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Waiting for the 25

Waiting for the 25

I was coming home later than normal from a speaking engagement, and was incensed when the #25 bus I needed to catch to make my connection home stopped, let a few passengers off, and then didn’t open the front door to let me on. Logic says that if a few people get off your bus, one more should be able to get on and still be at the same capacity or less. This was about the third time in two weeks that I had some sort of hiccup in transit service coming home late, when my bus only goes every hour. After a couple of angry tweets to TransLink customer service they sent me the link to their online complaint form. I took one look at it and decided it would be much more cathartic to write a song while I waited, finally making it home 2 1/2 hrs later. By the time I arrived I had the the backing tracks recorded on the iPad and the lyrics written:

I stand. I wait. The bus. Is late
So tell. Me why. He drove. On by.
I see. It’s kind. Of full. In there.
But in. The back. There’s lots. Of air.

Now I’m going to wait because of the 25!

Would it. Be hard. To take. A sec.
And ask. That folks. Step back. To let.
One tired. Old guy. Get home. On time.
And not. Be stuck. An hour. In line.

Waiting for another bus because of the 25!

So TransLink please, help me understand
Why every time it’s late I have to change my plans

I think it makes sense to commute
And try to help not to pollute
But every time that I’m delayed
I ask myself “why”, then I say

I’m waiting one more time because of the 25!

I see. A bus. It stops. This time.
As full. As one. At half. Past nine.
This guy. He asks. The crowd. To make.
Some room. For us. Cause “Folks, it’s late”.

Finally on my way in spite of the 25!

So see. It was. Not all. That hard.
To think. Of those. Who buy. A card.
To ride. The bus. And pay. Your wage.
And not. Just shrug. And drive. Away.

To leave me standing staring at the rear of the 25!

So TransLink please, help me understand
Why every time it’s late I have to change my plans

So as I stand and wait I’ll fill
Out a complaint, or better still
I’ll take the time to write this song
To help me vent bout all that’s wrong

Waiting late at night because of the 25!
Next time, though, I think I have to drive

Punk Chocolate

Punk Chocolate

This is a funny little tune. After a great afternoon of conversation and an event with the regional sales manager for Barry-Callebaut, I was riding the bus home and this song idea popped in my head. An homage to chocolate from the chef`s perspective. For most of us, we try everything new that comes out, but often return to the favourites we have used over the years. Mark is a fan of 70`s and 80`s punk and rock, so I thought a Ramones – Sex Pistols vibe would be a good choice, and I wanted to give a shout out to three of Vancouver’s finest chocolate and pastry wizards who are his local brand ambassadors/promoters!

Here are the lyrics:

Feeling like you need a little fire in the soul?
Take some beans, ferment them, roast them nice and slow
Press them to extract the liquor, conching takes some time
Building up those flavours as complex as vintage wine

Some sugar, some flavour get you almost all the way
For purists there’s no lecithin, to each his own I say
White or milk is creamy, but the darker you can get
Bittersweet sensations fill the craving good as sex

Some swear by Valrhona, Lindt or Cluizel
Others want a fairly traded boutique taste or smell
For me, I’ve tried them all, but always seem to go
Back to what I’ve used forever, Greg and Peter know

Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut
Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut
Ask Chocolate Mark, he’s always in the know
Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut

Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut
Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut
Chocolate Mark will tell you all you need to know
Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut

When chocolate hits your fancy, don’t eat that compound crap
Full of oil and garbage, without all that classic snap
Chocolate’s more than powder, and should be delicate
Needing careful handling to make it exquisite

Properly in temper, like a woman it can be
All that you can handle, but impossible to leave
An open canvas waiting for creativity
From those who treat it well and with some dignity

Some swear by Valrhona, Lindt or Cluizel
Others want a small plantation’s special taste or smell
For me I’ve tried them all, but always seem to stay
With what I’ve used forever, just ask Christophe and he’ll say

Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut
Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut
Ask Chocolate Mark, he’s always in the know
Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut

Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut
Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut
Chocolate Mark will tell you all you need to know
Callebaut or Cacao Barry, Cacao Barry, Callebaut

Now that’s chocolate
Real chocolate
Good chocolate
Punk chocolate!

 

Hello, Tammy!

Hello Tammy

On New Year’s Eve, 2012, I was playing with my new iPad mini and exploring Twitter, when I saw a tweet from well known Canadian author Douglas Coupland, stating that he was going to nickname 2013 “Tammy”. I was at the time beginning to play around with the capability of the mini as a recording device using the GarageBand app, so spent the remainder of the evening and much of the first few hours of 2013 writing and recording a fun little tune, that ended up being somewhat “soundtrack-esque”

A great experiment, fully created, recorded, mixed, and posted on a little tablet one night!

T on the Q

T on the Q

This funky groove was recorded for the soundtrack of a video I made of the process of barbecuing a 22 lb organic turkey over charcoal for my food website.

You can watch the video here: