August 2008 Archives
August 27, 2008 @ 12:07
Yesterdays posting which included a short comment about the new Astral experiment with "Virgin Radio" created an enthusiastic response on FreddieP.ca.
No doubt that those who frequent this website are passionate about radio, and it's prompted me to try my own little experiment.
Over the next couple of days I might not be able to access the site, so here's what I'm gonna do. I'm going to let this idea take over through the long weekend.
I invite you to give me your opinion on what Toronto radio lacks. What kind of station would you like to see come into the market.
What format, and besides Humble and Fred, what announcers?
That's right, I don't want this to become an exercise in self indulgence, and it's absolutely impossible for Humble and Fred to be part of what you have in mind, so please don't include that angle.
It seems many people are under the impression that "Virgin Radio" is just more of the same, and it doesn't provide Canada's largest radio market with what it really needs, so here's your chance. Tell us what kind of radio station you'd like to see created in Toronto.
And if you disagree with other postings, don't be afraid to debate and state why you think something would or wouldn't work.
All modesty aside, this website is widely read in general, but particularly popular within the Toronto radio community.
Who knows, if the response is large enough, maybe somebody with "pull" will take note.
One more thing, along with your ideas, let us know what you listen to now. Either passionately or reluctantly.
August 27, 2008 @ 12:06
I've been reading about this guy in the beer commercial and his child porn conviction. Ha!
As you may or may not know, I lived in Texas for two and a half years. A great place with wonderful people. But Texas doesn't fool around with child porn perverts.
Follow this link and discover what real justice is all about.
August 27, 2008 @ 12:05
Category: Fun Stuff
There's A Buzz In The Kawarthas
August 25, 2008 @ 10:50
I got up this morning and had to drive up Hwy. 28 to a little place called Big Cedar where I buy my fresh drinking water.
It's a neat little general store and if you look up above the counter there's an autographed picture of Ed Robertson of the Barenaked Ladies. Apparently, Ed often stops in at Big Cedar on his way to his cottage near Bancroft.
There were a few people in the store this morning and that was the subject at the cash register. Ed had crashed his plane but he had survived.
Rumour has it that Eddie has created quite the place up there. He bought a huge piece of land with a real sweet cottage on it and then to protect his privacy, he bought a whole pile of land directly across the lake so nobody else could build on it.
On the top of a nearby hill he built a landing strip for his plane. For those times when he wants to avoid weekend traffic and just fly to his cottage.
However yesterday, he wasn't using the landing strip, he was using the pontoons on his plane when he attempted to take off from Lake Baptiste and things went terribly wrong.
He couldn't get enough altitude and the plan plunged into the woods. Miraculously Ed, his wife Natalie and two friends not only survived, they walked away, and from all accounts they had no business doing that. The plane is a wreck.
It gets a guy like me, who doesn't like heights or small planes, why a guy worth millions of dollars, who's got the whole freakin' world by the tail, would want to fly around on an engine surrounded by a thin hunk of metal.
I often think the same way about Humble, except for the millions of dollars part. I've been up with Howard a couple of times in a plane, and although I full confidence in his ability, I've got to be honest, they weren't the most enjoyable times of my life.
There was something weird about sitting a studio with a guy telling fart jokes and the radio and then having that same guy pilot the plane you were flying in. It's one of those situations where you almost "don't" want to know the guy who's flying.
It was hard to get my head around having the pilot as the same guy who got on the phone with his friend "Stinky" only to make weird childish noises that made them laugh like school kids.
Although it was completely unfair and Howard handled the plane flawlessly, it still made things somewhat unsettling for someone like me who doesn't like to be too far above the earth at any given moment unless I'm in a huge jet with a couple of Gravol in me.
Anyway, all this stuff went through my mind this morning while I stood in Big Cedar and heard bits and pieces of the story about Ed Robertson crashing his plane a few miles north of where I was standing.
Eddie had a close call yesterday, and you just shudder when you think his wife was with him and what that could have meant to their children if the worst had happened.
If I'm Ed Robertson, from now on I forget about the airplanes and put up with the traffic on the 401. (yes I know, statistics probably dictate you're safer in a plane, but I like to be touching the ground.)
