The Bonus episode series has begun, and for good reason... there is news. I'd like to tell you, no, LOVE to tell you that there is gnus, but alas, your humble host has not yet procured a single relative of yaks or otherwise. How cool would that be? Me, just walkin' my gnu to Sev and shit. Giant gnu shits on the sidewalk. Then again, are gnus aggresive? I'd hate for my brand new gnu to headbutt an old lady. On second thought, just grooming my stupid fucking dog is a pain, nevermind cleaning up after a cow sized shit machine.
New show. New format. Hit me up for more... or don't and get less. Choose wisely.
Thats a wrap folks. Thats it. Thats all. This episode is the recap of the reunion show. I don't bury the lead on the show so I won't here either... there is no audio of the gig. It will forever remain in that moment. This show is simply a recap and a huge thank you to all involved. That includes you, the listener. I hope its been a fun ride. Catch ya on the flip side.
Do you ever think about God? Do you ever think about God... ON WEED?!? I been thinking about the universe a lot lately, about coincidence and chance, luck and fate. I have realized over the years that a positive mindset works wonders and you get back what you put out there. So much of the era we are speaking of on this show, was spent in dismal, angry, directionless spirit... at least for me, anyways. I was a cynic, a pessimist, and pretty unmotivated. Time heals all wounds and that mindset wasn't healthy for me, a wound of sorts, so now, having come out the other side, I see that the moment is where bliss is. I see that keeping a positive attitude, working hard, and savouring life... gratitude, if you will... still gets you many happy points in the grande scheme of things. That is why I truly believe that the rock and roll Gods are smiling down on all of us, and that this show and this endeavour is exactly where we should be right now. Hopefully, the next episode will be audio of the show itself. Hopefully, I'll see you there.
For now, enjoy the worst case of drummer face Brandon ever produced... and a flukey nod from the Gods of Rock and Roll. m/
Thanks for listening over these past months. Its been fun.
Two of the greatest front men who ever graced a Brandon stage... thats who I speak to tonight. I'll let you guess by reading this well written and clever paragraph, but trust me when I say that this very paragraph you are reading now is paltry in comparison to the conversation I get to have tonight. Wowzers! This episode is one I will be proud of for a long time. They say you should never meet your heroes for fear of being let down. They might be right sometimes. I am personally finding a very different outcome to meeting my heroes. I get to be in bands with them and chat with them on my pretend radio show and they are incredible dudes. Here is to all the countless torches my heroes have lit and sent out into the world.
Its the Final Countdown. Hit me!
Tonight was fun. Silly. I've always loved those honest moments in radio. The mess ups, the crack ups, the bloopers and the outtakes are what gives the audience a glimpse at the honest and unfiltered characters in a story. Even with a show like this which is pretty unfiltered and honest as it is, belly laughs and genuine moments break down a wall that is past the 4th, which I smash through on a regular basis on these airwaves. So when the Bandits media boys came by to get some B roll footage and a few staged shots of me at the microphone, I thought it was a good idea to do it all on the podcast. Why not let you guys at least hear a bit of what goes on while a movie is made? The result isn't the greatest radio ever created... thats for you to decide... but it IS fun. And that, ladies and genltemen, is why we are all here.
Less than 3 weeks. Tick tock.
Its been a wild ride here on Dead Horses. Had I been listening back to the episodes, a more compelling and cohesive show could have been given to you, the listener. Instead, I trade all of that for fun. Pure, in the moment, passionate, unfiltered radio goodness... thats what it would day on the bottle to sell you the juice. But if you look in the small print on the very same bottle, you'd see the warnings... may contain repetion, non sequiters, loose ends, and rambling... may cause embarassment and the urge to fast forward. Please use responsibly. Certainly don't binge 30 episodes on a car ride to Edmonton searching for radio gold. You might never see me the same again.
Tonight's guest is one of my favourite musicians. Always an honor.
Clock is ticking, Beatrice.
There are a few faces that really stand out through the marijuana haze of those good old days. Tonight's guest was one of them. Not because of a hideous deformity or gnarly facial tattoo, but because of a smile. We all do it. We all curve the edges of our mouths upwards and bare our teeth a little when something tickles our fancy. But tonight's guest does it different. Its pure. Its all encompassing. And its the most contagious thing since Hep C. He played in a late era Brandon band and was in the crowd at many, many shows. Ladies and Gentlemen, he calls ME!!! His dime!!! Thats really what sets him apart from the rest of these yahoos. His smile and long distance plan.
Clock is ticking. Reach out and touch me.
Good golly, miss lady... Molly? Holly? Heck, call yourself Sholly for all I care. I won't remember it. I won't acknowledge it. I'll just keep on blabbering on about me and nothing or me doing nothing... typical radio numbskull. You know, sometimes when I listen back to this show, as I will ocassionally do to spot check the levels before I put it up, I am reminded that even though people are listening, nobody should be probably. I mean, I make myself giggle and chortle and other synonyms for laughter. But there is no reason a sane individual should chuckle at my idiocy. Some of my tangents are dead ends and most of my so called jokes fall flat. I LOVE IT! My favourite shows are the ones that I think suck. I don't know why. Tonight, I am as unprepared and poorly informed as ever, and my guest, as nice as he is, couldn't pull this baby out of the dumpster. Sorry Mark.
The sheer volume of hilarious stories that happened off of the stage in the era we are so diligently examining in this endeavour is staggering. Every party, every show (both pre and post), and every adventure were chalk full of comedy and belly laughs. If you could somehow magically compile video footage of all the messed up, laughter filled, wasted moments during the decade in question, you would need a library to store your VHS tapes, old man. Any group of young people who partied and made music and memories together should have too many to count. Its the mark of doing it right. Youth is best wasted laughing and loving... maybe throw a thrashy bass line in there too.
Sink your demonic fist into my mandibles, would ya?