I think it's safe to say that by the early 1990s, consumers were buying fewer and fewer records, and turning to compact discs. I am confident that I did not buy any vinyl records in the 1990s (at least not new ones), which means that this record was likely a gift...from someone.
Evidently, this release sold 16 million copies, and I am willing to bet that most of that 16 million were on compact disc. The advent of the CD platform led to longer albums. Rather than 35 to 40 minutes, typically found on records, CDs were lengthening out to 60 minutes and more. This means that most newer CDs need two pieces of vinyl to contain all of the tracks. In other words, most new CDs are really double albums. I guess that's the one benefit of CDs. You just get more music.
Unfortunately, this is a not always a good thing, as in the case with this record. There are simply too many songs. In fact, if you divided the record in half, that would be just about right. Of course, you would need to make a decision about what's in and what's out, but a good starting place would be (Everything I Do) I Do It for You. Let's just kick that one to the curb. It's simply abysmal.
It seems that Mutt Lange tried to make Bryan Adams sound like Def Leppard. In the end, there are really only one or two songs that pass muster. By the way, if someone ever did wake me up with this record, I just might have to use it like two Frisbees.
I am not going to embed a video here. Sorry, but no.
By the way, you may be wondering why I put 10cc prior to the 'A' section, rather than in the 'T' section. That's because I am a librarian, and I elected to adhere to the National Information Standards Organization's Guidelines for Alphabetical Arrangement of Letters and Sorting of Numerals and Other Symbols (NISO Technical Report 3 NISO TR03-1999). Numerals precede letters. So there.
Reckless was a gift, given to me at Christmas, 1984. At the time, I liked the album. Now, I will admit to a certain nostalgia, but not much more. One measure of my love for an album is whether I own it in CD. I don't own any or the aforementioned records (including this one) on CD.
So, for strictly nostalgic reasons, I can quite happily sing along with this album, with one exception. And, that exception is It's Only Love, that truly dreadful duet with Tina Turner. It's simply unlistenable. It's appalling. It ranks as one of the worst songs ever recorded. The ability to easily skip a track, or indeed to program a CD player, does have its advantages. Fussing with the stylus is too much work.
The video for Summer of '69 is one of those where someone thought that it was cool to ask the singer to spend some time walking swiftly directly towards a camera that was retreating. Was that borrowed from Orson Welles? Anyway, throw some apples around, fire up an impromptu mini-concert in a field near an abandoned shack, and you have yourselves a video.
I was long past listening to Bryan Adams at this point, but some people are slow to take the hint. It's not the first time that I have received a record as a gift that I have not appreciated. Other examples are coming up, probably in a few months.
Perhaps repressed memories are a real phenomenon after all. I forgot I owned this record. I have no idea how I acquired it, and it really irks me to realize that I sold my copy of Pink Floyd's The Wall, and yet hung on to this. The only possible explanation is that The Wall had some resale value. This, perhaps not so much.
In searching for background information about this release, I discovered that the song was retired with the death of Lady Diana Spencer. That's fair enough, I suppose.
The most bizarre track on this EP is The Bryan Adamix. This track is what happens when you let children loose in the studio to mess around with the mixing boards. It's a medley of some of his tracks, glued together with a few beats to hide the transitions. I really don't understand why he allowed this to be released, and I wonder if he is now embarrassed by this Dr. Frankensteinish track. I would be.
Update: I have removed this record from my collection.
After having said that I am not really a big Bryan Adams fan, I have to confess to owning more Bryan Adams vinyl. If I had to choose, I would say that Cuts Like a Knife is his best record. At least it's the best one I have heard. And, that is if you discount Straight From the Heart, which is in my humble opinion, a truly awful song. On the other hand, there are some really strong tracks, like the title track and This Time.
The cover, while containing a technically good photograph, is kind of ridiculous. I have never been able to figure out what that pose is supposed to represent. Is he ready to run away? It is merely so that we can examine his wardrobe from a certain angle? It's simply a goofy photo. I suppose it conveys to the potential buyer that the singer might also play guitar. I am still confused after all of these years.
I am not really a Bryan Adams fan, though at one time, I thought that I was. Apparently, two singles were released from this album. They were Hidin' From Love and Give me Your Love. I haven't listened to this album in so long (maybe 30 years) than I am unable to even remember the melody of either track. To be completely honest, I don't even want to spin this record, mostly because my vague memory of it is that the album was not very good. Or, maybe I should spin it to see if my memory is correct. No, let's not.
I think I picked this up after listening to Cuts Like a Knife, which is a much stronger album. The two albums sound completely different, if my memory is clear. It's clear that Adams hadn't yet hit upon his signature sound here, which I suppose is not uncommon for a first release.
Now, here is an odd fact about Mr. Adams. There is no information about him on the Allmusic Guide. Evidently, he requested that the site remove all content, and they complied. I fail to see why he would do this. Maybe he objected to the reviews? After all, Wikipedia has lots of info, but Wikipedia posts are generally neutral, and authors do not really review, though some articles contain a reception segment, which might summarize critical opinion.
My assessment is that this record is not as good as the first two Ants records, but it is not as bad as some critics would suggest. The cover images, both front and back, are ridiculous.
It's clear that the guitar experiment was dead and the dance beats were back big time. Of the first three ABC records, I would rank this one as my least favourite, but I am sure those people who hated the second album were happy that the band came up with a sort of return-to-form effort. That's all I have to say.
'74 Jailbreak is an EP by Australian rock band AC/DC, released in 1984. It is composed of five tracks that had previously been released only in Australia. Despite the EP's title, the song "Jailbreak" was actually recorded in 1976 and was originally released that year on the Australian version of the Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap album. The EP's four other tracks were originally released on the Australian version of the band's debut album, High Voltage, recorded in 1974 and released early the following year.
It's clear that following up Back in Black, not to mention Highway to Hell, was vey difficult. S0, this record is sort of a disappointment but it's not terrible by any means. Some reviewers were really not happy with this effort. It's not nearly as bad as they suggest.
Although I was aware of many AC/DC tunes before I heard this record, this was the first AC/DC record I ever bought. As everyone knows, this was at the first record with Brian Johnson, after the death of Bon Scott. The sad news is that my copy vanished, many years ago. Yes, I know where it went, but I have no idea if they still have it or if it is still in good shape. I picked up a nice used copy (for a really good prices) many years after that mistake. I have never seen this video. Also, let's not mention Celine Dion. < /br>
If You Want Blood You've Got It (written as just If You Want Blood) is the first live album by Australian hard rock band AC/DC, and their only live album with Bon Scott as lead vocalist.
