The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century

Today’s Oddball News Items

Post author By Joey deVilla
Post date July 21, 2004
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But that’s how my birthday parties always end!
MARYVILLE, Tennessee (AP) — Michael P.
Monn’s birthday celebration went a little awry when he was arrested
while drunk, nude and covered with nacho cheese.
I am the Lorax! I speak for the trAAAAArrrgh…
TULSA
– Blake Champlin, a Tulsa lawyer and environmental activist, died
Monday at his home when a tree supporting a hammock fell and crushed
him.
I understand. I have politely
sent out official requests for people to address me as “Your Sexiness”
and even Wendy isn’t playing along.
Veteran actor Ben Kingsley, who got a
knighthood three years back, might love the fact that he is now Sir Ben
Kingsley, but it reportedly drove his co-stars up the wall because he
expects to be called Sir every time.

It Happened to Me Toronto (a.k.a. Accordion City)

Scott Murff IS Dick Starbuck!

Post author By Joey deVilla
Post date July 21, 2004
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Here’s my friend and co-worker Scott Murff
(he’s in the Research and Innovation department with me) posing in the grafitti alley south of Queen Street, posing beside
the grafitti that speaks to him the most:

He’s a complicated man, and no one understands him but Boss Ross…

It Happened to Me Toronto (a.k.a. Accordion City)

Christine on the Secret Swing

Post author By Joey deVilla
Post date July 21, 2004
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Here’s Christine (who writes the Blogware-powered blog Purplecar, hosted by the fine folks at BlogHarbor)
enjoying the secret swing that someone — nobody seems to know who put
it up, how, or why — set up in an alcove in the grafitti alleyway just
south of Queen Street West.

She got some serious air; at some point, the swing’s chains were 90
degrees to the ground. With that kind of angle, she got some seriou
speed, which isn’t easy on that swing. The alleyway is so narrow that
it’s pretty easy to scrape yourself if you drift a little too far to
the side.

Rannie “Photojunkie” Turingan has taken a much better photo of the swing in its alcove; take a gander at this picture of the swing and this one of the rod that holds it up.

It Happened to Me

Scenes from a Wedding

I spent last weekend with Wendy in Baltimore, attending the wedding of
my friends Herb and Jessie. The wedding was absolutely wonderful: it
was held outdoors, within a stone’s throw of the water of Balitmore’s
harbour. The weather cooperated, as did the curious onlookers at the
nearby outdoor patio bar and Boston, who were doing a sound check in
the amphitheatre on the neighbouring pier.

Storytelling will follow, but in the meantime, you can check out the photos in photo album or slideshow form.

She’s with the accordion player.

It Happened to Me

I’ve been busy…

…hence the light blogging. Wendy and I were in Baltimore this weekend, and she’s beaten me to the punch in writing about it.

I also managed to carve out enough time to do some serious research…

Truth #1: People look at you funny when they see you reading this book.

Although
the cat’s away, they’re keeping me a busy mouse at work, so the entries
may be light today. Regular bloggage will resume soon.

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Are You Awaiting Email From Me?

Post author By Joey deVilla
Post date July 19, 2004
3 Comments on Are You Awaiting Email From Me?

A couple of you are awaiting emails from me that I’ve already sent from
my work email account. If you’re one of these people, leave a comment
and I’ll try resending it to you.

Music

Elektronik Supersonik

Will Rigby of the guitar band The dB’s
once remarked that “Giving
synthesizers to the Europeans was like giving whiskey to the Indians”.
In the case of one Zladko “Zlad” Vladcik, he may have been right.

I’ve posted a frame from the video for his song Elektronik Supersonik below, but to experience the full cheese, you’ve got to watch the video (Flash required)

The trying-to-be-sexy-but-failing space-age-sex lyrics are sung in a language that’s trying-to-be-English-but-failing:

“My blue jeans eez tight, so eento my love rocket climb.”
“Above us, there eez notheenk above us…but the stars…above.”
“5…4…3…1…off blast!” (Yes, he skipped “2”.)
“
Fly away my space rocket,
you no need put money in my pocket
the door is closed I just lock it
I put my birthplug in your socket”

You’ll get a kick out of the full lyrics, which are here.

This guy sounds just the way I imagine Vlad the robot from Achewood does.

(Here’s a copy located in my blog’s filesystem, just in case they’ve taken down the video.)