Thursday, November 3, 2022

Pruning our LP Collection

Carload of LP's
We listen to and collect music, these day it's mostly Country, Americana and Folk, but over the years we've "been into" all sorts of stuff — e.g., the current war in Ukraine takes me back to Gogol Bordello and Gypsy Punk. In the 1980's I was really into punk music and the local scene in London where we lived at the time. Some of my photos from that era are documented in this blog.

I recall signing up with the Columbia Record Club back in high school (that would have been the late 60's) as a member of "The LP of the Month Club". You got some free LP's when you signed up and promised to buy one a month for the next year or so. I think my copy of Bob Dylan's "Greatest Hits" (1967) would have been from that contract. That started my addiction and over the years we have accumulated a lot of music on Cassettes, LPs, CDs and digital formats. But, as we're getting on in years, it's time to prune our various collections. Especially the records that we've carted around for all these years but haven't played in many, many years!

The picture above is the last of our LP collection which I sold to Speed City Records in London back in January of this year. Over the last 10 years or so I have been slowly getting rid of our LP collection, much of it to Speed City Records (they've been especially keen on the obscure local punk stuff), some to Randy's Records in Owen Sound, and a lot was given away to friends who wanted them. I had digitized some of these albums but it's time consuming. There would have been albums in the collection that I had never played very often (in pristine condition) and never needed to digitize. We've saved a few that we can't part with and the collection in the picture would have been about the last quarter of the collection.

There are people who still collect LP's, I am not one of them. I hate the snap, crackle and pop of vinyl. But we still have a traditional stereo system with a good quality record player and, when required, we can play LP's (often to digitize them for later).

These days I still buy CD's but it's becoming increasingly hard to do so — there aren't very many record stores to haunt anymore and buying online means you get hit hard with postage charges (well postage isn't a problem if you subscribe to Amazon Prime). Our most recent car purchase, a Honda CRV, doesn't even have a CD player. Even CD's are becoming obsolete. I see there's a resurgence of obsolete media like cassettes and LP's but nostalgia for a noisy format isn't for me.

I subscribe to iTunes (pretty much anything you want to find will be found there and, if not, then on YouTube, or Spotify, etc.) and iTunes Match which lets me rip my CD's onto my computer and then store them in the cloud. There's still a lot of my CD's I haven't done but there's only so many hours in the day and, if it's already available on the streaming service, there's no need. I also buy digital music through BandCamp even when the music is available on streaming services — it's a good way to support struggling artists. Since Napster everyone who makes music is struggling as those who consume the product think Everything is Free Now (Gillian Welch, 2001).

Of the LP's we've kept several are framed and on the wall. Eg. 63 Monroe's N.F.G. (1980) is long out of print although there are rumors (2022) that it's going to be re-released. There's also albums and EP's by D.O.A., Bobby Bare, Eric Bogle, Leonard Cohen, John Prine, Guy Clark and more that are framed and decorate our home. They are lovely reminders of the music we continue to enjoy and the evolution of our tastes.

A caveat — sometimes there are artists or albums you just can't find on streaming services. We have a collection of CD's by Michelle Shocked. Her song "Memories of East Texas" from the album "Short Sharp Shocked" (1988) is one of our favorites but all of her music is impossible to find on any of the streaming services we use!

Friday, August 26, 2022

Letter to the editor

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On Fri., Aug. 26, 2022 we wrote a letter to the editor of the St Marys Independent:

We have been delighted by the support from the community, the town of St Marys, and our St Marys Public Library for the Pride celebrations held over this past summer. We are a diverse community and that should be celebrated. We are saddened that, yet again, a single individual feels it's right, just and even required that he should "peacefully protest" at the Drag King and Queen Story Time (July 30 and see Ted Fuller letter of August 11). Perhaps he missed the mayor, fire chief and others at the Legion fundraiser in June?

In his letter to the editor, Mr. Fuller asks for a respectful conversation. Apparently he cares deeply about how one should dress, who one should love, and how that love should be intimately expressed, or he would not be there to protest the innocent act of reading children's books. So clearly he does not respect the LGBTQ+ community which makes a respectful conversation difficult. But here goes anyway. 

We understand that Jesus said the first command is to love your god and the second is like it: 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself' (Matthew 22:35-40). I'd encourage Mr. Fuller to spend more time loving his neighbor and less time judging them (Matthew 7:1). He might check first for the plank in his own eye. There is nothing wrong or "sinful" here to condemn; there's just diversity.