Originally, a greatest hits package had been in the works called 12 of the Best but the project was scrapped in favour of a live album.
The album is often considered to be one of the greatest live albums of all time.
The album was listed at #2 on Classic Rock magazine's readers' poll of "50 Greatest Live Albums Ever." [source]
I have a pressing that probably dates to the early 1980s, but you never know. The international release differs from the domestic Australian release, but I can't be bothered to enumerate the differences. I'd have to look them up anyway. This record is a firecracker.
ABC's second album was met with hostile reviews when it was released in 1983, with some reviewers suggesting that the band had sabotaged itself. I think it's fair to say that the public expects more of the same when it finds something it likes. Rather than Lexicon of Love II, they got Beauty Stab, a record that moved away from the synth sound to one that highlighted guitars. The single, That Was Then but This is Now, didn't really suggest that a change was afoot. Listen to the whole album, and you get a far different sense of what the band hoped to achieve. Very little of what made Lexicon of Love a fan favourite is present on the follow-up.
I wonder how those same reviewers would view the album 30 years on? I think that there is lots to like in this record. It's dark, edgy, but a far cry from the New Romantic sound of the first record. Bite the Hand is a good example.
When I read the Wikipedia entry about the song When Smokey Sings I learned something:
"Smokey Robinson himself was on the pop charts with his single One Heartbeat at the same time as this tribute song, marking one of the only times to date that a singer simultaneously was the performing artist of one Top 40 hit, while the subject of another chart hit. For the week ending 3 October 1987, both songs were in the Top 10 simultaneously. In 1964, The Carefrees hit #39 with We Love You Beatles during a time when The Beatles had several hits simultaneously in the Top 40."
Who Made Who, is the soundtrack to Maximum Overdrive, a Stephen King movie that I have never seen. Who Made Who sounds like an album title that The Who forgot to use.
Side one:
Who Made Who
You Shook Me All Night Long (from Back in Black)
D.T. (instrumental)
Sink the Pink (from Fly on the Wall)
Ride On (from Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap)
Side two:
Hells Bells (from Back in Black)
Shake Your Foundations" (from Fly on the Wall)
Chase the Ace (instrumental)
For Those About to Rock (We Salute You) (from For Those About to Rock We Salute You)
This is a 1981 Canadian repressing of the original 1976 release. I hadn't heard it for ages, so I gave it a listen the other day, and, wow, does it ever bring back memories. It's part of the soundtrack of some of my early days. Here's a live version. By the way, Bon Scott's voice is much better than his replacement's voice.
AC/DC's Australian debut, released only in Australia and New Zealand, is also called High Voltage. Two of the tracks on this release -- She's Got Balls & Little Lover -- are taken from the debut. The rest of the tracks --
It's A Long Way To The Top (If You Wanna Rock 'n' Roll) The Rock 'N' Roll Singer The Jack Live Wire T.N.T. Can I Sit Next To You Girl High Voltage
-- are culled from T.N.T, the band's second record, which was also limited to Australia and New Zealand.
This is a fine record. The only track that does little for me is The Jack. It's not terrible, but it;s a little boring. Some of the reviews for this record were harsh and unjustified. I think the reviewers missed the point entirely.
I have 12" singles. That Was Then But This is Now was released in advance of the second ABC album, Beauty Stab (1983). The sound is very similar to the first album, so there is really no departures or surprises. The flip side, Vertigo, is a delightful instrumental, which sounds somewhat unlike ABC.
There's a noticeable R&B feel to ABC's brand of new wave music. The Lexicon of Love is probably most well known for the songs Poison Arrow and The Look of Love (part one). I suppose one could classify this band as a new wave, synthesizer-infused, new romantic, pop, dance band. It's well-crafted, bubbly, happy music, despite the recurring theme of heartache on the record.
I picked this up used, somewhere; hence, the rather worn cover on my copy (pictured at left).
Somewhat surprisingly, I have a second a-ha record. Scoundrel Days, released in 1986, does not come close to matching the success of the debut record. I have rarely listened to it, and don't have too much to say about it. Oddly, the Allmusic Guide seems to love the record:
"The opening two songs alone make for one of the best one-two opening
punches around: the tense edge of the title track, featuring one of Morten Harket's
soaring vocals during the chorus and a crisp, pristine punch in the
music, and "The Swing of Things," a moody, elegant number with a
beautiful synth/guitar arrangement (plus some fine drumming courtesy of
studio pro Michael Sturgis) and utterly lovelorn lyrical sentiments that balance on the edge of being overheated without quite going over." [source]
There is no denying that the production is quite good, and the songs are not terrible. There is just little memorable for me here. a-ha continued to release records right into the 2000s. I have never heard any of them. Pictured, above left, is my album cover, shot with my phone.
The labels synthpop, new wave, electronic, Euro-pop, and perhaps Top 40, apply to this Norwegian band, popular in the 1980s. Of course, the band is best known for the hit single, Take on Me. Somehow, I acquired a copy on vinyl of the band's first release, Hunting High and Low, containing said song.
By 1985, I think it is safe to say that music videos were still in their infancy, and a good video in many ways meant a great deal more than the song itself. The really catchy video for Take on Me probably helped to make the song more popular that it otherwise should have been. Still, the song probably qualifies as essential New Wave.
For the record, I was never a huge fan of this band, but the aforementioned track became an important song from that decade and my nostalgia for that period favorably disposes me to it. In case you have never seen the video:
The balance of the album, I think, is quite solid, for what it is. Let's not forget the other notable track from the album, The Sun Always Shines on TV.
My vinyl copy of this record is in great shape, and I wish I could remember where I got it, but I haven't a clue.
I think everyone knows the opening music for the fantastic film, 2001: A Space Odyssey. You know the one: that famous overture--Also sprach Zarathustra, Op. 30 by Strauss--with those horns and those drums. You can hear it here. I am sure everyone also knows that parts of The Blue Danube by the other Strauss. They are both epic pieces. But, my favourite piece from this soundtrack is Requiem for Soprano, Mezzo-Soprano, 2 Mixed Choirs and Orchestra by György Ligeti and performed by The Bavarian Radio Orchestra. My three-year-old was frightened by the music, and asked me to turn it off.
2001 is one of my favourite films. I watched it three times in one weekend when I was in high school.
I really like records from this era. They are usually really heavy and the jackets are very study, unlike later releases.
