Dave Marsh is a man of many colours. Besides his main gig as the drummer for the Joel Plaskett Emergency, he’s also a member of cult-status rockers The Super Friendz. He’s a guitarist and singer/songwriter: he makes his own records with his own band, known as Dave Marsh and The True Love Rules. Besides being a gentlemanly percussionist with a distinct stylistic flair, he’s also an entertaining raconteur. He speaks easily and seems to enjoy the art of conversation. You can imagine him socializing easily in any setting. He could swing with Gene Krupa or drink with Sinatra. He could cover himself in glitter and hang with Bowie at Ian Hunter’s place. He could chew some straw and help Roy Rogers saddle his horse. He could chill on the dock at your cottage, with a cold drink and some hot licks. Continue reading
Note: this post is entirely my own observations, not an objective review. Also the dialogues are fictionalized renderings of actual conversations.
After bypassing the draconian security gauntlet at Sound Academy, my friends and I finally made it inside. Continue reading
One of the great gifts that age has bestowed upon me is my renewed appreciation for classical music. Music is a never-ending well of magic and beauty, and the deeper down into it you go, the more you are able to fathom the alchemy of sound and emotion. Continue reading
Toronto’s Nuit Blanche functions on a combination of spectacle and a willing submission to the transformative power of art. Here is what I witnessed at this year’s event. I experienced two excellent pieces which both utilized the limitless power of sound.
Although not technically a Christmas song, this song is still highly appropriate for all those of us who’ve soldiered through a crushingly cold Canadian winter. Continue reading
There was a time, not so long ago, when bands would put out one record every calendar year, regardless of the commercial success of the previous album. Now, when a band has established itself in the mainstream and makes a hit album, they usually tour the hell out of it for a couple years before they even think about recording the next album. Continue reading
The 1970s were the Golden Age of Rock Moustaches. From country singers to avant-garde rockers, practically every notable musician sported serious lip fuzz in our hairiest decade to-date. Hard-rock as a genre is well-represented in facial hair history, and none have worn it more badass than Lemmy Kilmister of Motörhead.
Although I have never taken part in Movember, I have enormous respect for men who choose to wear the moustache. Whether you are a casual fundraising moustache-grower, or a serious year-rounder, a moustache is a bold statement of masculine power that cannot be denied. To help celebrate this notable facial hairstyle, Audio Reckoning will be presenting a collection of famous rock and roll moustaches.
To start, I am featuring one of Canada’s strongest ambassadors for the hairy upper lip: Mr. Burton Cummings, lead singer of the Guess Who and sweaty piano crooner.