Monthly Archives: March 2014

Sheriff Of Canada Supports The Ukraine, (n.o.t)


This premier episode of Rocket Robin Hood suggests a meteorite lands in the Ocean and starts sucking out all the water and then the evil Sheriff of N.O.T. (pretty creative writing) who, like all the other villains/ thugs are brown skinned (pretty creative writing) demands the people pay for being on his new land which was previously the Ocean.

That particular piece of future projection from the 1960s seems right on the money in terms of the bullshit of privatization policies from Thatcher to our own Dysfunctional King of Canada giving more land reserved for reindeer to his oil and gas masters.

It’s especially sick to watch Harper talk tough on the Ukraine. When someone who has a legacy of shitting on morality and ethics starts to talk about it then you know something else is going on.

Maybe it’s about supporting Obama against Putin in order to get Obama to cave on allowing the morally bankrupt Keystone pipeline?

Seems weird for someone to lecture about morality when Israel’s history of stealing Palestinian land is well documented but Harper acts like they can do no wrong. If Harper had an ounce of interest in morality or ethics why then squash talk about the well documented child rape in Afghanistan. Why give order Canadian troops to shut up about it and why not promote the soldier who spoke up – Travis Schouten?

Why stop scientists from reporting on scientific facts that shed light on environmental damage?

Rocket Robin: Sheriff come to your senses, the Earth is being destroyed.
Sheriff: You mean created don't you? Every minute my land and power grow. Soon 
all of Earth will be mine
Rocket Robin: This is madness. Greed and lust for power have blinded him.


More Orwell Proof

20140303_224152The security camera overhead in the elevator of the fancy building was annoying. Who wants to be videotaped picking their nose or cleaning food from their teeth? It’s just a residential building, we already answered the security guy when we were buzzed in and he asked which residence was our destination.

The idea of taking a picture of the security camera seemed worthy for this blog. A bigger surprise was that the security guard also wanted to be in the blog. He stopped me when the elevator opened.

“What were you doing?” he ordered.

“You mean in the elevator?” I asked like seeking directions.

“You’re not allowed to take any pictures here anywhere.”

“That’s not true,” I calmly explained, “you can take a picture with your phone anywhere. It’s public space. It’s an elevator.”

“You aren’t allowed to do that! What apartment were you in? Who were you seeing? How did you enter the building?” He was turning red. I remembered this from shattered substitute teachers failing to control our class when I was in junior high school.

“Look guy, I’m leaving. This is stupid.”

There were two doors necessary to open to get to the street and I imagined he might automatically lock them from behind his desk with 20 monitors of other suspects in elevators or stairwells. Did he also have a switch to make the floor open and drop me into a waiting tank of killer sharks?

But the doors worked. I made my escape.

I had a horrible thought later. What if he had a taser? I bet he would have shot me because I had the nerve to not be on my knees acting ashamed of taking a picture of a camera taking a picture of me.


Saved By Methodology

One day in 1992 the job of composer for a CBC Television series was offered to me. The producer called because she liked this song What The Astronaught Noticed and Then Suggested. She heard it used in a student film from the Canadian Film Centre and afterward decided she wanted me to be the composer for her series. I told the her I would love to score the series but unfortunately I didn’t have the necessary equipment. She said they could give me about $8,000 to acquire whatever I needed. Time to pinch myself.

That student film was a random act of charity. The CFC director was worried about how much money my fee would be because he didn’t have any. If I wasn’t open to letting people use stuff for free I would have never been offered the CBC series which paid me more than any other television job. The lesson there was if you believe in someone who has no funds just do it for free. Say yes and don’t worry about it.

Suddenly I had the very fun problem of being able to spend $8000 on a music program and a computer with the appropriate operating system to run it (plus some sound modules, synchronization gizmos and microphones). The software other composer friends used was Notator or Cubase. I bought most of my equipment from Long and McQuade and I knew a lot of their staff. I had a lot of midi sound modules and spent many hours on the telephone with them getting answers for my problems.

  • Port what?
  • Midi Channel where?
  • Parameter who?
  • Velocity curve number which?

But at that time they didn’t sell Macs – just Ataris.

It wasn’t so clear in 1992 who would still be standing next week, Mac or Atari? I decided I would spend the 8 grand at the only store I knew about that had Macs.  The retail thing was all territorial then, they had specific contracts for who could sell what.

My instincts were that Mac was the future. But when I got to the store, in a back lane downtown, the sales guy ignored me, acted like I wasn’t there. Other customers came in and out and eventually I was the only guy there yet the sales guy gave me a dismissive  frown or focused on his newspaper.  Maybe this was all because I was wearing army pants and a t-shirt? Maybe in his mind he thought I was not a potential real customer? I got the not-so-subtle hint and left.

Later on the bus I started writing a letter in my head to the owner telling them what happened. I imagined my letter might even get the guy fired but then I became philosophically conflicted. Mr. not-so-subtle was an asshole but I have my moments too. I wanted to complain but I don’t want someone to lose their job.

stacy 2

I came up with a different idea, I went back to Long & McQuade and bought the Stacy Laptop by Atari (as you can see I had it altered to reflect my anti-drug stance) and I wrote Jack Long (Mr. Long and McQuade) and told him what happened when I was about to buy the Mac and how I decided instead of writing angrily to the other company – I would instead write him and praise my experiences there which never included being treated as weird as what just happened to me. I singled out three of their employees who especially helped me and mentioned all the help on the telephone.

About 3 weeks later I went to Long and McQuade for something and when Newton saw me, (Newton ran the accounting) he grabbed my hand and shook it firmly



“Jack got your letter. We have a photocopy of it pasted on the wall upstairs. Thanks man!”

“Oh that’s good, you’re welcome.”

And then every time I turned around someone was thanking me or shaking my hand. And substantial discounts followed during the next years and a letter of thanks from Jack.

The end of the story isn’t that I want to do a sponsorship for Long and McQuade. I’ve also had some disappointments there and the other store has since been a place where I got some good things. The end of the story was realizing it could be more meaningful to think a little more sideways about what to do with anger.

Of course there is alternate ending: Macs are here today and Stacy’s are, well.. did you ever hear of one?