If the only song you know from this album is I'm not in Love, then you are missing out, though that is a fantastic song and I am sure that your life is better for having that song in it. This album is much more than that song, however.
I can't recall when I obtained a copy of this album on vinyl, but that hardly matters. Side one commences with Une Nuit a Paris, a bizarre mini-operatic piece about Paris, which includes a prostitute and a dead policeman. If your mind recalls Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen while listening to this song, then you are not alone. It seems that Queen may have been influenced by this track, but who knows for sure?
Sex and blackmail and other topics are covered with a mix of parody and comedy. Life is a Minestrone seems to presage Snack Attack, but more on that later. It seems to me that the band took a turn for the worse with the departure of Kevin Godley and Lol Creme.
I suppose the label Alternative Rock would apply to Canadian band 13 Engines. There's is very little information about the band on the web. I saw them in concert as the opening band for Blue Rodeo back in the day. This is the only track on Youtube I could find from this record.
So, I made my last post here 952 days ago. I thought I should wait until I hit 1000 before posting this, but now seems like a good time. I am not resurrecting this blog. I am finished with blogging in the conventional sense. However, it occurs to me that I would like to make a few posts every now and again about things that interest me, and currently, that is vinyl.
Some months ago, I bought my last compact disc. I can't believe that the record companies were able to pull the wool over our eyes for so long. I was an early adopter of CDs, feeling that the clean, noise-free sound was a huge advance over the pops and clicks of vinyl. I know I missed the large cover art. I knew I missed watching the needle track across the vinyl. I knew that shopping for CDs was never as enjoyable as digging through record bins. I knew that I hated the idea of downloading music. I have never bought a single song from iTunes. Who are these people who buy one song? I have always been a record buyer. If you are not going to buy an entire album, because there in only one good song on it, you shouldn't be listening to that artist (and I use that term sarcastically).
A few months back, I unboxed my vinyl collection and set up my turntable. I forgot how good vinyl sounds. I am not going to enter the debate about which is better, but I will say that listening to a record through a real sound system (not an iPod and not computer speakers) sounds awesome. I know that CDs can sound amazing too, especially if run through real speakers and a real amplifier. Are vinyl records warmer? I am not sure. Some early CDs sound terrible to my ears, but I recognize that mastering has greatly improved.
With regret, I did the inevitable mental inventory of records I sold when I adopted CDs. My musical tastes have always been wide-ranging. I like Rock, so-called alternative, some classical, some pop, jazz, blues. Sadly, I recalled that I sold my AC/DC records, parted with some Genesis, offloaded XTC, sold some Pink Floyd, Humble Pie, Traffic, and Grand Funk Railroad, among many others. Some of these I would not claim as artists I still like, but, nevertheless, I am now sad that I got rid of them. I am not upset that I sold Goofy Greats (my first piece of full-length vinyl), but even the loss of my Trooper records (a band that I would be embarrassed to have in my CD collection) is palpable.
On the other hand, I have some pieces of vinyl that I am relieved that I held onto. And that is what I might bore you with next. I realize that it is quite likely that no one will read these posts, but that is probably for the best. It might turn out to a sort of High Fidelity series of posts, anyway.
Adam went solo in 1982 and he released a pretty impressive single, in the name of Goody Two Shoes. The funny thing I that I would never have admitted that I lies the song back then.
I picked up a copy of El Camino, the new CD from the Black Keys. I do emphasize that I purchased the CD, rather than than the digital tracks. The CD packaging is really fine and you would miss that with the digital version.
My initial impression is that the Keys have lost the blues. It's gone, and it made me think about The Police who abandoned reggae with Ghost in the Machine. That was a tragedy and The Police were never the same again. It heralded a decline into commercial mediocrity, leading to Sting's equally mediocre solo career, though I will allow that Dream of the Blue Turtles is a fabulous record.
I like the energy of El Camino, and on third or fourth listen, it is growing on me. Dan's guitar sounds awesome, I appreciate the more complex arrangements, and the overall sound of the CD is excellent. But, I do miss the blues.
Two guys were just prostrating themselves outside my door in deep prayer to their g-d. On the topic of religion, I defer to Christopher Hitchens: “That which can be asserted without evidence, can be dismissed without evidence.” Amen, so to speak.
Coincidentally, I am reading Inside Scientology: The Story of America's Most Secretive Religion by Janet Reitman. I already knew that scientology was a huge steaming crock of shit, and possibly a cult, though I will leave that assessment to the experts. What is clear from reading this book is that scientology is less a religion and more a self-help organization. It is a self-help organization that will help itself to your bank account if you are not careful. Making scientology a religion had everything to do with tax-free status and zero to do with anything spiritual.
There is nothing new about religions making money. Just look at the obscene wealth of the catholic church. I am not against the accumulation of capital, so long as the accumulators pay taxes, and scientology managed to weasel out of it. Revoking that status would be a good first step to eradicating this nefarious organization. And, if you want to accuse me of having some bias against scientology, I should add that I am in favour of eradicating all religions everywhere.
As I was listening to Johnny Cash sing Personal Jesus last weekend, I said to C that this song makes more sense in this arrangement. I didn't mind some Depeche Mode songs back in the day, but I was never a huge fan, and I didn't really like Personal Jesus, until I heard Johnny Cash sing it. On the same note, I have to say that Johnny's version of Hurt is fantastic and maybe even better than the original, though I personally do not like the distortion at the end of the song.
This made me think of some other cover songs that are better than the originals. I don't think Dyan would mind me saying that Hendrix does a better version of All Along the Watchtower. Still, we have to give credit to Dylan for writing such a great song.
And then, I was forced to think of all of the cover versions that are worse than the original, like Knockin' on Heaven's Door. In my humble opinion, Guns n' Roses ruined this song, but I guess it had the benefit of introducing the song to many people who had never heard it before, though now they probably assume that it was written by GnR, which I guess has happened many times with cover versions.
Although I am a huge Bowie fan, I was less than impressed by his cover of Cactus. I don't think it's possible to improve on the Pixies recording. I feel the same way about Bowie's cover of Jonathan Richman's Pablo Picasso. On the other hand, John Cale's cover of that song is awesome. And, speaking of Cale, I just picked up his new EP, which is OK, but I need to give it a few more spins to be sure (yes, spins: I still buy CDs).
