Weights

Since I’m here and have an hour or so to kill until I lead my Masters Spin Class, I’m hitting the heavy iron for a bit.  I’m also keeping in the Canadiana spirit I started on the bike and, this time, going with a more local selection, ‘Here Are the Postcards I Forgot to Send You‘  by Joe Lapinksi.

postcards-cover

This album is a throwback to 2003 when I lived downtown St. Catharines and was a regular patron of, well, just about every bar, restaurant and pub downtown.  And at that time, Joe was a regular on the local music scene…he still is.

In describing the album, I’m stealing from an online news article from that time:

Expertly arranged by Lapinski and produced by the Dinner is Ruined’’s Dr. Pee, Postcards is not a conventional folk record. Though he strums an acoustic guitar under a delicate form of his voice, Lapinski is far too artful to pigeonhole, allowing a range of complementary sounds to pervade his ingenious songs. Something like ‘How Do I Say?’” might be a singular moment on this record, but it flows wonderfully into the two-part, ‘Automobiles Collide’” soundscape sequences. If Palooka shares elements with the Rheostatics, on his own, Lapinski comes across like a more focused Martin Tielli, composing deep music with apparent ease.

I really couldn’t do the album any better justice than what was mentioned here already.  However, I will add that running water in the background of ‘Night Theme’ made me have to pee.  And seeing as how this is pretty my usual “Night Theme’ now having to be up about a dozen times through the night well, thanks Joe for reminding me that I’m old and probably have to have my prostate checked out.

On second hand, you stink.  Your album is still good though.

Anyway, like my spin, it probably wasn’t the most obvious motivational album to go all He-man at the gym to, but it certainly is an excellent listen and I’m glad I uncovered this from my CD shelf where it has long ago been misplaced and forgotten.

I wonder what else is back there waiting to be rediscovered?  Hopefully, though, it won’t immediately make me have to piss and remind me of how old I am now.

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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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