Sports. Right? Errr!

I remember the Wiz used to say that Benson and Hedges Silver cigarettes reminded him of "newspapermen." Let's do this (notice the spot on the pack for "notes").



A diletante's dabble in the cliched quagmire of sportswriting by Jason P Quinton.

Pens Mightier

Last night, a contrast to the freshwater grace of Lake Michigan the Pittsburg Penguins dismantled the engine of the mighty motor city Detroit Red Wings. To fly, the dream of man and flightless bird alike, was realized when the Penguins Peter Sykora scored halfway through the third overtime period. They should've called him Sick Aura, cause that dude is ill and magic.



After getting off to a great start, the Penguins then waddled through the second and third period, squandering a two goal lead like so many rotten fish carcases, discarded on the frozen arctic tundra. With ten minutes left in the final frame of regulation time, Detroit took a one goal lead.



The champagne buckets were wheeled amongst the jock straps and bloodied tape and beard trimmings of the Red Wing's dressing room. The Stanley Cup was polished and positioned in the hallway leading to the ice, just out of view of players on the bench, but sparkling in the mind's eye of all fans. For Detroit boosters, it's shine a promise of a return to late 90's glory, not unlike the new Weezer album. For supporters of the Penguins - including the chubby and morose Mario Lemiueux who sat in the press box teetering on the edge of what looked like a full blown poutine overdose - the presence of the cup on their TV screen meant that the excitement of their young but composed team was set to fizzle, like Danny Devito's Oswald Cobblepot in Batman Returns.



With goalie Marc Andre Fleury out of the net (risky), and all Penguin honkers (and the Penguins themselves) seeing red, in a sea of red, Maxime Talbot jammed a puck in the net to send the game to overtime. It was not pretty, but the beauty of the goal lay in the sheer determination and importance, like the migration of a certain dapper, portly avian creature.



We sat through three overtime's. In Sweden and Newfoundland, the fans didn't even know where they were as the time ticked later into the night. Imagine the pain of staying awake all night in Sweden, suffering through Bob Cole's consistently warbling and unsure fifth hour of commentary, to have to go to work on no sleep, not knowing the victor.

In the end, the Wings were clipped. Peter Sykora aka Pee Sick aka THA CORE was able to help the Penguins make an escape from the biggest little chop shop in Michigan, taking the series back to Steeltown. They will heat it up, but hopefully not bend.



The Penguin may wear its natural tuxedo with pride today. Everybody hates Detroit, but it is not shadenfreude, but rather honest joy in the glow of the flashing red light (that heavenly light) and saw a bird soar while still on the ground.



NOT LIKE THAT!



Game 6 is Wednesday, in Marioville, and the birds will be welcomed with open wings.



THE TRAGICALLY HIP - Emperor Penguin

YACHT (You Actually Can't Help/Hurt Time)

The hockey could end tonight.

"It was in Pittsburg, late one night, I lost my hat(head?), got into a fight."
-Bob Dylan

TRAVELING WILBURY'S - MARGARITA



It's warm out. So let us embrace the always smooth, often urbane, transcendentally liberating vibes of yacht rock.

All songs have been float/water/boat tested.

DONALD FAGEN - I.G.Y

"Get your ticket to that wheel in space
While there's time
The fix is in
You'll be a witness to that game of chance in the sky
You know we've got to win
Here at home we'll play in the city
Powered by the sun
Perfect weather for a streamlined world
There'll be spandex jackets, one for everyone"
-Donald Fagen

THE DOOBIE BROTHERS - What A Fool Believes

"She musters a smile
For his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize
It never really was"
-Michael McDonald / Kenny Loggins

BLIND FAITH - Can't Find My Way Home
"Oh, and I'm wasted, and I can't find my way home"
-Steve Winwood



It's borderline full blown summer out here on Vantasy Island. So let's shake down some summer footwear options. I love flip flops as much as the next dude, but summer means misbehavin' so the criteria is set at something you can RUN in.



Done and done and done (and I mean DONE)...but they get HOT. The shame and inconvenience that accompanies leaving your slip-ons outside all September due to aroma is undignified.



An unfuckwittable classic, but they are pricey and more than a tad hippyish.



Comfortable, breezy, elegant but relaxed. The timeless stalwart boat shoe is a refined choice for those that don't mind screaming GROWN. Wearing boat shoes is the Nauticalist's version of always carrying a condom in your wallet. My Uncle Johnny wears boat shoes all the time, all year, in Winnipeg. You never know when the opportunity to boat will present itself.