Too bad I didn't go to plumbing school. How is it possible that 10 minutes of work costs a tad over $200? On an hourly rate, that's extortionate. I recall years ago paying $250 for a plumber to replace a two foot length of copper pipe. It took about 15 minutes. Of course, they sometimes have to deal with rats, roaches, and poop, so I guess there's that.
But, before I get to ebikes, I have to report that I came within inches of being splattered on the asphalt on my morning commute when some numbskull in an SUV made a right turn without shoulder checking. So, I followed him into the parking lot, where he kept driving, clearly aware that I was tailing him. Finally, he had no choice but to stop, and when his passenger opened the door, I explained that he needs to shoulder check before making a right turn, after which she apologized (the driver refused to look at me), and then I said, "well look next time." And, now, ebikes...
I appeal to the lawmakers of this province to review the licensing requirements for ebikes. Currently, the requirements are:
Having been forced to share the road (and by that I mean bikes lanes) with ebikes, I'd say it's time for a review. I realize that what I am about to say will strike some as hypocritical. Or, what's worse is that I might end up appearing as ignorant as Jacob Richler.
If there's one thing I cannot stand it is those who argue that all cyclists are law-breakers and dangerous, and that's simply not true. I know that there are lots of law-abiding cyclists out there who stop at traffic lights and don't ride on sidewalks. And, of course, there are lots of responsible ebike riders, but many of my interactions have left me angry and feeling like I am in danger when riding my bicycle.
The aspect that most concerns me is having to share a bike lane with a motorized vehicle. According to the website referenced above, ebikes would seem to be welcome in bike lanes:
E-bikes are allowed to travel anywhere bicycles are
permitted to travel. Any municipal by-law prohibiting bicycles from
highways under their jurisdiction also apply to e-bikes. Municipalities
may also pass by-laws specific to e-bikes that prohibit them from
municipal roads, sidewalks, bike paths, bike trails, and bike lanes
under their jurisdiction.
And, indeed, the city of Toronto bike lane bylaws state the following: "According to City of Toronto bike lane bylaws, bicycles must be propelled by muscular power."(http://www.toronto.ca/cycling/). So, if you are driving an ebike, please GET OUT OF THE BIKE LANE! You are breaking the law.
I have been honked at, passed very closely at high speeds, and cursed at by ebike riders. Last year, I had an altercation with an ebiker who repeatedly honked at me, and then sped by so close that her useless pedals almost clipped me. I'm all for sharing the road, but bike lanes in Toronto are reserved for non-motorized vehicles.
Yesterday, on my cycle home, an ebike came screaming up beside me at what must have been the maximum 32 km/h. He cut in front of me and then drove up onto the sidewalk where he continued for about 50 to 75 feet before stopping. I worried that anyone exiting a store would have been hit.
I fail to see why these bikes are exempt from licensing laws. They are motorized. They travel at generally faster speeds that bikes. Someone will be hit and injured by one of these things in the future. That's a given.
Most of these things look like electric scooters, so even the name is perplexing. All riders ought to be required to take a safety course like those for motorcycles. I am opposed to the licensing of bicycles because they are non-polluting. Ebikes are polluting. The electricity most likely comes from coal or nuclear power, neither of which are green.
So last night I experienced one of those infuriating dreams where the protagonist is unable to complete a task or do something that ought to be simple. In this case, I was sent back to high school (I have no idea why) and I had arrived late to school owing to the fact that my mother drove me in a rather circuitous route.
My mother, I should point out, never ever drove me to school. I should also add that she was probably the world's worst driver. The walk from our house to the high school was one kilometre, so there was no need for a ride anyway. But, we were late, I think because we also stopped to pick up my brother and then we witnessed a strange tire-changing accident near the school.
Once inside the school, I could not manage to find where my classes were, and that was frustrating. So, perhaps the interpretation is that something is frustrating me lately? Who knows?
Anyway, I was cycling to work today, as I have done for years. I see lots of screwed up things during these rides, like people applying makeup and shaving while driving. This morning, I looked to my left and saw a women in a white Smart car eating a bowl of cereal while she was driving. That doesn't seem very smart to me. Between traffic lights, she held the tupperware container in her right hand while she steered with her left. At a traffic light, she dug in, filling her face with Corn Flakes or whatever the hell it was. I once saw a guy eating cereal while walking down Yonge Street, but this was the first time I ever saw someone driving and eating cereal.
Just to review, it is now illegal to use a handheld device (such as a cell phone) while operating a motor vehicle. Someone please tell me that's it's illegal to eat while driving. It has to be. The woman is an accident waiting to happen, just like my mother, though she managed never to have had an accident, but I think she caused lots.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
A look at my CD collection, part 5: the Boss
I was infatuated with Bruce Springsteen when I was a teenager. I had all of his albums, and I went around proselytizing to anyone who would listen, and even those who wouldn't. K and & saw him in concert at the Ex in 1984 during the Born in the USA tour.
Oddly, I abandoned the Boss right after this, mostly because I was in the midst of a musical education, the likes of which brought to me to some wild and interesting destinations. Even without the exposure to new and interesting music, I would have abandoned the Boss anyway. Although I recall liking Born in the USA upon release, I quickly tired of it. I have a more favourable attitude to this album 27 years later, but I wouldn't rank it among my favs.
Upon hearing some tracks from Devils and Dust, I began to reacquaint myself with Springsteen's music. Currently, I would characterize myself as a fan, but not a rabid one. I recently picked up a ridiculously cheap copy of Tougher Than the Rest - 100 Best Bruce Springsteen Songs by June Skinner Sawyers. I have to say that I am perplexed by some of her choices. I really can't take anyone seriously who would compile such a book and leave out Streets of Fire or Candy's Room for example. I am willing to accept her conclusion that Jungleland is overwrought, even though it was once my favourite Springsteen song.
There are other peculiarities as well in this book. Why include all but one of the songs from Nebraska? If you ask me, Used Cars is a better song than State Trooper. And, the inclusion of so many songs from Tunnel of Love, one of Springsteen's weaker albums, amazes me. Why include any songs at all from Human Touch or Lucky Town? These are minor albums that do not impress me at all. And, what about "It's hard to be a Saint in the City", "Does this Bus Stop at ....."
But, by far the most peculiar thing about this book is the omission of Long Time Coming, a song that ranks as my second favourite Springsteen song of all time, right after Backstreets.
On my CD shelves you will find lots of CDs from the Boss and if you dig into my vinyl you will also see some interesting stuff, like bootlegs, EPs, 45s, and coloured vinyl. Perhaps my return to Springsteen says something about my age, or maybe it says something about the direction Springsteen has taken recently. I really can't say.
I sure hope that was my last funeral for a while. Three funerals in one and a half years is too many, especially since the last two were so close together.
I had seen my mother the day before she passed away, and so I had to make a return trip to the town of my birth the next day to meet with my sister (as co-executor) and plan the funeral, write the obituary, call relatives and friends, meet with the bank to start the estate process, order flowers for the funeral, and meet with the minister. All of this, I have mentioned before.
I went back three days later to meet with the lawyer. He was in the midst of handling my grandmother's estate, and now has this to do as well. Essentially, money is being passed from my mother's estate to hers, where it will be divided into quarters and then doled out to the four children.
My brother (the one who suffered the debilitating stroke) came with us. All of this planning and legal red taps is not fun. I will have to make three to four return trips to meet with the lawyer as the process rolls along, and to go back to the bank when we set up an estate bank account. I think I'd rather not have been named an executor. But, it could be worse: I could be much farther away. It's about a 1.5 hour drive, so I guess that's not too bad.
The cost of funerals is alarming to me. When you add it all up, we are almost at $15000. That's just crazy. I sure hope no one spends that amount to burn me. Just give me a pine box. These elaborate caskets seem so wasteful to me, as does using arable land to bury people.
Twenty-three days after her mother died, my mother passed away. I have lost a grandmother and a mother in the space of three weeks. I think one can safely assume that my mother gave up on life after her mother passed. She went into an immediate and steep decline, refusing food and collapsing in on herself.
It can't be a coincidence. Mother came to the funeral. She was alert, made off-colour remarks, as she has always done. True, she was confined to a wheelchair, but she looked nowhere near death, so her passing was a tremendous surprise to us all. Now, the usual suspects are gathering on Friday for another funeral, my third in one and a half years.
As co-executor of the will, I helped my sister with the funeral arrangements, flowers, announcements, etc. We also visited the bank to get the estate paperwork underway. We have an appointment with the lawyer later this week. Late yesterday, we met with the minister, the same person who did the ceremony for my father's funeral last May.
Let me say for the record that if I die after a long life, I want a party, not a solemn affair filled with references to imaginary beings, such as my mom would prefer. She was a church-goer. I suppose some of us like being told that they are sinners. I know it, but I also know that this is who were are, that this is how we evolved. Also, I have a very liberal definition of a sin, and I would prefer to use a term other than sin. Killing is not a sin - it's a crime, unless you are at war, or maybe it's still a crime, but not a sin in that case. I would like to go on record as saying that I have coveted a neighbour's wife, probably more than once. His ass, on the other hand, not so much. But, cars and houses have all been coveted by me over the years. But, enough of gods. But, wait, perhaps it would be fun to have someone presiding over my funeral who could make references to Jupiter and Zeus. Maybe he could suggest that I angered Zeus, and he cut me down, after first summoning a thunderstorm or two to show his displeasure.
The minister asked us to come up with things that she (or one of us) can share with those assembled, With my dad, this was an easy task. When I think of my dad, I think of laughter. When I think of my mom, I think of depression, stubbornness, and a general disinterest in life. So, on some levels, it's amazing that she lived as long as she did. It's a real struggle to talk about someone whose only pleasures were Nescafe, Macdonald Menthol cigarettes, and romance novels.
I will be struggling with unearthing good memories of my mother for the rest of the week.
Doctors are often wrong. There were wrong about my brother, and they may well be wrong about my mother. They give her 10 to 14 days. She is not eating and can't use her hands, so is only having water fed to her through a straw. How long can she go on with only water to sustain her? We don't know yet if she will refuse her dialysis treatment, but now that she is no longer receiving anti-depressants, this is likely.
Of course, I am left to think about my father and my mother, because I will soon have no parents. I was always closer to my father. He was the gregarious, funny, joyous one in the family. He loved to have a good time and he liked to laugh and make jokes. He liked traveling (to beaches, mostly), making wine, operating the BBQ. My mother, on the other hand, was always quiet, reserved, and--let's face it--depressed. If I try to summon up a visual image of my mother, it is this: she sits at table or in a living room chair with a cigarette smouldering in an ash tray with a cup of instant coffee, reading either a Harlequin novel or a magazine such as True Romance.
She never got any exercise, never had any hobbies (aside from a short-lived effort at numismatics, cut short by my brother's thievery), and a brief foray into the bizarre world of liquid embroidery. She did accompany my father on trips to the Caribbean, but I really have no idea if she liked these excursions. Other than that, she was a couch potato, but she did read, unlike my father.
She once told me that she first became aware of her depression when was was a teenager, which might explain why she took up smoking at age fourteen. I have read that there is a link between smoking and depression. She also told me that she was careful never to reveal her depression because she legitimately feared that she would be placed in a psychiatric hospital, something she did have to face as an adult when I was away at University. One of the things I am grateful for is not having inherited her depression. I think I am clear of that one, but I do worry about Alzheimer's, which afflicted her mother, and is creeping into my mother's brain. I hope I dodge that one too.
Anyway, the plan is to head out to the far reaches or rural southern Ontario this weekend and visit with her. It's not going to be pleasant.
My father passed away a year and a half ago. My grandmother passed away a couple of weeks ago. Now, my mother is apparently in her last days. She has been on dialysis for years, has low blood levels, can no longer walk, and is now confined to a bed (under a restraint order) lest she should try to get out and collapse. She has a mass of fluid on her lungs that might be cancer, but the doctors fear that she would not survive the invasive cancer testing procedure.
She yells out frequently, and there is a suspicion that the drugs are contributing to this behaviour. She asks to be let out of there and howls in pain. So, the doctors are reducing her drugs: no more anti-depressants, no more meds for high cholesterol. But, she is on Oxycontin and antibiotics and a medicated inhaler.
The doctors believe she is dying and now there is a DNR order. It's odd, because she came to my grandmother's (her mother's) funeral recently, though it was nearly impossible to get her in and out of the vehicle. Her legs are useless and she screamed with pain, complaining that she was being abandoned, even as three of us were trying to stuff her into a mini van.
I know that she is lonely in that nursing home. When my dad passed, she didn't really react, but he was someone she knew for years--most of her life, in fact--and I think that had an effect. And now, her mother is gone and, although she has always claimed to have hated her mother, she must miss her. After all, she lived with her for years and years until she was admitted to a nursing home, years before her mother met the same fate. It seems like her mother was her only friend.
