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Mon May 5 '08 - It's Snacktime
submitted by Steve
Well, here we go: it’s the Snacktime blitz this week, as our first-ever kids’ record hits the shelves this Tuesday. We’re doing a bunch of press and some in-store performances and signings. Come on out and say hello – and bring the kids. We’ll keep the swearing to a minimum.
TUESDAY, MAY 6TH
NEW YORK, NY
3:30 PM Barnes and Noble
97 Warren Street (at Greenwich St.) (Tribeca)
THURSDAY, MAY 8TH
FRAMINGHAM, MA
3:30 PM Barnes and Noble
1 Worcester Rd. (in Shoppers World Shopping Center)
FRIDAY, MAY 9TH
BIRMINGHAM, MI
3:30 PM Borders
34300 Woodward
SATURDAY, MAY 10TH
OAK BROOK, IL
11:00 AM Borders
1500 16th Street, Suite D
MONDAY, MAY 12, 2008
TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA
2901 Bayview Avenue, Toronto, ON
7:00 PM Chapters, Bayview Village
 
Tue April 29 '08 - Back By Request
submitted by Steve
Ok, so the TTC strike came and went quickly, and I awoke this morning to the sound of callers whining and complaining, which always starts my day off with a special edge. I mean, Ed and Tyler listen to AM 640 and actually seem to get a kick out of listening to their barrage of pro-copper, union-busting know-nothings, but it makes me crazy. Like, actually want to THROW things crazy. But this was the CBC, and still I had to listen to a bunch of people complaining because they had to drive their cars (one dude thinks he can invoice the union for his time) instead of take transit. Granted, the strike itself was bullshit – the city shouldn’t have to pay for the fact that internal political structure of the transit union is crumbling, and the one-hour notice at midnight, rather than say, four am, was suicidal for a union who desperately needed public support, but I’d really love it if people who called in to radio shows could actually tell the difference between salient points and blind rage. I can’t, thus I don’t call. It’s a simple equation, really.
Not that the transit workers were in the right, mind you. They say they didn’t give us 48 hours notice, as they’d promised earlier, because they were concerned for their own safety, but what about the safety of riders (particularly female ones) who were stranded at midnight when the strike began?
Anyway, what really gets my goat (and that goat will be sorely missed) is people’s screwed-up priorities. I mean, a day of no mass transit is important, yes, but what about the loss of one of my favourite businesses?
Not that I’ve ever been inside, but I recently drove past the eatery with my favourite name in all of Toronto, and their windows were all papered up. It made me incredibly sad. Did someone walk in one day and finally break the news that the addition of “th” doesn’t instantly a superlative make? That a greenth salad is not a salad greener than the greenest salad? And when the proprietors realized it was true, did they just hang their heads and sadly shutter their shop forever? This, Toronto, is the real tragedy.
Thu January 17 '08 - Nothing But The Dead And Dying
submitted by Steve
The year is new, but so many things stay the same. New Year’s Eve in Tempe, Arizona was a good time, complete with my new suit trousers tearing right down the seam nearly at the beginning of the show, and all of my clothes were back at the hotel. At least I was wearing bright red underwear, so as the hole began to gape further, the folks at the back of the crowd could get a decent view as well. Upon hearing the tale, my six year-old son told me that if he had a new pair of pants, he’d try out all his moves in the hotel before the show just to make sure they wouldn’t rip. I had to explain to him that I feel stupid enough doing my moves onstage in front of thousands of people, never mind all alone in a hotel room, in front of those “sprinklers” which we all know are actually cameras which instantly upload all they capture to YouTube. Speaking of which, am I alone in loving the fact that if you search “Barenaked Ladies” on YouTube, you’re often brought to the most peculiar porn, my favourite being the series that show men’s scrotums being crushed. By cowboy boots.
Yesterday I was in a Starbucks and the barista handed me a coupon for a free drink (“we’re sorry your experience wasn’t what you’d expected…”) and told me she was a HUGE fan. And then asked me if we were still together.
Then, today, walking on Queen St., a man in shorts on a bicycle made eye contact with me and said “Barenaked Ladies are HORRIBLE!” I chased him.
How can I not love my town?
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