Jian Ghomeshi has a television program, which is now available in the United States.
Do you remember those four darling minstrels from Toronto, Moxy Fruvous? I followed them around for a while, as did
chaggalagirl and some of you reading this. They had a drummer, you see. He got a touch vain around the end of the band's touring days. Some would say this may have broken up the band. I shan't delve.
I was sitting in the mess hall staring at Newsworld International (the CBC all-news channel my company offers on digital cable) when a 45-second ad for their show "Play" came on. Who's the host? Mutton Chops Jian himself. I nearly choked on my egg roll.
There he was, pontificating about rap music's importance. His was resplendent in his boho glory, walking through a loft gallery and... well, strutting.
This is a man with whom I've had conversations. This man has written some beautiful songs. He's talented. He's a big fish in a small pond.
Do I plan to watch the show Saturday night (Sunday morning) at midnight? Oh yeah. I want to see if he can redeem himself. I want to see if ending the band, and then the next couple bands, has taught him anything. He is smart enough to produce a show like this. Let us hope he does it well.
Otherwise, I'm calling Grampa Fruvous.
Shit, that sounded soooooo catty of me, didn't it? I dunno. Part of me is annoyed by his self-obsession. Another part of me wants anyone that smart to succeed. His work to fight the megacity bill didn't stop Toronto from eating its inner suburbs, but that didn't mean it was all he could do.
-hmmmmm, Ps/d
Do you remember those four darling minstrels from Toronto, Moxy Fruvous? I followed them around for a while, as did
I was sitting in the mess hall staring at Newsworld International (the CBC all-news channel my company offers on digital cable) when a 45-second ad for their show "Play" came on. Who's the host? Mutton Chops Jian himself. I nearly choked on my egg roll.
There he was, pontificating about rap music's importance. His was resplendent in his boho glory, walking through a loft gallery and... well, strutting.
This is a man with whom I've had conversations. This man has written some beautiful songs. He's talented. He's a big fish in a small pond.
Do I plan to watch the show Saturday night (Sunday morning) at midnight? Oh yeah. I want to see if he can redeem himself. I want to see if ending the band, and then the next couple bands, has taught him anything. He is smart enough to produce a show like this. Let us hope he does it well.
Otherwise, I'm calling Grampa Fruvous.
Shit, that sounded soooooo catty of me, didn't it? I dunno. Part of me is annoyed by his self-obsession. Another part of me wants anyone that smart to succeed. His work to fight the megacity bill didn't stop Toronto from eating its inner suburbs, but that didn't mean it was all he could do.
-hmmmmm, Ps/d