She mumbles nonsense in between asking to be set free from the nursing home. Perhaps she has given up? On the other hand, she may hang on for years. You never really know, I guess, but at present, it seems grim.
I have walked through the Occupy Toronto encampment a couple of times recently. I have some sympathy with the movement, and I truly believe that the group raises important points that deserve wider discussion. The big bailouts given to major corporations and banks worldwide concerned me, especially as taxpayer money was used. No bailouts were given to homeowners facing foreclosure. As Neil Young sang:
There’s a bailout coming but it’s not for me It’s for all those creeps
watching tickers on TV There’s a bailout coming but it’s not for me
Millions of people were stripped of their homes (or they simply walked away) as a result of some really disastrous banking policies that should never have been permitted. Homeowners were caught up in the middle of bad banking. On the other hand, it is clear to me that the consequences of not bailing out banks and corporations would have led to far more severe economic consequences.
The problem with Occupy Toronto is twofold. First, Canada was spared the worst of the economic crisis, so they might have difficulty achieving any more traction that they currently have. Second, they have marginalized themselves by the choice of location for this demonstration. They are clearly too far from the economic centre of Toronto. Granted, they would have had a hard time establishing a foothold anywhere near Bay street, so St. James Park it is.
I asked a person involved with the movement if she knew how many people are generally present in the park as part of Occupy Toronto. She said that there were 250 to 300 tents, and that there could be as many as 400 people camping out. She also tried to hand me a flyer for an event that happened on the 29th of October, and then asked me what the date was. I can commiserate: while camping, I often loose track of time.
I think that the 99% vs. 1% is far too simplistic. I am not the 1%, but I am certainly not the 99%. I think that there is a middle ground, a large percentage that would not consider themselves part of the 99%, but recognize that they are not the 1% either. I don't see this as a problem.
The other thing I observed (and this might just have been a reflection of when I went and where I chose to stand), but it occurred to that the use of cigarettes by protesters is far too pervasive and indefensible. I kept having to move to avoid noxious smoke. I mean, if you are upset with multinational corporations, why smoke? Tobacco companies are notorious for destroying the health of the world's citizens, leading to escalating health and social costs. I had to chuckle at the smoke-free area after having seen signs opposing alcohol consumption in general, as such use might inhibit revolution. It seems to me that Occupy Toronto should be an entirely smoke-free zone. Stop giving profits to evil corporations who suck money out of the pockets of those who can generally least afford it. Do that, and you will get more sympathy from me.
I think one sign of aging is when you see certain people only at funerals. At my grandmother's funeral a couple of weeks back, I saw people (relatives really) whom I had not seen since my father's funeral a year and a half ago. It reminds me of younger days when I saw certain people only at weddings.
Anyway, my maternal grandmother passed away recently just short of her 92nd birthday. She lived a long life, so this was not a morbid affair, but one with humour and stories. She married at age 18, in a classic Ontario 1930s shotgun wedding, something that had been kept a closely-guarded secret for years. My grandmother refused to entertain questions about how old she was when she married in combination with the question of how old she currently was. I assumed that this was part of a larger plan to hide her age, but it was an effort to hide her shame, a shame she seemed to carry for most of her life. Once Alzheimer's crept in, I suppose she no longer thought about it.
Of course, by the time I had figured it out, pregnancy out of wedlock was no longer an issue, at least for most people. After all, my brothers had been spreading their seed far and wide with no regard for tradition, and that seemed like normal practice to me.
Alzheimer's is a horrible affliction and I hope I never have to confront it. The first time my grandmother failed to recognize me was a shock. After some time, she managed to put it all together, but more recently, she didn't have a clue, and that was very sad.
She is now resting (I'm not sure that I like this term) beside her husband who predeceased her by 29 years, and her grandson, who passed away at the age of 5. I remember him well.
I am struggling to like the new and unlikely union of Lou Reed and Metallica. In case you haven't heard, they recorded a double CD and are now streaming the tunes online. It kind of leaves me speechless, which could indicate that we are listening to genius or it might be that Lulu is the worst album ever made. It's really difficult to say.
I have been a Lou Reed fan for ages, but there is not a single Metallica CD in my collection. I think the only song I could recognize as Metallica's is "Enter Sandman". I don't hate it, but it's not really my cup of tea. I am not even going to attempt to review Lulu. Just listen to it and see what you think. I should point out that I am not afraid of heavy music. After all, I do have some Tool in my collection as well as some Black Sabbath. But, I am not a metal head.
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I am not sure if this post reflects a return to blogging. Occasionally, I recall with fondness some of the post I have published here. And, sometimes, I think about digital diets. Many blogs have died with the rise of Facebook, mine included. I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook for many reasons. But, I persevere mostly because I have immediate connections with family and friends and it's a great place to share family photos. It's also a huge waste of time.
I tried Google+, but aside from Circles (which is a really fabulous idea), I have little good to say about it. Generally, my friends on Google+ are the same as my friends on Facebook (though there are fewer of them), so when I realized that I was posting the same info twice, I stopped updating Google+. As for Twitter, I have had two accounts and I can conclusively say that I hate Twitter. It's truly amazing to me that so many people are addicted to it. Maybe if I liked Justin Beaver, things would be different.
The real problem, of course, it that it is impossible to keep up with everything that has been posted by friends, and if you tried, you would never get anything done. You would be reading and commenting all day long.
And that leaves Flickr, the place where I spend most of my time. Flickr is my favourite place to be. That's not to say that Flickr is not without its problems. I could name several things I hate about Flickr.
I may post again, or I may not. It's unclear.
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Closing, probably for good
It's been fun, but my enthusiasm for blogging is dead. If you want to connect with me on another network, just send me a message. I am on Facebook, Flickr, and Twitter, although I am very ambivalent about Twitter, having deleted my first account and just recently set up a new one. I am not sure if I will stay there.
Contact me here: zydecofish @ gmail dot com.
Goodbye and thanks for all the fish.
Monday, February 07, 2011
Super Bowl Half Time Show :(
I think that the word suck doesn't even begin to describe this half time mess. Perhaps quantum sucking is a better description. There is no way that the half time show could ever be confused with music.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The Butt by Will Self
Don't you hate it when you favourite writers write a book that irritates you? I sure do. Self, a writer I admire, has just done that with The Butt. After the fist few pages, it meanders into absurdity, which I normally would quite like, especially from the likes of Self, who has penned some really fantastic and satirical novels. Great Apes, for example, is quite excellent. Reading The Butt, however, only made me wish that the book was 100 pages shorter. Why did it take so long to get to the end? And then there was that overpowering sadness at the loss of so much time spent cursing this book.
