Will wonders never cease?

My world is falling apart. All the sup­ports and struc­tures that make up my world­view are shift­ing, slid­ing, col­laps­ing. Lis­ten: I have found a coun­try album that I may buy.

Now, to be fair, the band is Corb Lund and the Hurtin’ Alber­tans. Nev­er heard of ’em? Well, Corb was the bassist for the smalls, back in the day. Nev­er heard of the smalls? Well, I can’t help you, then.

Actu­al­ly, I can. the smalls were a band out of Alber­ta, a rock-and-roll indie group, known in the press as “Canada’s Hard­est Work­ing Inde­pen­dent Band”. I found them late in their career, at the tail end of a decade plus of tour­ing. They rocked my socks at Minnedosa, and then I caught them in Sassy’s (a for­mer strip joint) for the Bran­don show of their “Good­bye For­ev­er” tour. I have two or of their CDs, 1992’s To Each A Zone and 1995’s Waste + Tragedy, and would love to find their last release, My Dear Lit­tle Angle.

A few of the tunes on Waste + Tragedy are some­what coun­try-tinged, in con­tent if not in sound. “Pity the Man with the Fast Right Hand”, which I’m lis­ten­ing to right now, has lyrics like, for instance,

Pity the man with the fast right hand
In a drunk and a def­i­nite way
He was a hard, cold fight­er with the goods to please the writers
Till a woman came to put him away 

I mean, what’s more coun­try than that? Of course, it comes with a dri­ving bassline owing more to funk than to Way­lon Jen­nings, but the sto­ry’s a coun­try bal­lad, a tragedy of gun­smoke and glove-leather.

So the Corb Lund band, well, it’s not a huge step. Plus I can tell myself it’s “roots” music to make myself feel bet­ter about want­i­ng to buy a coun­try album. Which won’t stop my wife from laugh­ing at me. (Well, it has­n’t stopped her so far, anyways.)

Cana­di­ans may have seen the video for The Truck Got Stuck on CMT; I know I did, a cou­ple of times. Then CBC played anoth­er tune from the same album, Always Keep an Edge on Your Knife, Son. So. I think I’m in.

But I’m still not buy­ing Garth Brooks, let me tell you.

Contest Entry

New short sto­ry (less than 1500 words)–Three Months and Two Days. I’ll be enter­ing this in the Man­i­to­ba Writ­ers’ Col­lec­tive short fic­tion con­test. If you have any com­ments, now’s the time; I have to have it post­marked no lat­er than April 3rd.

Oh yeah, you’ll need a pass­word. High­light to see it –> tom­my .

Lat­er–The sto­ry is in the mail. Here’s the sto­ry that I entered a cou­ple years ago, which won me first prize: A Map to the End of the World.

Can’t Talk. Eating.

Some food-relat­ed tidbits:

  • I made banana loaf the oth­er day, with choco­late chips in it. It’s half gone. Delicious.
  • The Vel­vet Dip opened on Sat­ur­day. They have the smoothest soft-serve I’ve ever tast­ed, leagues above the stuff Dairy Queen pro­vides. (Though, if I did­n’t know about the Dip, I’d feel pret­ty stoked that the DQ was open again for the summer.
  • My sis­ter sent me a vin­ert­erte for my birth­day. As far as I’m con­cerned, food-wise, it’s one of the best things Ice­land ever came up with. I have to make the icing, but that’s no great hard­ship. As long as I still have some amaret­to for the flavouring…
    The best food to come out of Iceland.  Ever.
  • I think I’ll have to stop by the LC for some Black Wych, which is the best stout I’ve ever tast­ed. As far as I’m con­cerned, it even trumps Guin­ness. Mmm mmm good.

So. How was your week­end? Mine’s not done yet. I took Mon­day and Tues­day off this week.

Yeah, it’s a rough life.