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April 30, 2008

Yep, there's a world record for that...

Scott_hammell by Colin Hunter

Like many motivational speakers, Scott Hammell likes to tell people about goal-setting -- about how anything is achievable with dedication and confidence. You know, typical goals like getting a raise at work or learning a new language.... or perhaps escaping from a straightjacket while dangling by your ankles from a hot air balloon 7,000 feet in the air.  That's what he did.

Hammell is a former Waterloo resident who now lives in Toronto, and who happens to boast two entries in the Guinness Book of World Records: the Highest Straightjacket Escape and "Highest Suspended Inverted Juggling" (the records were presumably not set simultaneously, though that would be mucho impressive).

Hammell is returning to his hometown tonight to perform an illusion show (presumably not while dangling from a balloon) at Sir John A. Macdonald school as part of a fundraising event for Heartwood Place.  The fundraiser starts at 6:45 p.m. and will also feature a charity auction full of sports memorabilia and other nifty stuff. More info is here.

It's for a good cause so go, be amazed, get motivated, and maybe you'll be inspired to get yourself into the Guinness Book of World Records (but stay away from Biggest Beard of Bees -- it's mine).

Here's a video of Hammell cheating death and stuff:

Escape to Cloud 9

April 28, 2008

Play The Black Metal Match-Up Game!

by Colin Hunter

If you've taken a moment to glance at a lamppost anywhere in downtown Kitchener lately, you might have noticed posters for the upcoming Kitchener-Waterloo Metalfest, a two-day celebration of depraved, ear-splitting devil-music (as my friend's mom always called it when we blared it in her basement).  The festival, to be held May 17 at the Weber Street Howard Johnsons and the following night at The Wax nightclub, will feature extreme-metal bands with names like Burning Caskets, Spewgore, Beyond Death, Assailant and headliners Cryptopsy.

There's an odd trend among such hardcore death-metal and black-metal bands (I'll explain the distiction Black_metal_1_3 between the two in a sec).  The trend is this: creating band logos that are nearly impossible to read.  Take the Norwegian band Borknagar, for instance.  At right is their barely legible band logo.  Pretty cryptic, right? That's nothing.

Here's the thing: when it comes to extreme heavy metal, every band is trying to out-heavy and out-evil the next.  Death metal is characterized by a thick, bludgeoning guitar sound and growled, monstrous vocals. Black metal emerged in the 1990s as an even-eviler cousin, with machine-gun drumming and shrieking nails-on-chalkboard vocals.  In the ongoing quest to outdo one another, bands started making absurdly unintellibible band logos.

And I decided to make a game out of them.  Below are a bunch of black-metal logos and a bunch of band names. Can you match the band to the logo?  Here are the names: Todestrieb, Enslaved, Arckanum, Leviathan, Buzzah, and Faustcoven.   

Answers can be found here. Have fun!

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April 27, 2008

Scrabbylon Revisited

By Colin Hunter

A couple of weeks ago I wrote that I had challenged Waterloo's Adam Logan, reigning Canadian Scrabble Champion and former World Scrabble Champion, to a game. 

I also alluded that I had actually beaten Logan at his own game.  That was a lie. A whopper. Sorry.

Adam_logan The truth is that Logan trounced me. He tore me a new one, as they say. You know how the Harlem Globetrotters always beat that team in the green jerseys -- the Washington Generals?  Our Scabble game was like that: Logan was the Globetrotters, and I was the simple-minded water boy for the Generals.  Read the full story for all the gory details.

It was hardly a fair match. Logan was educated at Princeton AND Harvard (show-off), and he studies Scrabble with the same kind of intensity that he studies algebraic numbers theory, whatever that is.  I, on the other hand, have a BA in Philosophy from not-quite-Ivy-League McMaster University (and I'm considering taking a correpondence class in TV/VCR repair from DeVry), and I study Scrabble with the same intensity that I study particle physics, which is not at all.