The reader never knows what kind of bizarre or fantastic world is going to unfold in a Will Self novel. Nor is s/he incapable of being in awe of his linguistic skill and vocabulary. But, this book borders on the incomprehensible. Sure, there are some amusing passages, and one cannot help but admire his writing, but I was left with a feeling that this wasn't really the best he could do. I truly felt tired at the end of it, and I had no interest in recalling any part of the book after chucked it aside with considerable relief, like a cigarette butt left to slowly disintegrate over time in a ditch.
Read Will Self, but skip this one.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Damn Spam!
Apologies if you have received spam from my email account. Some bastards hacked in and "borrowed" my email account and posted to this blog. I have had to change my password. I have no idea how they managed to do it, since my password was not really a word, more like a string of letters and number.
Anyway, if you want to retaliate, feel free to email bomb them using the email addresses listed in their message.
The hack came from IP 58.49.251.55 in China on January 18th, 2011.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
On Religion
(Sadly, this blog is either dead or very close to it).
I do not hail from a religious family. I think that this is a positive thing, and I remain thankful for that. On the other hand, certain traditions that have currency among religious sects have invaded the cultural zeitgeist and led to travesties, such as widespread circumcision, for which I am not thankful. But this post is not about genital mutilation. It is about religion.
I was baptized in the Presbyterian church and, as far as I can remember, the only times I ever set foot in a church for many years hence were to appreciate the architecture or for weddings or funerals. I was in my third year of my undergraduate degree when I checked out a Christmas sermon with a female friend (not a girl friend). We sat at the back. I have to say that I remember very little, but what I do remember was that I was sinner. The message was repeated over and over again.
As a child, I was spared Sunday School, spared religious indoctrination of any kind, but knowledge of it seeps in from many places, like literature and TV and movies. One can't really exist in our society without being aware of faith. Nor should we. We need to know what is written, but there is no reason to believe it.
Very early on in my life, I discovered that there were other religions. I recently read that there could be 3800+ religions just on our little planet. Doesn't it strike you as intolerant and chauvinistic to accept your religion (the one you were born into) and by extension reject all others? When I first learned that there were other religions backed by legions of blind followers, I moved from agnosticism to atheism fairly quickly. I was still in public school when I made the switch. For me, Jesus Christ was equal to Santa Claus or a character in your favourite childhood fairy tale.
if you have spent any time reading the bible or the new testament or the Koran or other "holy" texts, you will no doubt be aware that they are filled with impossible acts and impossible-to-believe stories. Are we really to believe that for all of human existence, god ignored us and then, for some odd reason, he decided to intervene but only to a handful of people in a remote area of the middle east? I say no, but don't believe me.
I beg you to read god is Not Great by Christopher Hitchens. He does a magnificent job of annihilating all religions, including Islam, the so-called religion of peace. Islam is a violent religion. Hitchens argues that "The real axis of evil is Christianity, Judaism, and Islam." I agree one hundred per cent. No educated person could ever read the scriptures and come away thinking that they are to be believed. And, no one could come away with the belief that religion makes us peaceful. Pick up any history book are read about the evils that religion has brought to the world.
The people who wrote the various scriptures had two goals in mind:
1) to impose a bizarre morality
2) to explain where we came from
I beg you to also read The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins. No thinking, educated person could ever read Dawkins and Hitchens and argue that there is a god watching everything we do and say and think. It's nonsense. These "holy" books are obsolete, at least in terms of the points above. I would never advocate eliminating these books, well, except for the Book of Mormon, perhaps.
Darwin was correct. Humans evolved. We were not created by some dude in six days; nor did some god begin the process of so-called intelligent design (which is merely code for creationism). Creationism has had its time. There is irrefutable evidence that we evolved; there is zero evidence that we were created, other than the pages of a book that has no author. There is simply no proof for anything in these religious writings.
On a different Christmas eve, many years after I ventured into a church with my friend, I was dragged to a Catholic church for an Xmas service. Again, I was admonished for being a sinner, yet I knew that I was "created" in god's own image. Does no one else see the problem with this or with original sin? It's nonsense.
The world would be much better off without any religions. It would be a more peaceful planet without Islam and without Christian sects running around Africa trying to convert everyone in sight. Without religion, the world would have been spared a plethora of religious wars and crusades. Count up the wars that have been (or are) religious and those that weren't, and you will see what I mean.
We would all be farther ahead if we adopted a humanist outlook free from religious dogma and deception. And, someone really has to bring the Pope in for questioning about child rape. He knows more than he is saying. What kind of a sick organization permits and enables the rape of children?
I guess it's common for more than one band to choose the same or similar names. The difference here is the definite article. I don't like the name at all. I think both bands should give up and try a new name. Leaving that aside, I was not terribly impressed with the band. The sound was OK and the music was not too bad, but I couldn't get past the lyrics and the vocals. Maybe it just wasn't my cup of tea. Anyway, on to the movie.
I love Broken Social Scene. I like many of the offshoots too. So, I was happy with the live concert, documentary portion of the film. I enjoyed that part very very much. As for the rest of the film, well, not so much. In fact, I felt that the film was quite boring aside from the music, at least until we got to the twist near the end. Yes, that was surprising and it served as a wake up segment. But, I found that scene hard to believe though well done. Still, it was enjoyable, and then we had a leisurely bike ride home along the very dark waterfront trail.
That's it. Have a nice weekend.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Reads
Pseudo-reviews of some of the books I have read recently...
The Zero by Jess Walter - This is the second Walter book I have read (the other being Citizen Vince). IMHO, The Zero is better. This book also happens to be the third 9/11 book I have read. I'd rank Ken Kalfus's A Disorder Peculiar to the Country higher than The Zero, but I'd place The Zero ahead of DeLillo's Falling Man, a novel I did not really like, though I admit it has moments of genius. The Zero is a kind of thriller, I suppose, and a sort of dark comedy with some noir thrown in. It'sa good summer read.
The Grifters by Jim Thomspon - Essential Jim Thompson.
The Elementary Particles by Michel Houellebecq - I loved Platform very much. This book?: not so much. Despite the graphic sex that should appeal to me, the book reads like a too-long essay on the social history of France told by way of biographies of two half brothers. The trouble is that the novel is unbelievably boring.
A Partisan's Daughter by Louis De Bernieres - I am a huge fan of this writer, but I hated this book.
Choke by Chuck Palahniuk - I really wanted to like this book, but I didn't. I mean, it's OK, and it's certainly not terrible. If you removed the sex parts, though, you would be left with an unreadable book. I'd really hate to use the word stupid to describe this book, but I might have to.
The Raw Shark Texts by Steven Hall - I imagine that if the publisher packaged this book as a mass market paperback and placed it at the checkout at supermarkets, it would sell quite a few copies. I fail to understand why this book is being referred to as literary. I just don't see that. It's a quirky sort of book that is not challenging to read. Literary it is not. It might pass for good. It's not brilliant.
Ratner's Star by Don DeLillo - I'm a big fan of DeLillo. I've loved everything I had read, except for Falling Man, as I have already mentioned. This book is great, but a bit of a chore to get through. If you are a serious DeLillo fan, you will already have read it anyway.
Kockroach by Tyler Knox - Kockroach is sort of the reverse of Kafka's Metamorphosis. Imagine a cockroach turning into a man who gets involved in organized crime. It's a fun read.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon - The idea behind this novel is fascinating and I enjoyed it at some level, but I would say that it shouldn't have been a novel. I really think that this book would have been better as a long short story or a novella. I think it was difficult for the author to sustain the story, or maybe I simply tired of it.
The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs by Irvine Welsh - I suppose this is a modern twist The Picture of Dorian Gray. It's thoroughly enjoyable, but you have to accept the crazy supernatural concept.
Leading the Cheers by Justin Cartwright - Not bad, but Justin has done better. White Lightning, for example, is better.
Señor Vivoand the Coca Lord by Louis De Bernieres - Awesome. This is book two in the Latin American trilogy. Book three is waiting for me. De Bernieres is a talented writer and he has a gift for comedy and political satire.
Monday, August 09, 2010
G20
Thankfully, I was unable to go downtown to have a look around the G20 protests. If I had, I am sure I would have been arrested, probably for the crime of taking photos or simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, even if that place was the designated protest site.
As we have heard, the police arrested people with very little or no cause, including reporters. I think the police ought to be held accountable for the failure to contain the violence everyone knew was coming, despite the obscene amount of cash spent on security. The police ought to be accountable for the catch-and-release program, in which they illegally arrested people just to get them off the streets, even if they were peaceful protesters.
I am a law-abiding citizen who has never had anything but respect for our police, but I am shocked and appalled by the police tactics during the G20. We lived in a police state during the summit. It was like martial law without the declaration.
We need a comprehensive and independent review of all police actions during the summit. We also need clarity of the issue of the security fence being declared a public work. After a brief visit to the fence to take a couple of shots, I bailed, when I saw others with cameras being searched and asked to produce ID for no reason.
I would never have described myself as anti-police, but after the G20, I have lost faith in the police.
Friday, August 06, 2010
The Funeral
Back in May, I had the solemn task of attending my father's funeral. Of course, it was a sad day, and yet it was punctuated by stories and laughter, as always happens at funerals when family and friends remember the lives of those who have passed. In some ways, it was like any other funeral I have attended. We had an afternoon visitation and an evening visitation, followed by the funeral the next day.
Perhaps it's my age speaking, but I have to say that I was stunned by what people choose to wear to the visitations. My cousin wore a pair of ratty old jeans, white running shoes, and a faded yellow t-shirt. Others came in shorts and sandals, short skirts and halter tops, and garments that made it look like they had been out for a hike. I do not think that a black dress or suit are requirements any more (though I wore a black suit), I think that people ought to make an effort to dress properly to show respect. I think it's insulting to the family to show up wearing something you would wear to a bar-b-que or to change a flat on your car.
At the funeral home, I was greeted by an aged woman who asked if I knew who she was. A name popped into my head immediately, but then I rejected it thinking that it was an impossibility that she could still be alive. After a few seconds, I uttered her name at the same time as she. I almost fainted. How is it possible that you are still alive, I wanted to ask. I manged to restrain myself. My grandmother is older (now 91), but I always thought that this woman was even older, but maybe that has to do with the beard and mustache she has sported for her entire life. And, of course, this explains why she never remarried after her husband died a very young man.
I knew the even older woman standing beside her instantly, though she was even older. She is someone I could never forget. Throughout the day and the next, I saw people I hadn't seen in 20, 30 or more years. So, I guess the themes of the day were grieving, nostalgia, remembrance, and reacquaintance.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Bike Tax
What is it with all of the people suggesting that cyclists should be taxed or licensed? You've got to be kidding me. Stop the madness!
1) Erecting financial barriers to physical fitness is a bad idea. We ought to do whatever we can to encourage exercise - walking, cycling, running, etc. Imposing costs will prevent at least some from cycling, and will ultimately put pressure on our health care system. We are getting fatter, or so I have read. Let's all get some exercise.
2) All levels of government should do everything they can to promote green methods of transportation. Whether you accept the theory of climate change is irrelevant. Cars pollute; bikes do not. I've cycled through enough exhaust to know that we need less pollution.
3) I am frustrated by those who suggest that cyclists ought to pay for the road since they use it. By that argument, we ought to tax everyone who uses the roads and sidewalks. This would include skateboarders, roller bladers, runners, and even pedestrians, including moms pushing baby carriages.
4) Cyclists pay taxes, despite what the anti-cyclists say. Even renters pay taxes indirectly. We all pay tax. Cyclists ought to get a tax break, not penalty for helping the environment and getting some exercise.
5) Bikes do not damage the roads. Cars and trucks damage the roads, and so it makes sense for them to pay for vehicle registration and other fees.
6) Many lower-income residents (especially students) can not afford such a fee.
7) I've read long rants from drivers who complain about cyclists getting in their way, slowing them down on their way to work or to the corner store. Drivers ought to promote cycling. Imagine if all of the cyclists they drive past were drivers stuck in traffic in front of them. Wouldn't it be better to get some of those people out of the cars on the road ahead and make more room on the road?
Imagine a family of four that wants to take a bike ride through some residential streets on a Sunday afternoon. Suddenly, they have to pay for four licenses? It's ludicrous. And, what if you have two bikes? Do you pay twice?
Despite what Rob Ford believes, cycling is good for everybody. Rob Ford really needs to hop on a bike and go for a ride.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
A Pause
I will probably not post anything for much of the summer. My blogging enthusiasm has waned and I have little interest at the moment. Maybe later this summer or fall. Have a nice summer.
