Showing posts with label death in the news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death in the news. Show all posts

Thursday, November 21, 2019

Cancon Thursday - Home For A Rest

A few years ago, when I heard the news that John Mann, from Spirit of the West had been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s disease, my heart just sank. Alzheimer’s disease has touched my family and the early onset version of it scares the shit out of me. I felt so bad for him, and his family,
because I understood all too well what the road ahead of them looked like.  At the time, I remember seeing an interview with John and he was so graceful in the face of an awful situation. I was never a giant fan of Spirit of the West but I always appreciated what they did and the devotion of their fans.

I’m not sure (pretty confident it wasn’t) if this was just a Queen’s / Ontario thing but in the 1990’s, you could not be in a campus pub for an evening and get out without hearing “Home For A Rest” and witnessing a crazy stampede to the dancefloor.  Folks just lost their shit over that song. Again, not something that particularly floated my boat but I did love to watch the joy on the faces of the dancers, stumbling around, beers in hand, singing as loudly as they could, stomping their feet in unison.

Last night, the news broke that John Mann had passed away.  The news was not unexpected, but it was heartbreaking all the same. He was only 57, way too young to go “home for a rest.”

Today, for Cancon Thursday, I’m going to share that foot stomping favourite by Spirit of the West.  Hugs your loved ones folks, as often as you can. Tell folks how you feel about them, all the fucking time. Life is short, too short to keep that shit to yourself xo

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
These so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...


Thursday, January 14, 2016

Reflections on a shitty week

I shouldn’t say that the entire week is shitty because it’s not over yet.  This leads me to wonder what next?  What other horrible news can I wake up to, tomorrow morning?  Which of my favourite musicians or actors or writers have died?  Which of my friends or relatives has been given a diagnosis of some horrible physical affliction?  Which group of innocent people who are just out in the world, trying to live their lives, will be bombed or shot at just because they are in the wrong place at the wrong time?

This week should have been good for me.  I’m getting ready to move and, for the first time since Mark died, I am feeling excited about something.  I’m looking forward, working my plan, getting things in order.  The only fly in my personal buttermilk this week was a small flu/cold bug which has slowed me down a bit this week. Stuffy noses aside, physically, I feel pretty good.

Emotionally, I’ve been all over the place.  Monday, I woke up and read that David Bowie had died.  How could he be dead?  On Friday, his birthday, I saw that he (or whoever looks after his profile) was active on Spotify, playing his new record.  He was all over the media, Angie was in the Big Brother house in the UK.  Surely this is a joke, the Onion gone mad.  Alas, it was true.  Several reputable new sources confirmed it.  My heart, once again, felt smashed.  Not broken necessary, but very badly mangled.

On Tuesday, I read Stuart Murdoch’s reflections on the death of David Bowie.  You can read it here:

http://www.belleandsebastian.com/diary/january-12th-2016-the-next-day

I left the following comment (although it looks like they don’t publish them) in response to Stuart’s great post:

Thank you for this Stuart.  Too often we do forget to count our blessings.  After we suffer a loss, we frequently focus on what is missing from our lives rather than what we once had.  Yesterday, I walked around feeling like I had been kicked in the stomach.  I lost my husband suddenly in August and learning about David Bowie's death dragged me back to those first few days after my husband died.  On very bad days, I sit on my sofa and cry and stare at the box on the mantle that his ashes are kept in.  On good days, I remind myself of how lucky we were to have had 16 years together when there are some people who never get five minutes of what we shared.  The same can be said for David Bowie.  He was always in my life, in the soundtrack of it, making me feel like I too belonged, that I wasn't alone on the planet.  You and I were lucky to have shared a part of our lives with David Bowie and we need to celebrate that once we've finished mourning.

This morning, I arrived at work and discovered that Alan Rickman, lovely, talented, amazing, best actor of all time, Alan Rickman, had died.  I was alone in my office and said aloud, “NO!” when I read it.  Again, making sure I checked several sources before believing it.  How cynical we are now that we can’t just read something in one place and believe it.  We’ve been lied to online so many times that we need to fact check everything.  I do anyway, I’m sure if you are reading this, you do that too.

The New York Times posted their obituary for Alan Rickman here:

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/01/15/obituaries/alan-rickman-dies-at-69.html

Again, I left a comment on their post which I will share here:

In the last 5 months I have lost my husband, David Bowie and now Alan Rickman to cancer. It's SUCH a thief. I have said this a lot since my 63 year old husband died suddenly in August, cancer steals those people we love from our lives. Alan Rickman had an amazing talent. I was introduced to him via "Truly, Madly, Deeply" and have followed his film career ever since. One of my favourite Rickman roles was as Metatron, the voice of god, in Kevin Smith's Dogma. If god did exist, I would imagine that her/his voice would sound like Alan Rickman's. Oh that voice... cannot imagine that it's now silenced. What a loss, for all of us. My deep and sincere sympathies to his family and friends.

Add Lemmy to the list and it’s been a bad month to be an artist of a certain age who originated from the UK who I respected and admired.  Who is next? What horrible thing will slap us in our collective faces tomorrow morning?  I’m almost afraid to find out.  I will though, wake up tomorrow to find out what it is.  As I promised myself when Mark died, I’ll continue to get up each morning and keep moving forward.  It’s not always easy but it’s something that I have to do.  Unfortunately, it’s something that David Bowie’s widow, Iman and Alan Rickman’s widow, Rima Horton will have to do too.  They, like me, have lost their lovely husbands far too son and have joined a club, a sisterhood, that they would have preferred to have never joined.  Trust me, I know I can speak for them on that because I have yet to meet a widow who was happy about it. 

Saturday, July 05, 2014

Forever Anthony

I was saddened to read that Mesach Taylor had died.  Years ago, I was a huge Designing Women fan and I particularly liked his character Anthony Bouvier.  The relationship between Anthony and Delta Burke's Suzanne Sugarbacker made for some comedy gold.  I know he had a long and varied career but I'll always remember him as Anthony.  Rest in peace Mr Taylor.

Wednesday, May 07, 2014

We'll miss you Mr Mowat


I was sad to hear the news that Farley Mowat, a true Canadian national treasure, had passed away.

He was 92 years old and lived an incredible life. 

Once, a long time ago, I had an opportunity to meet him.  Back in my radio days, he visited the station for an interview with Erin O'Donnell and Marisa Dragani.  He was quite a character, sweet, funny, and I remember that he gave us all a quick smooch before he left.  We were all a little star struck, after all, he was a living legend.

What I liked most about Farley Mowat was how "un-Canadian" he was.  He wasn't always sweet and polite, he was controversial, he was feisty, full of piss and vinegar and he broke that stereotype of the meek and mild Canadian.  Farley Mowat was a shit disturber of the highest order and we don't have enough of those in our neck of the woods. 


Monday, October 28, 2013

How in the world were they making that sound?

Was so sad over the weekend to hear about the passing of two amazing, talented people:  Marcia Wallace and Lou Reed.

They both died at the age of 71, after periods of poor health.  Marcia was a long-time survivor of breast cancer, Lou had recently received a new liver.  When we heard about Lou Reed yesterday, I thought that perhaps it was another hoax (there was a widespread hoax about his demise in 2001) but sadly, it was true.  They are both gone now but have left us so much to enjoy while we miss them.

Mark shared this on his on his Facebook page and I thought I'd share it here.  Jonathan Richman says it better than any of us ever could.



Thursday, May 17, 2012

sad girls

From an early age, I always liked songs with hand claps and strong backing vocals.  You can appreciate how much I liked Donna Summer's "Bad Girls" with it's "toot-toot, beep-beep" opening.  Of course, as a young girl, I had no idea what the song was about.  I just knew that I like it and I loved Donna Summer's amazing voice.

One of the first LP's I bought with my own money was "Bad Girls" by Donna Summer.  I seem to recall my mother being pretty upset when she saw it.  I had no idea what prostitutes were and, of course, there were photos of Donna and other women, dressed as "ladies of the evening" all over the cover  I think my mum got over the shock eventually and I almost wore those records out.  As a school girl in the 1970's I loved to sing along with "MacArthur Park", "Hot Stuff", "Last Dance" and (of course) "On The Radio" -  Donna was the Queen of Disco and her music was infectious.

I was shocked and saddened today to hear that she'd died at the very young age of 63.  She was a massive talent and her star shone very brightly. Cancer sucks and I'm very angry that it's snatched away another talent, too soon

Thursday, January 06, 2011

rest in peace Mr Rafferty

I meant to post this yesterday when I first heard about the death of Gerry Rafferty but the day got away from me before I could do it.

The song "Baker Street" always brings a particulary sweet childhood memory back to me whenever I hear it. I recall going on an errand with my dad in our 1974 Dodge Dart. I think we had to go Canadian Tire, the long-gone one down on Rideau Street. I was probably 10 or 11, it was either spring or summertime and I waited in the car while dad ran into the store. On this particular trip, he'd let me pick the radio station (which was a huge deal to me at the time) and he left the radio on for me while he was in the store. While he was gone, I remember both "Baker Street" playing on the radio and "Reminiscing" by the Little River Band. For whatever reason, hearing "Baker Street" always triggers something in my head and I'm back on Rideau Street, happily sitting in the Dodge Dart, waiting for my dad.

I was saddened to hear about Gerry Rafferty's death and about his struggles with alcohol. Thanks to you Mr Rafferty, for the music and the memories.

Monday, July 27, 2009

take it!

I've mentioned here before that Mark and I are fans of American Idol. Our favourite part of the show is the early auditions. This past season, I was really happy to see Alexis Cohen, one of our favourites from last season, return and try again.

We loved her attitude and spirit and spunk and mostly, her reaction to being dismissed. I was saddened this morning, to read that she'd been killed in an accident over the weekend. My condolences go out to her family and friends.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Sammy's got a new doo


Sammy's got a new doo
Originally uploaded by Julep67
. I'll admit that it took me almost an entire day to adjust to Sam with his new, cool, summer hair cut. The only fluffy bits left on him are his tail and behind his ear. Gracie had to sniff his but a bunch of extra times when he got home to make sure it was Sam.

. Today is my last day in the office for a week. That's right kiddos, I'm off next week. Keep your fingers crossed for me that it's sunny and nice, I have outside painting I need to do next week.

. Of course, if it did rain, I could hang out in the gazebo with the dogs and a pile of trade paperbacks I have.

. I tweeted this last night but feel that it needs repeating, this is not a good week for pop culture icons from my 1970's childhood.

. In a way, I'm sure that the O'Neal / Fawcett must be a little relieved to be pushed to the edge of the spotlight right now. Given what they've been going through for the past 3+ years as they've supported Farrah in her battle against cancer, I'm sure they'll be grateful for some peace.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

ripped off

Last night, after work, we had to do a few errands. One of the errands involved a trip to Dollarama, one of my favourite stores. I needed to pick up a couple of things for the dogs and they have a great pet section and everything is, duh, a dollar. Some dollar stores have $2 and $5 items but not Dollarama. Or so I thought. Last night, I needed some extra dog bowls and a new food mat (they'd eaten the spongebob squarepants one we were using) and it wasn't until I got to the cash that I realized that the items were $1.25. It was still a good deal but seriously, they're not called Dollartwentyfivearama, it's Dollarama! It's the economy, I know, everything's going up. No fun.

Also, on the no fun front, Natasha Richardson. I was so sad to hear that she'd died. Her death reminded me of a couple of things:

1. Kirsty MacColl's untimely death - also sudden and tragic, also preventable, also while on holiday, also with leaving two young sons behind.
2. Love Actually - I've had "bye bye baby" in my head for a couple of days now because I keep thinking of Liam Neeson in that funeral scene. I can no longer hear that particular Bay City Rollers song without crying.

Natasha Richardson appeared in one of my favourite "sick day" movies (it's one of those movies that can always make me feel better not matter what's going on), "Blow Dry." My heart aches for her family. I hope that they all lean on each other for strength and support right now.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

train wreckage


no food!?
Originally uploaded by Julep67
I have seen people walking by our office this morning wearing shorts and sandals. I just saw a lady wearing capris and flip flops. Last night, I dragged my stash of "keep at the office during the winter" shoes home with me. Spring fever is here a few days early. Maybe it's March madness or maybe it's the St. Patrick's day thing. Whatever it is, I'm liking it.

I'm also a fan of train-wrecks. Not real ones, well not the kind which actually involve actual trains but rather the kind which are exploited in tabloid media. It's a guilty pleasure of mine. While I would never wish anyone dead, I did enjoy the side show which developed in the weeks following the death of Anna Nicole. To me, it was like a strange continuation of her reality tv show. More recently, I've driven Mark out of the living room more than once by watching the "Octomom" on Dr Phil. Yes, she's nuts. Everyone agrees with it and at first, I was fascinated by it but over the past couple of days, I've lost interest (I'm a fair-weather train-wreck friend).

Today, however, I was angered and a little disgusted by the news that Ok! Magazine had released a "tribute" issue to Jade Goody (a dying b-list reality star from the UK). the poor girl (at last check) was still alive and I'm sure that her family had to be upset by this.

On a completely non-train wreck related note, I recently learned that my friend Sara's dad passed away in January. I never met him but I wish I had. He sounds like the kind of guy we need more of in this world, inspirational, compassionate and innovative. Here is a link to a lovely article about him which was recently published in the Montreal Gazette.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

a proper moment of silence for Pauline

I just heard the sad news about Wendy Richards passing away. It's not unexpected but sad, all the same.

Mark and I always laugh at her, well at Pauline whenever she'd talk about her "proper family" or having a "proper meal" or doing a "proper load of laundry." It was always a proper load of bollocks. The Fowlers were as messed up as everyone else, Pauline just thought she hid it better than anyone.

Wendy gave us many many years of enjoyment on Eastenders. I can't imagine how difficult this is for her family and friends. Rest in peace Mrs Fowler, you'll be missed.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

crying over you

Actually, I'm not crying but I can't help but think about a former colleague named Karen. She loved herself some Platinum Blonde. We worked together in a grocery store during high school and Platinum Blonde were BIG at that time. I'm sure that Karen was a little sad to hear about the passing of Kenny MacLean. Sounds like it was quite unexpected and, I'm sure, a huge shock to some.

In honour of Kenny, here's a little bit of Platinum Blonde for you. Remember, if you can't cry, go dance behind a back-lit screen!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

another sad day


sam
Originally uploaded by Julep67
How did it get to be Wednesday already?

I had Monday off from work (I'd booked it because I thought it would be good to have a day home with Sam after the wedding we were scheduled to attend) so I think that is making the working week days sort of fuller than normal.

While I was home on Monday, I heard the sad news about Rick Wright passing away. As you know, Mark is a massive Roger Waters / Pink Floyd fan. I called him to tell him the news and while neither of us were as fond as Rick as we were of Syd (aah, Syd!), it was a shock more than anything. I suppose, fortunately for him and his family, his illness was relatively short.

This morning, when I arrived at work, with my cup of tea in hand, I clicked onto our local newspaper's website. Once again I was shocked by what I read, Hal "Moose" McCarney, had died. Unlike Mark, I had never met Rick Wright but I did know Mr McCarney. I think that anyone who worked at Queen's and had anything remotely associated with Football knew him. He was a wonderful guy, truly. He'll be deeply missed.

We just finished watching a really lovely tribute to him on the local tv news. His death has left a massive hole in the hearts and minds of many of us in the Queen's community and certainly, in the town of Gananoque.

Former Gaels coach McCarney dies at 81
Posted By THE WHIG-STANDARD


Hal Mccarney, among the most loved and respected persons in the history of Queen's University football and an exceedingly successful Gananoque businessman, passed away yesterday.

McCarney, who was hospitalized with a broken leg at the start of this year's football training camp, took a turn for the worse recently.

He was 81.

"Queen's has lost a great Golden Gael and I have lost a good friend," the football team's head coach Pat Sheahan said of the Gananoque native who starred as a player (1949-51) and coached for better than two decades, including 21 campaigns as the late Frank Tindall's assistant.

"Being in Hal's circle these past nine years has been such a great privilege and a pleasure for me," added Sheahan, recalling countless "fireside chats with the burly, affable man.

"He had a very intuitive sense about when myself and my coaching staff needed a little pep talk.

"He still came by a couple of times a year with 10 or 12 trays of lasagna for the players and took great pride in that. He did his best to maintain that all important link with the past and wanted the players to learn that their connection to Queen's was not just the four years they play."

McCarney, who owned Gananoque Boat Line and several other businesses in his hometown, suffered abdominal pains and underwent surgery while recovering from the broken leg.

Sheahan said McCarney was supposed to be released from hospital on Sept. 6, "the day we played in Guelph. He left instructions to be released in time to get home and watch us play on television or be kept in hospital so he could watch from there. So Hal set the parameters for how the hospital was to deal with his release."

Funeral arrangements are pending.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Rest in peace George

I'm not the kind of person who has a lot of heroes but George Carlin was one of mine. I seriously feel like someone has kicked me in the guts. While the world was definitely a better place for having George in it, he wasn't here nearly long enough.

George Carlin, Splenetic Comedian, Dies at 71
By MEL WATKINS

George Carlin, the Grammy-Award winning standup comedian and actor who was hailed for his irreverent social commentary, poignant observations of the absurdities of everyday life and language, and groundbreaking routines like "Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television," died in Santa Monica, Calif., on Sunday, according to his publicist, Jeff Abraham. He was 71.

The cause of death was heart failure. Mr. Carlin, who had a history of heart problems, went into the hospital on Sunday afternoon after complaining of heart trouble. The comedian had worked last weekend at The Orleans in Las Vegas.

Recently, Mr. Carlin was named the recipient of the Mark Twain Prize for American Humor. He was to receive the award at the Kennedy Center in November. "In his lengthy career as a comedian, writer, and actor, George Carlin has not only made us laugh, but he makes us think," said Stephen A. Schwarzman, the Kennedy Center chairman. "His influence on the next generation of comics has been far-reaching."

Mr. Carlin began his standup comedy act in the late 1950s and made his first television solo guest appearance on "The Merv Griffin Show" in 1965. At that time, he was primarily known for his clever wordplay and reminiscences of his Irish working-class upbringing in New York.

But from the outset there were indications of an anti-establishment edge to his comedy. Initially, it surfaced in the witty patter of a host of offbeat characters like the wacky sportscaster Biff Barf and the hippy-dippy weatherman Al Sleet. "The weather was dominated by a large Canadian low, which is not to be confused with a Mexican high. Tonight’s forecast . . . dark, continued mostly dark tonight turning to widely scattered light in the morning."

Mr. Carlin released his first comedy album, "Take-Offs and Put-Ons," to rave reviews in 1967. He also dabbled in acting, winning a recurring part as Marlo Thomas’ theatrical agent in the sitcom "That Girl" (1966-67) and a supporting role in the movie "With Six You Get Egg-Roll," released in 1968.

By the end of the decade, he was one of America’s best known comedians. He made more than 80 major television appearances during that time, including the Ed Sullivan Show and Johnny Carson’s Tonight Show; he was also regularly featured at major nightclubs in New York and Las Vegas.

That early success and celebrity, however, was as dinky and hollow as a gratuitous pratfall to Mr. Carlin. "I was entertaining the fathers and the mothers of the people I sympathized with, and in some cases associated with, and whose point of view I shared," he recalled later, as quoted in the book "Going Too Far" by Tony Hendra, which was published in 1987. "I was a traitor, in so many words. I was living a lie."

In 1970, Mr. Carlin discarded his suit, tie, and clean-cut image as well as the relatively conventional material that had catapulted him to the top. Mr. Carlin reinvented himself, emerging with a beard, long hair, jeans and a routine that, according to one critic, was steeped in "drugs and bawdy language." There was an immediate backlash. The Frontier Hotel in Las Vegas terminated his three-year contract, and, months later, he was advised to leave town when an angry mob threatened him at the Lake Geneva Playboy Club. Afterward, he temporarily abandoned the nightclub circuit and began appearing at coffee houses, folk clubs and colleges where he found a younger, hipper audience that was more attuned to both his new image and his material.

By 1972, when he released his second album, "FM & AM," his star was again on the rise. The album, which won a Grammy Award as best comedy recording, combined older material on the "AM" side with bolder, more acerbic routines on the "FM" side. Among the more controversial cuts was a routine euphemistically entitled "Shoot," in which Mr. Carlin explored the etymology and common usage of the popular idiom for excrement. The bit was part of the comic’s longer routine "Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television," which appeared on his third album "Class Clown," also released in 1972.

"There are some words you can say part of the time. Most of the time ‘ass’ is all right on television," Mr. Carlin noted in his introduction to the then controversial monologue. "You can say, well, ‘You’ve made a perfect ass of yourself tonight.’ You can use ass in a religious sense, if you happen to be the redeemer riding into town on one — perfectly all right."

The material seems innocuous by today’s standards, but it caused an uproar when broadcast on the New York radio station WBAI in the early ’70s. The station was censured and fined by the FCC. And in 1978, their ruling was supported by the Supreme Court, which Time magazine reported, "upheld an FCC ban on ‘offensive material’ during hours when children are in the audience." Mr. Carlin refused to drop the bit and was arrested several times after reciting it on stage.

By the mid-’70s, like his comic predecessor Lenny Bruce and the fast-rising Richard Pryor, Mr. Carlin had emerged as a cultural renegade. In addition to his irreverent jests about religion and politics, he openly talked about the use of drugs, including acid and peyote, and said that he kicked cocaine not for moral or legal reasons but after he found "far more pain in the deal than pleasure." But the edgier, more biting comedy he developed during this period, along with his candid admission of drug use, cemented his reputation as the "comic voice of the counterculture." Mr. Carlin released a half dozen comedy albums during the ’70s, including the million-record sellers "Class Clown," "Occupation: Foole" (1973) and "An Evening With Wally Lando" (1975). He was chosen to host the first episode of the late-night comedy show "Saturday Night Live" in 1975. And two years later, he found the perfect platform for his brand of acerbic, cerebral, sometimes off-color standup humor in the fledgling, less restricted world of cable television. By 1977, when his first HBO comedy special, "George Carlin at USC" was aired, he was recognized as one of the era’s most influential comedians. He also become a best-selling author of books that expanded on his comedy routines, including "When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?," which was published by Hyperion in 2004.

Pursuing a Dream

Mr. Carlin was born in New York City in 1937. "I grew up in New York wanting to be like those funny men in the movies and on the radio," he said. "My grandfather, mother and father were gifted verbally, and my mother passed that along to me. She always made sure I was conscious of language and words."

He quit high school to join the Air Force in the mid-’50s and, while stationed in Shreveport, La., worked as a radio disc jockey. Discharged in 1957, he set out to pursue his boyhood dream of becoming an actor and comic. He moved to Boston where he met and teamed up with Jack Burns, a newscaster and comedian. The team worked on radio stations in Boston, Fort Worth, and Los Angeles, and performed in clubs throughout the country during the late ’50s.

After attracting the attention of the comedian Mort Sahl, who dubbed them "a duo of hip wits," they appeared as guests on "The Tonight Show" with Jack Paar. Still, the Carlin-Burns team was only moderately successful, and, in 1960, Mr. Carlin struck out on his own.

During a career that spanned five decades, he emerged as one of the most durable, productive and versatile comedians of his era. He evolved from Jerry Seinfeld-like whimsy and a buttoned-down decorum in the ’60s to counterculture icon in the ’70s. By the ’80s, he was known as a scathing social critic who could artfully wring laughs from a list of oxymorons that ranged from "jumbo shrimp" to "military intelligence." And in the 1990s and into the 21st century the balding but still pony-tailed comic prowled the stage — eyes ablaze and bristling with intensity — as the circuit’s most splenetic curmudgeon.

During his live 1996 HBO special, "Back in Town," he raged over the shallowness of the ’90s "me first" culture — mocking the infatuation with camcorders, hyphenated names, sneakers with lights on them, and lambasting white guys over 10 years old who wear their baseball hats backwards. Baby boomers, "who went from ‘do your thing’ to ‘just say no’ ...from cocaine to Rogaine," and pro life advocates ("How come when it’s us it’s an abortion, and when it’s a chicken it’s an omelet?"), were some of his prime targets. In the years following his 1977 cable debut, Mr. Carlin was nominated for a half dozen Grammy awards and received CableAces awards for best stand-up comedy special for "George Carlin: Doin’ It Again (1990) and "George Carlin: Jammin’ " (1992). He also won his second Grammy for the album "Jammin" in 1994.

Personal Struggles

During the course of his career, Mr. Carlin overcame numerous personal trials. His early arrests for obscenity (all of which were dismissed) and struggle to overcome his self-described "heavy drug use" were the most publicized. But in the ’80s he also weathered serious tax problems, a heart attack and two open heart surgeries.

In December 2004 he entered a rehabilitation center to address his addictions to Vicodin and red wine. Mr. Carlin had a well-chronicled cocaine problem in his 30s, and though he was able to taper his cocaine use on his own, he said, he continued to abuse alcohol and also became addicted to Vicodin. He entered rehab at the end of that year, then took two months off before continuing his comedy tours.

"Standup is the centerpiece of my life, my business, my art, my survival and my way of being," Mr. Carlin once told an interviewer. "This is my art, to interpret the world." But, while it always took center stage in his career, Mr. Carlin did not restrict himself to the comedy stage. He frequently indulged his childhood fantasy of becoming a movie star. Among his later credits were supporting parts in "Car Wash" (1976), "Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure" (1989), "The Prince of Tides" (1991), and "Dogma" (1999).

His 1997 book, "Brain Droppings," became an instant best seller. And among several continuing TV roles, he starred in the Fox sitcom "The George Carlin Show," which aired for one season. "That was an experiment on my part to see if there might be a way I could fit into the corporate entertainment structure," he said after the show was canceled in 1994. "And I don’t," he added.

Despite the longevity of his career and his problematic personal life, Mr. Carlin remained one of the most original and productive comedians in show business. "It’s his lifelong affection for language and passion for truth that continue to fuel his performances," a critic observed of the comedian when he was in his mid-60s. And Chris Albrecht, an HBO executive, said, "He is as prolific a comedian as I have witnessed."

Mr. Carlin is survived by his wife, Sally Wade; daughter Kelly Carlin McCall; son-in-law, Bob McCall, brother, Patrick Carlin and sister-in-law, Marlene Carlin. His first wife, Brenda Hosbrook, died in 1997.

Although some criticized parts of his later work as too contentious, Mr. Carlin defended the material, insisting that his comedy had always been driven by an intolerance for the shortcomings of humanity and society. "Scratch any cynic," he said, "and you’ll find a disappointed idealist."

Still, when pushed to explain the pessimism and overt spleen that had crept into his act, he quickly reaffirmed the zeal that inspired his lists of complaints and grievances. "I don’t have pet peeves," he said, correcting the interviewer. And with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he added, "I have major, psychotic hatreds."

Monday, June 02, 2008

parsley


parsley
Originally uploaded by Julep67
One of the better things we've purchased lately was a giant herb planter. Because of the deck / gazebo in the backyard, Mark had to give up his little vegetable patch this summer. To compensate, I picked up a planter with about 6 herbs in it. The herb plants were large so have been using them already.

Grilled veggies with freshly picked herbs are just too delicious folks. Yesterday, Mark made us a "big" breakfast and he made home fries with fresh thyme and rosemary and they were out of this world. It was a huge deal, this planter, I'm so glad we got it!

I was saddened to learn today that Bo Diddley had passed away. Someone said to me, "well he must have been pretty old" when I expressed my shock and sadness. I guess I'm just a sentimental fool because when these "old guys" start dying, the musicians who paved the way for so much of what we love today, it makes me sad.

Monday, February 18, 2008

a true gentleman

Mark and I are both a little shocked to hear about Willie's passing. When I think of Willie, I think about what a class act he was. A huge void will be felt in the Canadian music scene now that he is gone. Rest in Peace Willie P.

Canadian folksinger Willie P. Bennett dies

Canadian folksinger Willie P. Bennett, a highly-respected musician who preferred being a backup player for many of the country's top singers, has died at his home in Peterborough, Ont.

Bennett's official website confirmed on Sunday that the Juno Award-winning singer passed away peacefully at age 56 on Friday.

No cause of death has been given, but Bennett suffered a heart attack last year. His agent, Robin MacIntyre, said the musician was looking forward to a busy roster of solo shows this year.

Despite having a solo career, Bennett was satisfied with the role of background player, often strumming the mandolin or playing the harmonica for roots artist Fred Eaglesmith as well as dozens of other artists.

"He was a reluctant hero ... he would step back and let other people shine," MacIntyre told the Globe and Mail newspaper.

Bennett nabbed a Juno for Best Solo Roots and Traditional Album for 1998's Heartstrings, his first solo recording in nine years.
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Many well-known musicians collaborated on the album. They included Bruce Cockburn, Melanie Doane, Stephen Fearing and members of Prairie Oyster.
Supportive and encouraging

Born in Toronto on Oct. 26, 1951, Bennett began his musical career as a choir boy at his junior high, later emerging on the folk scene as a songwriter and performer in the late 1960s at Rochdale College.

He played at universities, clubs and coffee houses throughout southern Ontario in the 1970s and 1980s, first with a folk group called the Bone China Band and then later as a solo act.

Bennett's song, White Line, was recorded in 1973 by singer David Wiffen and in later years was covered by other artists, such as Jonathan Edwards and Pure Prairie League.

Musician Colin Linden recalls hearing that song as a 13-year-old watching Bennett play a coffeehouse in Don Mills in 1973. He approached Bennett after the show and recalls the singer treating him with respect.

"He was incredibly encouraging," said Linden, who would launch his own career nine years later.

Bennett also co-wrote the song Goodbye, So Long, Hello with Russell deCarle of Prairie Oyster. It was named the 1990 Canadian Country Music Association's Song of the Year.

His contributions to Canada's folk scene were highlighted in 1996 when Fearing, Colin Linden and Tom Wilson formed Blackie and the Rodeo Kings, a group named after Bennett's 1978 album.

They recorded a tribute album to Bennett, using 14 of his songs.

"His songs are so strong, they're going to keep on resonating," declares Linden.

Bennett leaves his partner, Linda Duemo, his mother and three siblings.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Mrs Angus

I was saddened to read about the passing of Mrs Angus this morning. I had the good fortune to meet her several times over the past 15 years and I thought that she was a grand lady. A few years ago, I transcribed a interview she did as part of an oral history project that was happening at the University. She led a fascinating life and will be greatly missed.

Kingston loses an 'Old Stone'; Margaret Angus was passionate defender of historic architecture

Margaret Angus wasn't born in Kingston, but she embraced the city as tightly as any Old Stone.

And that term - generally reserved for anyone who has at least five generations of predecessors buried in Cataraqui Cemetery - was one that she adopted for her own with the publication in 1966 of her legendary book, The Old Stones of Kingston, and a lifetime spent preserving the old stones that make up the cityscape.

Angus, a passionate defender of Kingston's historic architecture from the days when few people gave it a second thought, died yesterday morning, three months shy of her 100th birthday. Her landmark book on Kingston's history is still generating royalties; her passion for the city, its buildings and citizens is still fondly remembered.

"Mrs. Angus's great forte was making history come alive by telling people about the stories and the families, not just the buildings that they lived in," said architect Lily Inglis, who knew her for more than 40 years.

"She was a voice crying in the wilderness, a great many years by herself."

Angus, the grand-niece of former Civil War general and U.S. president Ulysses S. Grant, came to Kingston in 1937 with her husband William and was instantly taken with the city's architecture and history.

She grew up in Chinook, Mont., just south of the the Saskatchewan border and earned her BA in history from the University of Montana, where she met a young drama professor and her future husband, William Angus.

The Anguses had two children, as well as seven grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren.

Her husband William, who died in 1996, also at the age of 99, moved to Kingston to work in the drama department of Queen's, which he eventually headed. Between 1941 and 1957, Margaret Angus made all the costumes for the department. A number of them are currently on display at the Agnes Etherington Arts Centre, where she served as curator of the costume collection from 1968 to 1985.

Angus also served as director of the campus radio station for nine years. In recognition of her achievements, she received a slew of medals, awards and other honours, including the Order of Canada, a lifetime achievement award from the Ontario Heritage Foundation and a research chair named after her at the Museum of Health Care in Kingston.

Her daughter, Barbara Morgan, remembers her mother as a woman who was enchanted with Kingston and who took on the job of heritage preservation at a time when it was not fashionable. Sixty years ago, the ethos of Kingston was not to protect old buildings but to tear them down and build new in the name of progress. Some people took issue with what they saw as an outsider coming in to tell them what they should be doing with their buildings, but her mother was undeterred, Morgan said.

Angus was also a driving force behind the establishment of Local Architectural Conservation Advisory Committees across Ontario.

"When she wanted something done, it got done," Morgan recalled.

Sewing was also one of her mother's passions, and that led to her collection of historical costumes, which she developed by getting to know the older women in the community. When her husband staged a play, Angus would add a line to the program appealing for anyone who had old dresses or other clothes to contact her. In return, she literally received trunks of corsets, dresses and other items that local women didn't want or that didn't fit them anymore. Many of the items have been preserved in the collection that bears her name.

Her passion for costumes led to her interest in the families who lived and raised their families in the old houses of Kingston.

Angus was a pioneer in adding a social history component to architectural history. Those who study architecture alone either discount - or are deeply suspicious of - such elements as they often exaggerate family tales that surround old buildings, despite the fact that how a building looks and works is more based on the needs of the people who own and occupy it than on purely architectural considerations.

"She was ahead of her time," said Kingston architectural historian Jennifer McKendry, who in many ways has picked up Angus's torch.

