The rock-guitar world lost one of its most amazing artists in February of 2011 when Gary Moore passed away while on holiday in Spain, but now comes word that a concert recording of Moore from 2007 will be released this fall.
Dick Wagner–who played stunning lead-guitar in the seventies for the likes of Aerosmith, Lou Reed, and Alice Cooper–died today in Phoenix at the age of 71. He had been hospitalized after contracting a lung infection following heart surgery in early July.
I was crazy about Wagner’s guitar playing before I even knew who he was. As a hired gun, he played on those awesome Alice Cooper albums like School’s Out, Billion Dollar Babies, and Muscle of Love when Cooper’s lead-guitarist Glenn Buxton was too drug-addled to get it right.
Four months ago I did a blog about Led Zeppelin releasing deluxe reissues of its first three albums, under the headline "Led Zeppelin super-deluxe boxed sets destroy all other boxed sets."
Well, I take it back.
Today the legendary hard-rockers announced that they are releasing two more deluxe editions, and these are the ones that really destroy all other boxed sets.
At least until that Physical Graffiti boxed set comes along.
If there's one cartoon I like almost as much as The Simpsons it's Family Guy.
Now, straight outta San Diego—at the Comic-Con that also gave us first word on the upcoming Mad Max: Fury Road flick—comes a trailer that shows how the two shows will combine to create one helluva animated gut-buster.
My favourite part is when Bart, with Stewie listening in, pranks Moe by getting him to ask his customers: "Eh, guys, do I got a Lee Keebum? Come on, look at the stools—is there a Lee Keebum?"
My favourite action movie of all time has got to be Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior, or—as it was known in Canada when it first hit theatres in 1982—The Road Warrior. I remember walking out of the Granville strip moviehouse I saw it in—I think it was the Vogue—and feeling like everything I saw and heard around me seemed a little more vivid than it did two hours earlier.
It's the same sort of mental buzz I would get four years later from one of my all-time fave horror flicks, The Hitcher.
There's something about brilliantly shot, suspense-stoked chase films that just does that to me, I guess.
Here's some interesting news for horror fans. Apparently Sam Raimi—director of the original Evil Dead films and other genre gems like Darkman and Drag Me to Hell—is developing a TV series based on his Evil Dead franchise.
According to the website bloodydisgusting.com, Raimi let slip earlier today at the San Diego Comic-Con that he is currently writing the series along with his brother Ivan and original Evil Dead star Bruce Campbell.
One of my favourite things to do as a music-crazed teen in the '70s was to go to record stores and buy albums based solely on how rockin' they looked.
I can still remember checking out the record bins and laying my eyes on a 1972 album by a group that I'd never heard before called Status Quo. The album was called Piledriver. Did it ever look rockin':
I snapped that sucker up and took it home and spent many an hour transfixed by its straightforward guitar-boogie. I was especially fond of a song called "Big Fat Mama", which was fast and then slow and then fast again and went on for like six minutes or so.
A couple of years back I came across a fun little word game called What's Your Blues Name?, where you use your first, middle, and last names to find yourself a cool blues-musician-type name.
Mine was Blind Dog Thompkins.
Just today I came across another one of those wacky things called How Would You Die in a Horror Movie?
Turns out I'd be "knocked off by Lucille Ball at a drive-in movie."
That's a pretty lame way to go, I gotta say. It's nothing like the fate awaiting Straight movies editor Adrian Mack, who is destined to be "eaten by Miley Cyrus at a cabin on the lake."
BREAKING: through sources that will remain nameless, the Newt has managed to aquire a photo of evil L.A. gangsta rapper Snoop Dogg trying to corrupt innocent Canadian TV character "Bubbles" with what looks like a marijuana cigarette, or "joint" as the Yankee drug fiends like to call it.
The shocking incident apparently occured at the Pemberton Music Festival over the weekend.
Thirty years ago today—on July 23, 1984—Kim Mitchell played the first show of a two-night stand at Club Soda, that old rockin' party palace on Homer Street.
He had just released his second solo album, Akimbo Alogo, and f*** was that a great album!
Besides his biggest solo hit ever, "Go For Soda", Akimbo boasted such Pye Dubois-cowritten classics as "Diary for Rock 'n' Roll Men", "Rumour Has It", and that primo ode to brewskis, "Lager & Ale".
That album was as good as anything Max Webster put out, and that's saying a lot.
Mitchell called me from Toronto the week before the Vancouver doubleheader, and here's what went down: