What teenage male didn't wish to be James Bond? Not necessarily danger man Bond, but indeed babe collector Bond.
David Farrell calls, “Have you made any headway with Jann Wenner, publisher of Rolling Stone Magazine?” Wenner has a memoir circulating,
I caught a recent episode of the newly minted Who’s Talking to Chris Wallace—a rational journalist who fell out of favour at FOX News, yet
My generation is still bruised by the stigma, turmoil, fear, and tactics used to prevent citizens from growing, buying, selling, and taking part in the ceremonial herb.
Ricky had been floating around charming the neighbourhood while inspecting a bevy of young females, bathing them in attention.
I was recently asked what my all-time favourite charted track is. I instantly responded Earth, Wind & Fire - September.
I’ve often speculated about Elton John’s third album, Tumbleweed Connection, and its influence on a coming generation of keyboard players. That bridge between roots country, bluegrass, hillbilly, gospel brought to you by two London saddle hoppers – Elton John and Bernie Taupin. Home on the Range, British style.
Kristine and I sat through the three harrowing episodes of Trainwreck: Woodstock ‘99 a couple of evenings ago.
The wonderful Radio & Records reunion party last week and the bustling scene on Ossington Ave show that the Toronto summer is in full bloom. Pictured: CHUM alumni at the party.
As with Elvis, the 2005 mini-series, it is the early years that excite us. It’s the blood churning through the veins, the body young, healthy and durable. The animating moment your music is first played on radio. Young women chasing - the reaction and notoriety. Crowds swell. The adoration, the long stretches of highway in between gigs.
It’s that time of the year, that championship season. It’s all about the showdowns in hockey and basketball. Who will be #1? But, what about the tunes? Those soundtracks underscoring our competitive spirit.