the_siobhan: (dinosaur)
Work has been utterly kicking my ass lately. New guy is pretty much up to speed at this point, but instead of resulting in my having less to do, it's actually meant that the powers that be are piling on more work. I see him occasionally get the deer-in-headlights look of somebody who is just realizing what they've gotten themselves into.

So last week was particularly slammed and I ended up working late four out of five days. And on Saturday I said to D fuck being broke, let's go to a pub anyway grab a couple of pitchers of beers and some food. And so we did. And it turned out that the pub was playing 100% CanCon all night. Apparently it had something to do with sports. I dunno.

And you know, that can be good. I love a lot of Canadian bands. Most of them I wouldn't expect to hear in sports bar (Skinny Puppy springs to mind) but I don't mind listening to some Tragically Hip once in a while.

Do you want to know what they actually played?

The stuff that I used to hear in High School.

Sweet merciful fuck.

Good people, let me take you on a walk down memory lane. And that is lane located in Scarborough, Ontario.

I'm going to assume that at least the Americans among you have already heard of Rush, Loverboy, Honeymoon Suite, Chilliwack and April Wine. If you haven't well... count yourselves lucky.

First of all, I have a confession to make, I actually liked Max Webster's first couple of albums back in the day. When they started out they really wanted to be Frank Zappa, and they were funny and demented and energetic.

Coney Hatch were a band that got played constantly when I was in my early 20s. I could not get away from them. I have no idea why. And then they vanished and when this song hit the playlist it took some frantic internet searching to figure out who the hell they were. I had very clear memories of being high off my ass while this song was playing.

Helix are one of those bands that can make people who grew up in certain parts of Southern Ontario crack right up just by mentioning the band name. These guys were a staple of the long-haired head-bangers who used to draw pictures on their denim vests with black sharpies. The best part was that when this song came on two women who were sitting at the bar started singing loudly along, complete with air-punching.

And I've saved the absolute best for last. Thor was huge in my High School. The girls wanted to be with him. The boys wanted to be him. It was like the spirit of Scarborough had come to life and taken human form.

This pretty much sums up what it was like to grow up in the suburbs in Canada.


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