THE OPPENHEIMER REPORT (May 9, 2022)
Firstly, a belated Happy Mother’s Day to all the great mothers out there, here and gone, who have blessed their children with their maternal wisdom. I had a wonderful mom (and dad) who always pointed me in the right direction. My favorite Mom story involved me stealing a box of crayons from a local drug store in Buffalo when I was about 5 years old. Oblivious to the concept of discretion, I stole a huge box of 72 crayons, which was impossible to conceal, and my mom immediately spotted it as we left the store. She was quite vociferous about her disappointment, and she made me march back into the store and admit to the shopkeeper what I had done. She told me that he might have me arrested, and that there are consequences for my bad behavior. I imagined my 5-year-old self, dressed in prison stripes, working on a chain gang. It was a humiliating admission that I will never forget. I was forgiven by the store owner, which was my first experience with mercy. I realize how blessed I was to have had good parents that doubled as good role models. Shauna’s mom, “ET” is our last remaining parent, and at 97, she is truly a remarkable woman. Still sharp as a tack, she’s on her tablet every day posting to Facebook and Messenger, and selecting each and every musical track for her Martin Music show which she hosts every Sunday from 6-8pm on Hunters Bay Radio, CKAR, The Bay 88.7FM. In addition to that, she never misses a Toronto Blue Jays baseball game. She keeps us on our toes with her wit and wisdom, and we love her dearly.
Along with our friend “Silver Lake” Joe Thompson, on Saturday night, I attended an EP release party in North Bay featuring a mutual songwriter. Joe and I became friends when he hosted the “Live Drive” show at Hunters Bay Radio. The songwriter we went to see was one of his many guests that performed live in our studio. I used to see Joe almost every Thursday night, because his show aired before I was in the studio to broadcast my Lyrical Workers show. I’ve missed our weekly visits. There’s been a lot of water under the bridge over the past 2 or more years since we last saw each other. We picked up where we left off and discussed the major events that had taken place in our lives.
It’s been a long time since I went to a bar, any bar, and I realize that I’m no longer a big fan. In my younger days, I spent a lot of my free time in bars, listening to live music. While I don’t drink anymore, I don't have a problem with other people drinking around me. What bothers me most about bars is that I don’t hear very well anymore, and amidst the cacophony of 100 shouting voices, it’s difficult to focus on a band. That environment was once very alluring to me, but now crowded bars simply remind me of the horse’s ass I became when I’d had a few too many. Joe and I came to the same conclusion and we called it an early night after the band's first set. These days, I am more inclined to listen to live music in venues wherein the audience is there solely for the music. I always marvel at my musician friends who play bar gigs. It must be disheartening to try and reach an audience that is composed in large part of people who have no intention of listening to your music. Show biz. Ptoohey! This is your resident grumpy old man signing off.
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