Hippos1 Regardless, it was a humbling honour to be beaten by one the world's very best players. Next I think I'll challenge Logan to a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos. Not to brag or anything, but I'm pretty awesome at that game.

April 24, 2008

Make-Believe Album Covers: Revealed!

By Colin Hunter

A few weeks ago, I challenged readers to create make-believe album covers for CDs by non-existent bands. The instructions were (relatively) simple, and can be found HERE, in case you missed them.

The gist was this: pluck some random words and images from the vast wasteland of the internet, mash those words and images into a single square-shaped composition, and ta-da, there's your bogus album cover.

A bunch of bloggers, procrastinators and random web-surfers took up the challenge, and here are some of their make-believe album covers.

Keep 'em coming, y'all'z.

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Psoriasis Sloths? NO! Cancer Bats!

By Colin Hunter

Cancer_bats What's in a name? To Toronto metal superdudes Cancer Bats, who are going to blow the roof off The Gig Theatre tomorrow night (figuratively, we must hope), what's in a name is the following: (1) a nasty disease; (2) a species of animal.  This formula is used not only in their band name, but also in one of their songs, Pneumonia Hawk.

It seems the boys of Cancer Bats have stumbled upon a winning formula, since every hypothetical band name I've created by its simple rules has the makings of a great metal band monicker. Some of my favourites: Lupus Lemurs, Scurvy Skunks, Tonsilitis Platypi, Dropsy Geckos, and on and on.  Try it -- it's mildly amusing for a short time.

  Opening for the Cancer Bats tomorrow are local upstarts Gran Casino, who have all the earmarks of a next big thing: they're young and hungry, they've got punchy, attitude-laden songs with the all-important Gran_casino_3 post-punk angst, they recently wrapped up recording sessions in New York City with acclaimed producer Alex Newport (who has coaxed big sounds out of The Mars Volta and At The Drive-In), and they're relentless self-promoters (they hand-delivered a demo CD to my office, then checked in periodically to see if I was listening to it.  Their persistence worked -- I'm listening to it now. It's very good, fellas. Happy now?).

Also playing at The Gig tomorrow night are Black Lungs and A Textbook Tragedy. My ears are already ringing in anticipation.

April 23, 2008

Kitchener, the poetical muse...

Kravitz By Colin Hunter

So it was announced yesterday that Lenny Kravitz is going to play the Kitchener Auditorium on Oct. 23, which I'm sure is great news to fans of Kravitz and/or The Aud.

The concert will have particular significance to classic rock historians (i.e. lonely men in tie-dye) because of an intriguing coincidence: the song American Woman, for which Kravitz won a Grammy in 2000, was originally penned by The Guess Who during a tour stop in Kitchener. According to lore, The Guess Who had just returned to thier home and native land after extensive touring in the U.S., and had some stuff to get off their collective chest. It was the Vietnam era, and the boys in The Guess Who were supposedly disillusioned with the US of A (it's been said that the American Woman referred to in the lyrics is the Statue of Liberty). 

When the boys were preparing for a gig at a curling rink in Kitchener (woo-hoo!), they had a musical epiphany, found their lyrical muse and wrote the evocative poetry that became American Woman, an excerpt from which is printed below. Take some time to absorb its beauty and depth.

Guess_who_2 Go, gotta get away, gotta get away now go, go, go
I'm gonna leave you woman
Gonna leave you woman
Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye
You're no good for me
I'm no good for you
Gonna look you right in the eye
Tell you what I'm gonna do
You know I'm gonna leave
You know I'm gonna go
You know I'm gonna leave
You know I'm gonna go-o, woman.

Rumour has it The Guess Who almost gave the song a different title: Ode To A Restraining Order.

April 22, 2008

He's addicted to Artohol.

By Colin Hunter

Artoholics_three_copies   Not long ago, while foraging for free reading material at the front of Encore Records, I came across a peculiar little 'zine I had never 'zeen before. It was both tiny and large -- truly pocket-pocket sized in its proportions, but enormous in content, scope and ambition. The issue I picked up was a full 100 little pages long.