We cannot understand or accept any religion that condemns people who love one another. We cannot see how or why anyone should care how one dresses or how that love is expressed. In 1967 Pierre Elliot Trudeau famously said “There is no place for the state in the bedrooms of the nation”. In the many years since we as a country and a community have moved beyond the narrow minds and harsh judgements of people like Mr. Fuller.

Finally, at his protest I quietly gave Mr. Fuller a card saying "We're not trying to turn straight kids into queer kids. We're trying to make sure you don't turn queer kids into dead kids." Sadly that is the reality for some and, for us, it's personal.

Reg Quinton & Kate Graham

Saturday, August 6, 2022

Prince Edward County

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Kate and I holidayed on Prince Edward County (in part to celebrate our 42nd anniversary) and met up with Gord and Leslie who drove down from Ottawa. This is our first holiday out of town in quite a while and we were really looking forward to time in the wine country (they specialize in Chardonnay and Pinot Noir). 

We stayed at an AirBnB in the old stone mill at the Glenora Ferry. Gord and Leslie have a pop-up trailer and stayed across the way in a camp ground on the mainland.

Kate lived in Belleville during her highschool years and Prince Edward County, especially the beaches on the south side, were her stomping grounds. We've been before, often when her dad was still alive, but had not been back in quite a few years. I think the last time we were there we stayed at Huff Estates one night and another in Picton.

This entry is just a place holder, I'll come back and fill in some details another day.


Friday, August 5, 2022

Whitehorse

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On our August holiday to Prince Edward County with Leslie and Gordon we went to see the band Whitehorse (husband-and-wife duo of Luke Doucet and Melissa McClelland based in Hamilton) at the Hayloft in Cherry Valley on Friday, August 5. The Hayloft is a smallish old barn that's a concert venue during the warmer months when tourists throng to the island, the wineries and beaches. I understand that Whitehorse plays there every summer and has done so for quite some time. There are regular fans who look forward to seeing them in this intimate environment. It is an intimate spot to see a band, I like it.

There was an opening act, Evangeline Gentle, who had a very nice voice and a very "gentle" presentation. She seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time doing her sound check and must have rehearsed her whole set list. We weren't able to enter until that was done.

The low stage was at one side as you enter, with a bar to the one end, an open standing room only/dance area in front and a loft area beyond. We parked ourselves below the loft area behind the sound man. There's some photos of Gord and Leslie dancing there. The Hayloft has a pretty good sound system but very poor lighting. The stage lighting are all at the performers feet, there aren't any light stands set up high. This made for some challenging photography.

I was vaguely aware of Whitehorse and have a couple of their albums from 2011 (Whitehorse) and 2012 (The Fate of the World Depends on This) but they've grown a lot in the 10 years since. Gord and Leslie were the fans and had bought the tickets which I recall were pretty expensive. I knew of the band as a gentle alt-country/folk/pop duo and was not prepared for what we saw that night. Accompanied by a drummer they tore up the stage with intense frantic fast paced rock and roll. I was very impressed, they're fast and furious and anything but gentle alt-country/folk/pop.

If you have a chance to see them, I'd encourage you to do so. For a quick sound check visit the Whitehorse Youtube Channel.

Tuesday, April 12, 2022

We're All In This Together

Chris Wall (1953-2021), who we were lucky enough to have seen a couple of times on our trips to Texas, died in the summer of 2021. He was a year younger than me, a truely great song writer and is sadly missed. The other night we watched (i.e., live streamed over the internet) a memorial gathering for Chris Wall at Don's Depot in Austin where a bunch of his friends gathered to remember him and sing some of his songs. The event is available at Austin City Jams.

One of the songs they played, "We're All In This Together", is especially touching and I recall first hearing it one afternoon when Chris played Gruene Hall (Feb 20, 2018). We chatted a bit with him at the time and he recalled the time (Feb 9, 2014) we had last seen him at the Twin Creeks Dance Hall (2014). We all had a chuckle about the fellow who had set herself on fire — just for show. It was weird! The picture at left is Kate and Chris at Gruene Hall. Chris with another "Trashy Woman".

