Flight 464 from Kelowna to Calgary

We’re embarking on the second, shorter leg of our working vacation today flying from Kelowna to Calgary to run the second of the SunRype Tri-Kids events at the Glenmore Athletic Park.  It’s only a 40 minute flight giving me just one quick album to enjoy along with my pre-packed cheese sandwiches, the self-titled album by the High Water Jug Band.


I know absolutely nothing about this band other than they’re Canadian.  I originally found this album at the local Fort Erie library and figured it would be good listening at some point on this trip.

This seemingly musical super-group consists of an eclectic collection of artists from the world of folk and blues music, and their creative assemblage of musical instruments which includes everything from washboards to kazoos and even whistles.

So, yeah, it’s fun for sure, but am I going to play it over and over again?

Likely not.

The album was released in 2007 and features such songs at ‘Get Out Those Old Records‘, ‘Laundromat Love‘, ‘Messed Up Daddy‘, ‘My Ukelele Helps Me Beat the Blues‘, and the amusing ‘I’m Satisfied With My Gal‘.

From beginning to end, it was the perfect length for this short flight as it ended literally as we started out descent into the Calgary International Airport.


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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