The Calgary Journal
The Calgary Journal

Voices

X92.9 brings music, fear and loathing to the Rockies one last time

dan-manganthumbOne Weekend Only 5 had come to an end — and as I headed back to Calgary I had over a day's worth of tape, two cameras full of pictures and vague memories of robots, hot tubs and fog machines to sort through.

Winter woes in Calgary

Cars thumbSnow removal stinks in Calgary.

Anyone transplanted from elsewhere in Canada will likely tell you the same. Try telling a Montrealer that he should not expect to see the streets in Calgary properly cleared in winter and he won't believe you.

Calgarians are flummoxed by any modest accumulation of the white stuff.

Understanding the gentle giant

Angel3withme thumb copyAngel's silver collar jingles against her pink dog tag as she kicks up snow. She runs toward the two white and brown shih tzus who have just entered with their owner into the off-leash area down the street from our Beddington house in N.W. Calgary.

Angel approaches the dogs less than half her size excitedly, wagging her tail back and forth and panting with excitement at the middle-aged woman's feet. She desperately wants to be pet by this new person.

There's a lot more to buying a guitar than just slapping down cash

AO1onlineSQUAREI walk through the doors and my senses are instantly bombarded. I see a wall of strings, frets, pickups, and every shape and color of wood imaginable. The aroma of wood-varnish and leather straps fills my nostrils, and then I see it.

There is noise and people all around me, but my vision narrows like a horse with blinders. My feet start to guide me through the crowd towards my one and only objective, and then I am standing right in front of it.