"If you boat a lot you are known as a boating enthusiast. I like to boat, but I just don't ever want to be referred to as a boating enthusiast. I hope they call me a guy that likes to boat."
-Mitch Hedberg

Peace from Cowichan Bay.

BBQ

EXTREME!

Cirque De Soleil is unlike anything I've ever seen before. Wow. Do not miss it. If you have the chance, go.

Eye popping pageantry.

Ensemble excess en masse.

Magic Theatrixxx.

Radical extremism.

Yes, Way

Two mixtapes in one day.

The second is from Caps & Jones. They've already made some of the best mixtapes ever, and now have released a Summer BBQ mix for Krudmart.

It includes my favourite Rush, Joe Walsh, The Clash and Tom Petty songs. For real.

Great taste.

THE ILLEGIBLE DJ CAPS & PANDEMONIUM JONES - BACKYARD BBQ MIX FOR KRUDMART

This is me, when I get home tonight, and am BBQing, MP3's jacked into the boombox.



Well, maybe first I'll listen to it while I go for a jog. After all, BBQ gets its special flavour from burning fat.

Running? Then the burning? Then the drinking?

Gettin grown = Finding a new balance

Enough blog, I've got a mix to listen to.

CHOW

BBQ

Believe In Nothing

I usually listen to items numerous times, to pre-approve them as excellent before posting them. There was no need to do that today. Wale is a fresh voice in contemporary music, download all items below and enjoy your brains out.



WALE - MIXTAPE ABOUT NOTHING (MIXED BY NICK CATCHDUBS) PART ONE

WALE - MIXTAPE ABOUT NOTHING (MIXED BY NICK CATCHDUBS) PART TWO

"I hate rap like Kramer hate blacks"
-Wale


THE BUDOS BAND - Chicago Falcon (Mark Ronson, Eli Escobar and Wale are The Washington Square Lads Remix)

Watch TV

I farmed this from Basement, now I see that before I could finish getting my post together, Caps has it up too. It's that good. Call this post a simulcast.

Mike Sacks - Photos of TV

One of the best songs of all time, did Caps or Bateman include that?

TELEVISION - Marquee Moon

Did you know that the technical term for "channel surfing" is grazing. Shout out to a Film Studies degree!







Better late than never. It's not our motto for nothing. Here
is a rollicking bit of channel surfing from the recently resurgent Steinski and ever-chilling Coldcut.


COLDCUT and STEINSKI - Television (Jam)

Old Odd Fights

The staff here at Grilling It intend on keeping our promise of a bigger, better, badder (meaning gooder) flow of posts. I've had this mixtape for months and in a wintery drought neglected to share it.

The time is now, as the Stanley Cup finals pause for 24 hours and move to Steeltown USA (aka The birthplace of Clifford Heinrichs MAN OF STEEL THE ETERNAL PAPA H).

It is a conflict of youth vs defense, as the bright lights of iced sports are being thoroughly schooled at Osgood Hall (These are hockey references, read on).

It's a meditation on the game we love, by two of Winnipeg's finest. It involves an appearance on talk radio. You read that correctly, the action line. To all the new jack youngblood dj's...they will teach you haw to (publicity) stunt.

DJ CO-OP and DJ HUNNICUT - Hockey vs Rap



I gathered from the clips provided, the CJOB audience was overlooking the connection between criminal violence in service of self preservation in ghetto life, as a reaction to poverty, and the religion of violent sport in Canada, as a reaction to winter.

1. Hockey vs Rap Intro - CJOB / John Smith / Bobby Orr
2. Sexual Eruption / What Have You Done For Me Lately - Snoop Dogg / Janet Jackson
3. Brass in Africa - Hypnotic Brass Ensemble
4. Space Funk - Manzel
5. Don't You Evah (Mike 2600 Party Version) - Spoon
6. Amen Brother (DJ Co-op Edit) - The Winstons
7. Tighten Up - Mophono
8. Conmigo - Nickodemus
9. Night Windows (DJ Co-op Remix) - The Weakerthans
10. Savoir Patiner - Guy Lafleur
11. Interlude - DJ Fin-s
12. Spanky' Sunshine - Bombs
13. Dance With Me - Ben Westbeech
14. Rock and Roll Part 2 / The Whole World - Gary Glitter / Outkast
15. Personal Jesus / Boyz - Depeche Mode / MIA
16. Berimbau - DJ Sandrinho
17. Just Fine / Bad Man Place - Mary J Blige / Movado and Busy Signal
18. Hockey Night in Canada Theme

I know it was a wintry thing, but if the Movado and Busy Signal remix, "Berimbau", The Westbeech tune and the ENORMOUS Gary Glitter/Outkast blend don't make you feel summer, well...I can't do nothin for ya.

