Moving and Shaking in Corporate Hell (Part 2)

All that ‘moving and shaking’ earlier has now begun to backslide into more of a slow and stagnant wobble unfortunately.  Time to refresh and rejuvenate with a short walk to the Shoppers Drugmart on the corner for a protein bar and attempt to salvage my momentum from this morning.  Oh, and I need some news tunes to listen to as well, like the first self-titled album by Cuff the Duke, recorded and mixed in Toronto’s ‘The Woodshed, Hallamusic and Chemical Sound’ studios.

Albeit it was actually their second album, this was the album that originally spawned my overall interest in the band.  Approximately a year later, I loaned it to Kelly to listen to in her car and, well, it’s probably still there three years later as she has also since become a devout fan.  It’s not a bad problem to have really.  I can’t really blame her since it’s a pretty freakin’ amazing album in the first place.  Shit, I’d steal it too.

The album opens in Blue Rodeo territory with the rootsy ‘The Future Hangs’, before veering wildly into ‘I Really Want to Help You’ – which would have you think it’s quirky power pop before shifting halfway through to become a proggy instrumental opus. You get the picture. The tone shifts come fast and furious to keep you on your toes: the frantic country jam of ‘Take My Money and Run‘; the haunting epic new wave strings of ‘No Sleep, No Heat‘; the pure strangeness of ‘The Ballad of Poor John Henry‘, which should not suggest to the listener that this is a typical ballad. Good thing to because I’m trying to stay awake here, not be lured into an office induced coma at my desk.

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About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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