There was another interesting angle to this story, and one I'm sure that drives Steven Page crazy.
Every newspaper account of yesterday's incident that I've read on line today have mentioned Page's arrest for cocaine possession earlier this summer.
The Trailer - Week Sixteen - August 22-24
August 25, 2008 @ 10:49
Category: The Trailer
August 22, 2008 @ 07:52
Mayor Miller's excuse for not attending the funeral of firefighter Bob Leek doesn't wash with me.
Miller claims he flew back to Vancouver for his daughter's birthday, and he put it this way.
"I think everybody understands that as a father you have to be with your daughter when she's turning 13."
If your daughter's birthday falls on a Tuesday, you can celebrate it on a Wednesday or a Thursday. The kid doesn't care as long as the gifts are there.
I know at 13 my daughter would have understood me not being able to be at her birthday if the reason was valid. Thirteen year olds can reason pretty well these days.
And what's the big deal about turning thirteen. Unless, as Sue-Ann Levy wrote in the Toronto Sun yesterday- "the mayor converted to Judaism when no one was looking? If turning 13 is such a big deal to him, did his daughter have a Bat Mitzvah?"
Leek died on the job and that should have taken priority for the Miller. Yea, the timing was bad for the Mayor and it screwed up his plans, but it comes with the territory and its one of those sacrifices you make when you take on the job of running the largest city in Canada.
It was unbelievably selfish, and for Miller to use the excuse that he talked with Leek's wife before going back to Vancouver, and she said it was cool for him not to be there, is ridiculous. What else is she going to say in that situation?
It should have never to come to that. It should have been a no brainer. He should have been at the funeral and then got back on a plane and celebrated his daughter's birthday. When you think about it, how much of a disruption would that have been, six or eight hours?
It's pathetic. Just another pathetic example set by a man who's systematically ruining a great city.
For Kids Who Were Born Before 1980's
August 22, 2008 @ 07:51
I received the e-mail from neighbour John, who got it from his father. A good read for today's parents who like to bubble-wrap their kids.
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because..
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
Gold Medal Comedy
August 22, 2008 @ 07:50
August 21, 2008 @ 08:35
Toronto's best talk show host is doing the morning run on am 640 this week, and I caught a good portion of the show this morning.
As usual, it was excellent.
There's nobody, I repeat nobody in the city that brings the balance of humour, intelligence. irreverence and awareness to Canadian talk radio that Stafford does.
Believe me, I spend a lot of time in a day listening to talk radio from right across the country, so I've become somewhat of a self appointed authority.
I'll admit, one of my non-sexual fantasies is to do a show with Stafford one day. In case you didn't know, Mike and I were the news/sports team on CFNY back in the 1980's, some of the most enjoyable years of my radio career.
Listen to him just one day, and I guarantee you'll learn something.
Now that the stroke job is over, Mike talked about this on his show today. It's an obituary that was posted in a local newspaper called the Daily Breeze in a community close to Los Angeles.
When it first made the rounds on the internet it was believe it was a hoax. But it's not, it's been verified by the newspaper which has a copy of the death certificate.
Dolores had no hobbies, made no contribution to society and rarely shared a kind word or deed in her life. I speak for the majority of her family when I say her presence will not be missed by many, very few tears will be shed and there will be no lamenting over her passing.
Her family will remember Dolores and amongst ourselves we will remember her in our own way, which were mostly sad and troubling times throughout the years. We may have some fond memories of her and perhaps we will think of those times too. But I truly believe at the end of the day ALL of us will really only miss what we never had, a good and kind mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. I hope she is finally at peace with herself. As for the rest of us left behind, I hope this is the beginning of a time of healing and learning to be a family again.
There will be no service, no prayers and no closure for the family she spent a lifetime tearing apart. We cannot come together in the end to see to it that her grandchildren and great-grandchildren can say their goodbyes. So I say here for all of us, GOOD BYE, MOM.
And now that you've read that, do this. Check out Mikes blog "Stafford's Irish Stew" from the am 640 site yesterday. He makes reference to FreddieP.ca.