If hip-hop hasn't done anything for ya lately, or ever, or whatever...look at the next image and read on.



Resist the urge to skip, or not download the next song.

Hit Somebody (The Hockey Song) - Warren Zevon

"Zevon is famous for his ability to stay awake for as long as it takes -- often for 85 or 90 straight hours. "I wrote 'Hit Somebody in 75 hours,' " he said, "and look what happened to that one."
-Hunter S Thompson

Hunter's article linked below is as good an elegy for a friend and compadre as anyone could ever want.


Death of an American poet
By Hunter S. Thompson



I don't usually link to products, but here's a BARGAIN price for one of Hunter Thompson's best works:

Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness--Modern History from the Sports Desk (Hardcover)



I farmed this next video from Caps today. It's just one of those tubes worth watching. If it's boring, keep watching, something happens.



Jocks.



To finish.

Sam Seaborn.

Mad drama.

CC Defehr-esque moves.

Make Your Blog A Mission

Here in the Cowichan Valley (The Warmland)there is an abundance of interesting characters. Today, a preacher/missionary/therapist came into the record store and rapped to me at length.

"God is only love and most people can't handle that"
"There is nothing in the scriptures that says we have to work"
"Thank god for all the people you love"
"When you listen to drums, you are filled with the power of god, and every civilization throughout history have had their drums"
"Make your job a mission"



Here, with love, is my favourite song of the day.

HOT CHIP - Wrestlers

Monday night means wrestling.

Wooo

EPIC (Every Picture Is Contextual)

This winter the daytime headquarters of Grilling It, has been a dusty record store, so today, I've ripped a few songs that I enjoyed today and run them through the post-o-matic.



We're working on a return to form. The staff of Grilling It will be warming up the pavement that is the path to summer with a smattering of epic text/photo/song/text/video/photo streams of radness.

As I typed yesterday, BACK TO THE GRILL!



Not epic like the new Hulk movie (more on that gratuitous exercise in needlessness later), but epic like Indiana Jones in the Iron Man suit fighting Charlatan Heshtown for the ten commandments tablets, dipping them in a volcano of gold and handing them to Bun B (who, it turns out, is actually A GIANT).

Epic.
Impossible to duplicate.
One of a kind.

Every summer is epic in its own ways. Sometimes you have to dig deeper, look harder, or travel further, but that's all mumbo jumbo on a cloudy Vantasy Island day as I yell GIVE ME BACK MY SUN!



Last summer, I had the pleasure of going to a stadium called "The Library":



They YELLED and SCREAMED and CHANTED at a pro athlete: "Have you ever heard of a boy called ASHLEY!" Amidst cries of "poofter!" and a word that rhymes with front. Ashley's the bloke on the right.



Now, summerists version point oh ate!

Have you ever heard of a boy called Alice?



Everyone out there who is sweating all the futuristic noises and robojox jams...well...for you...here's something everyone can enjoy (those hiding in rave caves under their electro blankets will also enjoy):

ALICE COOPER - Clones



Then Van walks in and says "Quit jiiiiiiving me Tur-KEY!"



VAN MORRISON - You Don't Pull No Punches, But You Don't Push The River

VAN SO REAL



"Sick of lame dudes, frontin with that attitude, talkin' bout they rims and all they damn tennis shoes,"
-Dj Quik



All right, you can go now. Here's a gorgeous song that the Alice Cooper reminded me of. In my little corner of the world, this qualifies as "Lovers Rock."

LCD SOUNDSYSTEM - Great Release

See you on sunset.

BBQ



PS: For the committed:



PSS: Don't sleep on Wayne's World 2. If you do, sleep upside down.

Never Eat Soggy ______!

Some readers of this blog have already ringtoned jams like this. But, for the rest of you, get out of that bright sunshine, because it's the summer of Cave.

"Me, I ain't going anywhere, just sit and watch the sun come up, I like it here
I watch the people go ticking past, go hey hey hey, you know I gotta say I like it here."
-Nick Cave 2008


NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Albert Goes West

For now, dear reader, you can caaaaaaal me Aaaaaaaal.

Back to the grill again.

From far left.

Way out west.

BBQ

How Is Your Mother?

People
Envy
Happiness
Dogs
Though
Sense
Courage
Knowing
Jubilation
Means
Better
Ass-sets



I still have yet to listen to the Scarlett J album. After I have, you will be the first to know.