In any case, song lyrics mean a lot to me, so I Googled for the lyrics and was surprised at the god-awful mangled versions that had been posted — often times they made no sense at all! E.g., "Velvet in the row" should be "And felt it's amber glow" (a reference to drinking) and "It's silent Bob Hope's favor" should be "A silent thoughtful favor" (a reference to the subtle kindness of friends). For a writer with such a command of the language these mondegreen versions are shamefully awful — "I feel just like a traitor and I hang my head in shame".

So, I have carefully listened to the song several times and this is what I believe Chris wrote and sang:

We’re All In This Together (Chris Wall)

I can't count the times
I’ve stepped out for some air
And gave away a sunny day
To the hellhounds of despair
And climbed inside a bottle
And felt its amber glow
And it warmed ‘til I burned with rage
At what I still don't know

Sometimes I think I'm a better friend
Than my friends have been to me
Only to discover how wrong a man can be
A silent thoughtful favor
A card without a name
And I feel just like a traitor and I hang my head in shame

‘Cause we're all in this together
Ah man we're all in this apart
Through fair and stormy weather
And tawdry affairs of the heart
Feel free to send a letter
You can call me anytime on the phone
‘Cause we're all in this together
Ah man we're all in this alone

Red wine makes my fingers drunk and they dial at 3am
And the sound of my voice thrills me more than those on the other end
But they always do forgive me
They don’t even have to try
I’ve long ago accepted this, though I still wonder why

If a man is truly judged by the greatness of his enemies
Folks I think you're staring at one sorry S.O.B.
For the venal and the petty
Have had the best of me
I conceded them their victories and that has set me free

‘Cause we're all in this together
Ah man we're all in this apart
Through fair and stormy weather
And tawdry affairs of the heart
Feel free to send a letter
You can call me anytime on the phone
‘Cause we're all in this together
Ah man we're all in this alone

When you think it's all been done
You're sure it's all been said
Some young unknown poet drops a line that stops you dead
I've lived in some glass houses, I've thrown my share of stones
Now the only songs I criticize
Are the ones I call my own

‘Cause we're all in this together
Ah man we're all in this apart
Through fair and stormy weather
And tawdry affairs of the heart
Feel free to send a letter
You can call me anytime on the phone
‘Cause we're all in this together
Ah man we're all in this alone

Ah yeah we're all in this alone

From "El Western Hotel", Chris Wall, 2012

To hear Chris sing this song, and many more, visit the Chris Wall Youtube channel. Unfortunately, that channel isn't a comprehensive catalogue of his music — e.g., I don't see "Honky Tonk Heart" (1990) on that channel.

Before closing, here's a couple more of his songs that will break your heart: Rodeo Wind (from CD "Honky Tonk Heart", 1990) and I Feel Like Hank Williams Tonight (from CD "Cowboy Nation", 1994).

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Sunday, March 20, 2022

Meta Universe Pretenders

Catching a troll ...
I had an interesting adventure with a troll on Facebook Messenger the other night. You might find it interesting and you should recall this story when someone approaches you on Facebook, Messenger or other social media and pretends to be a friend you know. You should always confirm that the person is who they claim to be. Often as not it may be a pretender or troll in the Meta Universe.

I have a friend, let's just say her name is "Jane Doe". At 7:09pm we get a Messenger beep and notification on several of our devices, "Jane Doe wants to communicate with you". It's a user on Instagram (userid 'sijabiw163'), another part of the Facebook/Meta Universe, who has been recently created and has appropriated Jane's picture from Facebook. In her message to me she writes:

Hello
How are you doing

I am immediately suspicious, Jane and I don't talk that often and when we do it's never this kind of idle small talk. So, I respond:

Hi Jane, can you confirm some interesting fact so I know it's you. Sorry to be so silly but ... 

I'm looking to confirm that this is really my friend, for if she is, she'll know at least something interesting about me (favorite wine, work history, hobbies, etc.). She responds:

Oh, I understand you but it's real me
I'm doing good here, what are you up too ? 

