let on that Scratch was the one cat I ever loved.

I walked up the steps to my house and breathed a sigh of relief that I had, in fact, never owned a cat.


January 20, Wednesday: judging at Hot Damn! it’s a Queer Slam – featuring  Dominic Berry Supermarket Restaurant and Bar 268 Augusta Ave., Toronto, Ontario M5T2L9


March 12, Saturday: attending:



June 3-5: attending: Capturing Fire 2016 – The DC Centre – 2000 14th St NW, Suite 105 – Washington, DC


September 1-5: attending FanExpo 2016expo16

November 1 – 30 Participating NaNoWriMo



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AC/DC Blues

AC/DC Blues is next on the pop shelf. This is one of my compilation mp3 collections of a variety of lps, cds. 121 tracks that runs just over 6 hours. This one is sort of themed – starting with two old lps: AC/DC Blues & The Copulatin’ Blues – as you might guess they pre-40’s jazz/blues/folk dealing with queer & straight sex.

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‘Sissyman Blues’ to ‘You Stole My Cherry’ – song with fun double and triple entendre lyrics. Funny raunchy and frankly out there. The two lps were given to me from a pal’s collection – though I did find a fresh copy of Copulatin’ with dozens of extra tracks.

shoe02the shoe and the spoon

From these I did a search for a couple of performers for more of their stuff and was able to find ‘best of’ sets of Ma Rainey, Ethel Waters, Bo Carter, and Tampa Red. The sound quality for some isn’t great but history is history and without it there is no context for the new.

shoe01don’t fence me in

When I hear the suggestive lyrics current sexy pop stars, or any number of rappers, I can’t but think I’ve heard it before, better and more honestly by some of these ‘old’ musicians. LMFAO manages to catch the raunch with a sense of fun I can dig. Which leads me think of the dearth of the openly sexual in queer pop in particular – but that’ll be my rant on Friday – ‘How Deep Is My Love’ as opposed to ‘How Many Inches Can You Take?’


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General Knowledge Test

all contestants must score over 40 to be considered for the show

01 What is the Capital of France?

02 Who wrote David Copperfield

03 How many moons does Neptune have?

04 Name the moons of Saturn.

05 Who starred in The Great Ghastly.

06 Where is Devon?

07 How many times did the mouse run up the clock?

08 How far did the dish run away with the spoon?

09 What year was the Treaty of Berlin signed?

10 Who won the war of 1717?

11 What is the chief export of Malta?

12 Did the chicken cross the road?

13 Name three flowers that are edible.

14 List all the stores in Square One Mall.

15 How far is it to San Jose?

16 If there was no way out how would you get in?

17 What was the number one single in August 1971?

18 Who won the academy award for best costume in 1987?

19 Find the square root of 6×13+56-9.

20 What is the legal drinking age in New Mexico?

21 Which US president signed the peace treaty of 1914?

22 What was the reason Splitov gave for defecting from Russia?

23 Where were you on the night of December 24 1999?

24 What did we ever see in each other?

25 Give three uses for ice other than keeping things cold?

26 Did John Lennon & Mick Jagger ever write or record together?

27 What was the number one TV comedy series in 1956?

28 Why does the world keep on turning?

29 Which country has the highest divorce rate: France or Japan?

30 Name three books of the Bible not written by hand.

31 Can cancer be cured?

32 Where is the statue of Eros?

33 Name four of 1000 islands.

34 Who wrote ‘Death by Assimilation?’

35 Which author rode in the Queen’s Guard from 1919 to 1956?

36 Who invented the hard boiled egg?

37 What was the first recorded use of the words ‘beats me?’

38 Arrange the following into seven different words: sbaufkeibo

39 In what country is fried pineapple considered a delicacy?

40 What is the national language of Timor?

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Spoonful of Beautiful

orange you glad

BuDa kicked off 2013 with a dynamic January show, hosted by Philip Cairns, with three features who left me wanting more – sadly time restraints at Glad Day force us to wrap the show by 9:40 or all of them would have been called on for encores.

First feature Faye Guenther read Hostage Spaces – a short story told from the ‘You’ point of view. It opens  with an almost clinical description of a building’s white marble lobby: “smooth dove-coloured leather couches that never hold a body, standing in illuminated pools of white on white” The descriptions move into a more personalized sense of the space, of the You addressed, “the soreness begins to explore your face”; of the life You lives, then brings other people into that life – a lover, a coworker: “you lifted your head and recognized someone….Her eyes were the color of trees this time of year, you thought, reaching for sun.” A naked woman appear to You offering, perhaps, a release from the space that hold You hostage as you are “smoking into the soft precision of a spring night.”

don't be shy

Next up was Regie Cabico – who captivated us with his well-honed slam skills & structures. He sang (nicely), made us laugh – men meeting and exchange cell phone pics of their cocks  and place those cell phones together to rub in the safest sex possible – ‘he smelled like a thousand likes on Facebook’ A raunchy, queer set of the highest order ‘my mouth is perpetually the year of the cock’ – more please – he closed with, what I regard as a slam staple – how deep is my love, in this instance two poets in love: ‘your poetry is so lonely Orpheus wants you to be his lyricist.

Joshua Jlatte Lopez – the music feature was sheer joy. He did an amazing set of blues standards: Spoonful, St. James Infirmary etc and some originals. His guitar playing is tasty without being flashy even when it was throwing off sparks in effortless runs and solos. Spirits of Robert Johnson, Canned Heat, Roy Buchanan flowed though his hands and vocals. One Spoonful – not enough.

put your hat on

Other news – the clean up of Valleys has been moving along well. I had to ‘translate’ my original file from appleworks to the latest Pages by importing it first into simple text – that process seeded it with a lot of small code inserts that I have to delete. I was hoping to do lots of cuts but so far that hasn’t happened. It flows better than I thought. I’ll have a PDF version ready to sell in a week or so for those you who find the excerpts too slow.

I’ve also been plugging away at my Bradbury story-a-week challenge but failing – I’ve been working on the same story since the first of the year – it grows but characters, as I hope, take over and don’t want to be done with so quickly – so perhaps I’ll aim for a story a month instead – I’m at about 2000 words for this one so far.

festive gutter ball
festive gutter ball