It's called The Wandering Artoholic.  At first, I was rather taken aback because I misread it as The Wandering Fartoholic, which would also be a fantastic title for a 'zine, though the content would be drastically different.

The Wandering Artoholic is the handiwork of one guy, Pat Lackenbauer, who has evidently decided to make his life/hopes/dreams/drawings/musings a matter of public record. The 'zine is free to anyone Lamp who stumbles across it, and filled with everything you could ever want to know (more, actually) about Pat. Here's a random sampling of entries from Issue 2: A list of '80s glam bands, thoughts on being a fan of Ultimate Fighting, drawings of lamps, a travelogue of Port Elgin, wine tasting, and a recipe for tom yum soup.

The wee magazine is a document of a soul-seeking dude reaching out to the world through creativity. Is it self-indulgent? Maybe just a tad. Is it interesting? Mostly. Is it admirable? Definitely.

Look for it wherever free magazines are available (issue five is apparently in the works), or have a look at The Wandering Artoholic website.

April 21, 2008

Carl!! A music festival and a new pal...

by Colin Hunter

Music festivals can be so impersonal. Big crowds, big stages, and no real intimacy between the performers and the fans.

Enter Carl!!, the music festival that loves you. It's a three-day festival happening this weekend in Waterloo, and it wants you to be there. Carl!! (the exclamation points are part of the name in an important way that I'll explain in a sec) breaks down the barriers built by traditional music festivals.  How? Here's how:

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- It's called Carl!! -- a person's name -- rather than something ending in suffixes like -palooza or -fest or -stock. How can you not feel a kindred kinship with a festival with a name like Carl!!?

- Carl!! has a fantastic mascot, seen right over there ---------->

- Carl!! is not being held in some big amphitheatre or field or stadium. Nope, it's being held in a house near you. The house is 130 King St. N. in Waterloo, a normal-looking century-old home sandwiched between an auto shop and a salon. It's known as The Trepid House, it's run by local indie-rock impresario Jeff Woods, and it's the coolest venue in town by a long shot. Every room is wired for sound, so you can listen to concerts whether you're in the Pirate Room (so named for its swashbuckling motif), the kitchen or the can. Read my whole big story about it, why don'tcha.

- Carl!! showcases a huge variety of music -- from electronic to rock to experimental to skiffle to electronic and beyond -- performed by some of the best independent bands in the country, including: Horses, Lake of Stew, Nick Storring, Proof of Ghosts, Tin, and a whole bunch more. 

Now, about those exclamation points, here's the thing:  The Trepid House hosted a music festival last year named Carl! See the distinction?   "We felt it was appropriate to add the punctuation as a way of Carllogo_2 enumerating the event," Jeff Woods explained to me. He also told me this: "To avoid confusion with any other Carl in your life, we helpfully added a non-verbal gesture to the festival name." 

That gesture is shown here over there ----------------->

It all makes perfect sense, no?

For a full listing of performers and showtimes, visit the Trepid House website.  Carl!! wants to be your friend!!

April 18, 2008

Indiana Jones and the Kitchener of the Crystal Skull

Indiana_jones by Colin Hunter

You've probably heard by now that Harrison Ford has dusted off the bullwhip and suede fedora to reprise his role of the Nazi-bashing relic-finder, Indiana Jones. In the new movie, due out next month, Indy races against some nasty commies to discover a magical crystal skull.

The plot is still pretty hush-hush, but it would make sense if Indiana sleuthed around Kitchener, since that's where the world's most famous and (some say) mysterious crystal skull has been known to reside. 

The crystal skull belonged to Anna Mitchell-Hedges, who spent most of her 100-year life in Kitchener and would welcome new-agers and curiosity-seekers who wanted to bask in the skull's uber-weirdness. The late writer Arthur C. Clarke called the Mitchell-Hedges crystal skull "the weirdest gem in the world."

The story goes like this: in 1924, Anna discovered the strange relic in the Mayan ruins of Lubaantun, British Honduras, while accompanying her father, F.A. Mitchell-Hedges (an adventurer on whom the Indiana Jones character was based, according to some sources) on an excavation of the site.  Anna was the smallest and lightest of the expedition crew, so she was lowered by ropes into the ruins to pluck the glimmering skull from its resting place. Anna remained keeper of the skull for the following eight decades, most of which she spent running a Kitchener motel.

Skull_anna Anna always maintained that the skull had strange powers -- for good and for evil -- and she attributed her longevity to its strange forces. She occasionally offered it up for scientific study, including one series of tests in the late-1960s in which researchers concluded the skull was truly ancient and not made by modern machinery ("The damned thing simply shouldn't be," one scientist supposedly gasped).

Skeptics, naturally, thought the whole story smelled of hooey, and have unearthed their own intriguing artifacts -- including a receipt of sale that seems to prove that F.A. Mitchell-Hedges bought the crystal skull at Sotheby's auction in London in 1943. 

But Anna never wavered from her story of the skull's discovery. In 2005, I drove to rural Indiana, where Anna had relocated in the 1990s, to interview her for a story (read my full story here). She told me the same tale I had read countless times before: Mayan ruins, mystical powers, and the like. She was friendly -- even a bit flirty -- and came across as completely earnest.

Skull The skull even seemed to exhibit its powers right in front of us, as the felt pedestal on which Anna had displayed it started to burn and smoke underneath it.  The rational side of me insisted it was the result of sunlight refracting through it like a magnifying glass, but still..... kinda creepy. Anna died last June, and the skull is now in the hands of her long-time companian, Bill Homann of Indiana (a fitting place, given the name of of the action movie hero now associated with crystal skulls).

When you're munching popcorn at the local megaplex this summer watching Harrison Ford bullwhip baddies in search of a crystal skull, keep in mind that the world's strangest "real" crystal skull spent most of the 20th century in Kitchener. And it's watching you.... *

* but probably not really.

April 17, 2008

Bloodthirsty monsters AND lacy undergarments!

by Colin Hunter

Horror fans, aspiring filmmakers, out-of-work zombies and hormonal teenage boys should all plan on going to the Princess Cinema tomorrow or Saturday to see the WORLD PREMIERE of Dark Reprieve.

Dark_reprieve_wolfHorror fans should dig Dark Reprieve because of its eerie (if vaguely familiar) plot: two attractive strangers wake up in an abandoned prison with no recollection of how they got there, and are subjected to ever-more-terrifying ordeals by the prison's otherworldly inhabitants, including an undead surgeon and an unfriendly computer-generated wolf, pictured over there ------->

Aspiring filmmakers should check out Dark Reprieve because Richard Boddington, the film's director, will be on hand to introduce the movie, answer questions afterward, lend advice to newbie directors, absorb (constructive?) criticism and gladly accept gushing accolades.

Out-of-work zombies should check out the screening because Boddington is already planning his second horror/thriller film, and may need bloodthirsty extras.

And hormonal teenage boys will want to see Dark Reprieve because one of the co-stars is Sarah Jackson, a former Deal Or No Deal briefcase model who, for a brief scene in Dark Reprieve, wears only her lacy underthings.

Screenings are at 7 p.m. tomorrow and Saturday. Check out this trailer (and watch closely at the 26-second mark, because there seems to be a creature wearing a sheet with eye-holes cut into it. Awesome.):

Read my full story about Dark Reprieve here.

About Colin

  • Colin is an arts and entertainment reporter at the Waterloo Region Record. He's your brother from another mother. Got a CD you'd like reviewed in The Record? Got a concert coming up you'd like publicized? Got some snacks you'd like to share? Contact Colin at chunter@therecord.com


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