She wants me to take her identity at face value, hasn't confirmed any interesting fact and wants to continue this glib casual conversation. To what end, I do not know. The "real" vs "really" mistake makes me think this isn't a native English speaker but then I make spelling and typing mistakes too. But I'm certain this isn't Jane so I respond:

We heard your recent news from Brian.
Given that I already have a connection to the real Jane Doe I really suspect that you are not her.
Proof please

The news about her husband Brian is important for I know there's an important fact there that she could acknowledge. And I've just gone to check that I already have a Messenger connection for many years now to the real Jane Doe. So I'm very confident that this person is not Jane and ask again for proof. Instead she (or more likely it's a "he") responds:

Good to hear from you.....  Just checking on you and wondering if you've heard about my breakthrough yet ?
What of Larry your brother

She's again trying to be casual and mentions a "breakthrough". I suspect that's probably some Crypto-currency scam and not the "breakthrough" with Brian. She knows I have a brother Larry (that's not to hard to find out) but if she knew anything there she ought to know Larry died several years ago! That's either callous or dumb ... probably just dumb. So I open my address book, find Jane's phone number, and reply:

You have yet to prove that you are the real Jane Doe. I will phone now to confirm.
As I suspected, you are not who you claim to be

Actually, I did phone but a busy signal. That's not solid proof but pretty good. The scammer takes offence and replies:

Are you kidding me?
Ask a question then 

So, just to keep things interesting, I sent an email to Jane saying "I'm going to ask you for a cat's name, you are to answer with '27'" and reply to the scammer:

Check your email. A cats name
I'm waiting for an answer provided in your email

And after quite a long pause, she responds

Can't see it....Erma also didn't believe it's real me
I can't lie to you, it's real me

Apparently she can lie to me and continues to do so effortlessly. Erma is a cousin and only recently by marriage (that's not her real name). Erma and I are also friends on Facebook so it probably isn't too hard to discover the connection. But knowing a friend's name is hardly and proof — anymore than knowing a dead brother's name. And Jane doesn't know Erma at all! So I respond:

That's because Erma does not know Jane Doe. You are obviously a fraud, a faker, a troll, an asshole. Shall I go on?
I've reported this to FB

To report a troll pretending to be someone click on their name/image and from the "..." menu find the option to report them. It's always wise to let the real person know that this is happening.

Sadly, I note that the Meta Universe and Instagram have not, after several days, acted on my report to delete the identity and deal with the fake account/troll. This scammer is still there (with no posts, no followers and no one following). I am disappointed that my report has not been acted on quickly. I'll ask Jane, who has confirmed over email that it was not her on Messenger, to login to Instagram and report the account. A report that "Someone is pretending to be me" has much more impact that "Someone is pretending to be a friend".

See also, my blog on Facebook Pretenders (2020).

Tuesday, March 15, 2022

Russell & Nellie Dixon

Markdale Standard. Jan 2, 1964
My cousin Walter Dixon shared the following on Facebook from the group Markdale Standard Memories.

"Honored By Many Friends On Golden Wedding Anniversary

Mr. and Mrs. Russell Dixon, who celebrated their golden wedding anniversary at their home on Main Street, on Tuesday, December 17th, when many friends, neighbors, and relatives called to congratulate them. Mr. Dixon, who, this week, begins his 11th consecutive term as Reeve of Markdale — an unparalleled record in the history of the town — is a son of the late William and Eliza (Seabrook) Dixon, and Mrs. Dixon, the former Nellie McKay, is a daughter of the late Robert and Ellen (Taylor) McKay. Both were born in the Township of Holland. Mr. and Mrs. Dixon moved to Markdale in 1941 from Walters Falls. Hon. John P. Robarts, the Prime Minister of Ontario, and Hon. John Yaremko, the Provincial Secretary and Minister of Citizenship, on behalf of the Government of Ontario, extended congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Dixon on their golden wedding anniversary in the form of a framed illuminated scroll. — Markdale Standard photo."

Russell and Nellie Dixon were my grandparents on my mothers side. Their wedding anniversary would have been 50 years on December 17, 1963 (if the article is right). Walter and his brother Gordon recall that there was a family celebratory dinner at the Barhead Lodge which is just outside of Markdale. Russell had a feed mill in Markdale and another across the road from the Barhead. They raised their several children in Walter's Falls and moved to Markdale during the war years. Their two sons William (Mac) and Walter both served overseas during the war.

I have only vague memories of their anniversary being only 11 at the time. But I do have lots of memories of them and especially their home on the main street in Markdale. I have some old photos of the event from my parents collection, some from this event, that I ought to organizse. 

As a child I always thought they were both very old (he would have been 71 and she only 69 at the time of this anniversary). I don't think they were so old now as I'm at that age. I recall that not too long after this anniversary grandfather (1892-1965) had a debilating stroke and was hospitalized for his final brief years. Grandmother (1894-1975) lived longer but I think she died in '65 with him and was only buried 10 years later.

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