She notes that Angus's book remains one of the authoritative texts on Kingston architecture more than 40 years after it was published. Helen Finley knew Angus for decades and said her efforts not only preserved many pre-Confederation buildings in Kingston, but inspired an interest and an understanding of them among local residents.

"The thing I remember best about her was her passion about Kingston and area, and how she inspired other people to look at the buildings around them," she said.

"She really made people realize what a wonderful wealth of fabulous architecture there was in this city."

Her daughter remembers her mother giving a commencement speech after receiving an honorary law degree and as her diminutive mother peered over the podium, she instantly put an auditorium of people at ease with her self-deprecating humour.

"She said, 'If all the historians who gave convocation speeches were laid end to end, it would be good thing,' " Morgan recalled with a laugh.

"She was a great lady."

Angus earned dozens of honours and awards during her lifetime, including the Order of Canada, the Silver Jubilee Medal, Citizen of the Year, an Honorary Doctor of Laws, the Montreal Medal, the Kingston Historical Society Award and the Distinguished Service Award from Kingston General Hospital.

She was also a prolific writer. In addition to the Old Stones of Kingston, she wrote The Story of Bellevue House, The Old Stones of Queen's, Kingston City Hall, John A. Lived Here, The History of Kingston General Hospital, and countless essays and articles.

Fittingly, Angus will be laid to rest in Cataraqui Cemetery, among many of the Stones whose stories she chronicled. Visitation will be held from 2 to 5 p.m. on Monday at the James Reid downtown chapel. A funeral service will be held at St. James Anglican Church, 10 Union St. W., on Tuesday beginning at 2 p.m.

A memorial celebration will also be held at Memorial Hall in City Hall on Wednesday, Feb. 27 at 4 p.m.

ielliot@thewhig.com

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

concession street action


concession street action
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We're not really sure what was happening at Lansdowne and Concession last night but the fire department were involved. Tonight we drove by (as we do) on our way home and the place didn't seem fire damaged so I'm guessing it must have been something else, like a gas leak or other weirdness.

This house is a odd one. Last summer, I called it the "trailer park boys" house because the lads who were living in it had a giant flag of Nova Scotia hanging from the porch, as well as several items which looked like they could have been purchased a head shop. It's a stereotype I know but there you go.

The banners and flags came down before Christmas so there may be new tennants in the place. Either way, it didn't seem like much damage had happened and I didn't hear today that anyone had been hurt so that's something.

I did read some rather disturbing stuff in the paper today though. A girl I went all through school with, died in the summer of 2006. She'd been having some trouble with drugs and she died under suspicious circumstances. Today in the paper, they ran an article about a man they charged in connection with her death. He plead guilty to negligence causing death. Apparently, she'd asked to be taken to the hospital and the guy didn't do it. Reading the account of her final weeks in the paper made me feel sad and angry. I know that she wasn't perfect but she didn't really deserve to be left like she was, no one does. 38 years old is way too young to die, no matter what the circumstances of your life.

Friday, January 25, 2008

go away now

Sometimes when I don't hear about something for a while, I secretly hope that it's stopped, gone away. Unfortunately, not having heard about Fred Phelps for a bit didn't mean that he had grown a heart and a brain. You would have to expect that someone who speaks like he does would believe in hell. I don't actually believe in it but, if I did, I would imagine that someone like Fred Phelps would end up there for the pain he's inflicted on folks over the years.

Shame on you Fred Phelps.

Heath Ledger's Funeral Is No Place For Bigots

New York, NY, January 24, 2008
The Anti-Defamation League (ADL), responding to the Westboro Baptist Church's plan to turn Heath Ledger's death into a homophobic spectacle, said the actor's funeral "should be no place for haters, and especially a gay basher like Fred Phelps."

Phelps and his virulently homophobic church have vowed to picket the actor's funeral, objecting to what they view as the actor's support of homosexuality through his starring role in the film "Brokeback Mountain." It is a time-honored strategy for Phelps, a notorious hater who uses high-profile funerals as a means to promote his unique brand of bigotry to the masses.

"It is time to say to Fred Phelps and his ilk, enough is enough," said Abraham H. Foxman, ADL National Director. "Heath Ledger's funeral should be no place for haters, and especially a gay basher like Fred Phelps. It is outrageous that the Westboro Baptist Church would attempt to turn the untimely and sad death of a Hollywood celebrity into a homophobic spectacle."

Since the summer of 2005, the Topeka, Kansas-based Westboro Baptist Church has picketed the funerals of soldiers killed in Iraq and Afghanistan with placards reading "Thank God for Dead Soldiers." Phelps believes that the soldiers represent a nation tolerant of homosexuality, and their deaths are God's punishment for their sins. The group also routinely rails against Jews, Catholics and other minority faiths.

In October 2007, a federal court ordered the group to pay $11 million to the father of a slain Marine after it was found guilty of violating a right to privacy and inflicting intentional emotional distress.

Members of the WBC first gained national notoriety when they appeared at the funeral of gay murder victim Matthew Shepard bearing signs reading "No Fags in Heaven" and "God Hates Fags."