Toronto Mike'd: The Official Toronto Mike Podcast - FOTM KOTJ, Vol. 10: Toronto Mike'd #633

Episode Date: April 30, 2020

10 FOTMs kick out the jams in volume 10 of this critically acclaimed series.

Welcome to episode 633 of Toronto Mic'd, a weekly podcast about anything and everything. Proudly brought to you by Great Lakes Brewery, a fiercely independent craft brewery who believes in supporting communities, good times, and brewing amazing beer. Brewing amazing beer. Palma Pasta. Enjoy the taste of fresh homemade Italian pasta and entrees from Palma Pasta in Mississauga and Oakville. Garbage Day. Weekly reminders for garbage, recycling and yard waste pickup. Visit GarbageDay.com slash Toronto Mike to sign up now.

StickerU.com. Create custom stickers, labels, tattoos, and decals for your home and your business. And the Keitner Group. They love helping buyers find their dream home. Text Toronto Mike one word to 59559. I'm Mike from torontomike.com and joining me this week for volume 10 of F-O-T-M-K-O-T-J.

Are all of you fine F-O-T-M's? I'm tired of begging you to do so. So if you haven't recorded yourself talking about your favorite song for 30 to 60 seconds, and if you haven't emailed that audio file to mike at torontomike.com yet, I just don't know what to do with you.

Maybe you should pause this volume 10 and do it now. Darkness is definitely falling Moving so slow I'm barely calling Here I sit dirt on my hands. Lying way out in the shadow of the night. Need my bed and here I lie. Try to hold my head up high. Lying to myself sometimes, bad decisions but I won't cry. I've been down a long and twisted road Sends up myself at a record low

To do anything just to get ahead Now it's all quiet here in this shadow land In my shadow land In my shadow land I've done things I knew were wrong I've known down people all along Sold my pride for a song Lost my way but I'll go on I'll go on Hey, Mike, it's Garbia. For me, picking a favorite tune is like, it's a moving target scenario, because I tend to gravitate towards tunes that are providing a soundtrack to what's

happening to me personally in the moment, which is what I think a lot of people are like. I think a lot of us do the same thing. So the end credit music for Spike Lee's criminally underrated film Bamboozled was scored by the criminally underrated Bruce Hornsby. They've worked together a lot. So the tune is called Shadowlands, and it's been on repeat for the last while for me. It speaks of human fallibility and frailty and hubris and ego and regret. It is so sad and melancholy. Tortured is what I would call it. But sneaking in underneath it all is this brilliant, bright light of redemption. Some music makes you grin ear to ear. Other tunes are like the sharpest dagger into the heart of things. And I got to tell Bruce to just hold up and stop for a minute because he's killing

me. And I love it in Shadowlands. I'm going to the shadow land. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Thank you. guitar solo Thank you. guitar solo Well, well, well From this moment Life has begun. From this moment, you are the one. Right beside you is where I belong.

From this moment on. From this moment on From this moment I have been blessed I live on thee For your happiness And for your love I give my last breath from this moment on. I give my hand to you with all my heart.

I can't wait to live my life with you. I can't wait to live my life with you. I can't wait to start. You and I will never be apart. My dreams came true. We cry to you. From this moment, as long as I live, I will love you.

I promise you this, there is nothing I wouldn't give. from this moment on. Hi Mike and all the Toronto Mic'd listeners. Lucas here. My song is from Shania Twain. She is one of my favorite artists. I've seen her live twice now and she's just

fantastic. I also have great childhood memories of her. I used to have a VHS from one of her tours and I played it so much as a kid that it actually broke. My dad had to throw out the VHS and I cried. to throw out the VHS, and I cried. This is also just a beautiful song. I think it might be my wedding song, too. From This Moment On by Shania Twain. Thanks, Mike, for putting this together. To you From this moment

As long as I live I will love you I promise you this There is nothing I will leave you From this moment I will love you as long as I live From this moment on Oh, oh, oh. In a white room

With black curtains Near the station Black roof country No gold payments Tired starlings Silver horses Run down moonbeams In your dark eyes

Don't light smiles upon you Leaving my contentment I'll wait in this place Where the sun never shines Wait in this place All right, Toronto Mike, you got me, man. Favorite song of all time. This is really, really tough to choose from. But boy, boy, the one I keep going back to,

my favorite song, the one I'm going to talk about today. This is White Room by Cream. Rather than listening to me for the next 20 seconds, let's just listen to Ginger and Eric make some sweet, sweet music together. Shh. As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back Fly with you where the shadows run from themselves At the party She was kindness

In the art frown Consolation For the old moon now forgotten Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes She's just dressing, bird by windows, tired, starving. I'll sleep in this place with the Lord only crown. Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. guitar solo Thank you. I don't know what to say I'll say it anyway

Today is another day To find you Shining away I'll come for your love, okay Take on me Take on me Take me on Take on me Take on me Take me on Take on me

I'll be gone In a day or two So needless to say I'm all decided To follow these stone rolling away Slowly learning that life is okay Stay up to me It's the better to be safe than sorry

Take on me Take me on. Take on me. I'll be gone in a day or two. Hi, Mike. My name is Carter, and the song I chose was Take on Me, Baja. I really like this song because when I go to Arrowhead Camp, sometimes we do games after we eat dinner all together as a cabin. And one time we sing a song and dance to it. So I chose this song because one time we did this song. All the things that you say Is it life or just a flame of worries away?

You're all the things I've got to remember You're shying away I'll be coming for you anyway Take on me Take me up I'll be gone Take on me Take me up

Take on me I'll be gone Take on me Take me up Take on me Thank you. The Rangers had a homecoming In Harlem late last night And a magic rat drove his sleek machine Over the Jersey state line

Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The rat pulls and the town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at Ole Miss And disappear down from England Thank you. The kids ran in just like shadows, always quiet, holding hands. From the churches to the jails, tonight always silence in the world. As we take our stand, down in jungle land. First of all, I feel kind of guilty doing one song.

Because I could do about a hundred songs and talk about why I love them so much. But what I decided to do was scroll through my Twitter account, because once in a while I'll tweet about artists and songs. And so what was recent to me, Jungle Land was one of the recent ones that I tweeted about. Just off the top of my head, I just felt like tweeting about something in that song. And so that's why I've chosen Jungle Land by Bruce Springsteen. Not my gateway song to Bruce Springsteen.

That was Hungry Heart. I mean, it got me through the gate into the yard. But Jungleland kicked in the door to the palace, to everything that was so much more about Bruce Springsteen. I had largely ignored the album Born to Run. I thought the song was, yeah, it's okay. But when I got into this and I heard Jungleland for the first time, I was amazed. I continue to be amazed to this day. If Shakespeare had written Romeo and Juliet and set it in New

Jersey into music, he would have written, I don't, he wouldn't have written West Side Story. I know that wasn't New Jersey, that was New York, but he would have written Jungleland in the way that Springsteen did, I think. It's nine minutes and 33 seconds of rock and roll glory. It's up, it's down, it's quiet, it's loud, it's musically uplifting. And when you're finished listening to it, you just want to sit there and contemplate things for a little while, or at least I do. And there are so many, many moments in it that are phenomenal. When he sings from the churches to the jails and the organ swells that's amazing love that moment the guitar solo running a million miles an hour through the middle hey that's bruce springsteen right and then for my money

the greatest sax solo in rock and roll history my favorite favorite. Clarence Clemons in this song reaches heights that he doesn't get to again. And that's saying something because he still scaled mountains in his career. But this to me is the moment for him, his greatest moment. And to top it all off, like Shakespeare, in Shakespeare, he always has what a sonnet

or a line in his great plays that make you go, wow, I love that. I don't know why sometimes. And that's what happens to me when I hear Springsteen saying, man, the poets down here don't write nothing at all. They just stand back and let it all be. It's beautiful stuff. Jungleland is an amazing masterpiece of rock and roll guitar solo guitar solo © transcript Emily Beynon Beneath the city Two hearts beat Soul engines running through A night so tender In a bedroom locked

in whispers of soft refusal and then surrender In the tunnels uptown The rats on dream guns and down The shots echo down them hallways in the night

No one watches and the ambulance pulls away And the ambulance pulls away Whereas the girl sets out the bedroom light Outside the street's on fire And a real death waltz Between what's flesh and what's fantasy And the poets down here don't write nothing at all They just stand back and let it all be And in the middle of the night

They reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand But they wind up wounded, not even dead Tonight in John Or they wind up wounded, not even dead Tonight in Jungle Land Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, man, there's a lot of brothers out there flaking and perpetrating, but scared to kick reality. Yo, Dre, you've been doing all this dope producing. You had a chance to show them what time it is. So what you want me to do? Do. All you got to do now is press the shift. I'm expressing with my full capabilities.

And now I'm living in correctional facilities. Because some don't agree with how I do this. I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist. I'm dropping flavor. My behavior is hereditary. But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube, because he said it get funky When you got a subject and a predicate

Add it on a dope beat, and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me, pink to my stomach Cause they don't throw like this one You know what, I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through So don't try to sing this, some drop signs Well I'm dropping English, even if Yella makes it a cappella. I still express you. I don't smoke weed or sex.

Cousins known to give a brother brain damage. And brain damage on the mic don't manage nothing. But making a sucker in you equal. Don't be another sequel. Spread the scent. Do it, dude. Spread the scent. Do it, dude. Spread the seal. I'll do it.

Ice Cube. It's not for the pop joint. It was 1988. I was 10 years old. And I was shy as hell. Scared. Didn't have much of a voice, the new kid at school, and I was really trying to figure out who I was. And I could sense that something was beginning to change.

I was a kid of divorce, and we had just moved into government housing. We finally had our own place. And there was a record store across the street. And I remember this so well. I must have heard the song on Rhapsody or Much Music or something. And it just clicked. And the song was Express Yourself by NWA. Express Yourself by N.W.A. And don't ask me how or why, but no one around me was listening to rap or hip-hop at the time.

I didn't have a lot of friends. Again, I was the new kid in school. It was just a song I discovered, and I walked across the street to the record store, and I bought the record. And that song just spoke to me. It was something I could relate to in some weird way and I loved it and I played it over and over and one day I came home from school to find my NWA record melted and molded into a bowl, nailed to the wall, because my brother didn't agree with the style of music I was into at the time.

And I was livid, but that song just stuck with me and started some kind of revolution inside of me. And to this day, I still love it. Thank you. guitar solo We'll be right back. We're in the name of Some of those that work forces Are the same that bond crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that bond crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that bar crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that bar crosses Some of those that work forces

Are the same that bar crosses Killing in the name of Kill her in the name of Kill her in the name of Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya

Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Told ya. We'll be right back. Hey friends of Toronto Mike, Brother Neil here. Hope everyone is safe and healthy. Back in university, I was one of the DJs at our campus pub. And when this song was released, the manager didn't like it. He came storming into the DJ booth screaming to turn that effing song off. It never played in his bar ever again. Well, he was laid off a few months later, and it stopped by one night to say hello to some of the staff. I put the song on and dedicated it to him.

Here's Rage Against the Machine, Killing in the Name. And now you do what they told ya And now you're under control The fools who died are justified But where are the bad? They're the chosen white The justified fools who died But where are the bad? They're the chosen white The fools who died are justified But where are the bad? They're the chosen white The justifiedools who died Are justified For giving a bad Take a truth In white

You're justified Fools who died For giving a bad Take a truth In white Come on Yeah Come on Yeah!

Yeah! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you. We'll be right back. Put your lady on the line Put your name on the call Put your friend on the line Oh, then you ain't got no love Then you ain't, you ain't, you ain't got no love You ain't, you ain't, you ain't got no love

I remember the feeling that I could just breathe Now I know that you never, never could leave Hi Mike, this is Javay Jaffrey here for another go-round. I love the sub-genres in rock such as garage rock, country rock, folk rock, and this time I want to highlight power pop, a genre that combined the melodicism of the Beatles and the Beach Boys with the power chord of the Who and the Small Faces. There were many practitioners of this art form, including the Raspberries, Big Star,

Flame and Groovies and many others. The song that I'm requesting is called I'm on Fire by the Dwight Twilley Band from Tulsa, Oklahoma. This song almost made the top 40 in 1975 and is a power pop classic. Thank you again. But you ain't, you ain't, you ain't got no lover, lover, lover, lover And you ain't, you ain't, you ain't got no other, other, other, other And you ain't, you ain't, you ain't got no lover, lover, lover I'm on fire I'm on fire I am on fire If tomorrow is judgment day

And I'm standing on the front line And the Lord asks me what I did with my life I will say I spent it with you if I wake up in World War 3 I see destruction and poverty

and I feel like I wanna go home it's okay if you're coming with me it's alright it's alright it's alright

it's alright it's alright my love my love your love It would take an eternity to break us And the chains of all stars couldn't hold us Your love is my love My love is your love

It would take an eternity to break us And the chains of all stars couldn't hold us Hey Mike, it's Jay Miller. My song choice for FOTM is Whitney Houston's My Love Is Your Love. The song was released in 1998 as it brings back plenty of childhood memories, such as my mother singing along in the car as she drove me to school. She also sang the song to me as she would tuck me into bed at night as a young child. At the end of the song, you can hear her daughter, Bobby Christina,

wrap up the song. Thank you for this, Mike. Years, the years, the years. We stay young through each other's eyes. Each other's eyes. And no matter how we get on, it's okay as long as I got you, baby. I got you all around. I got you all around. I can't show up so wrong I can't show up so wrong Your love is my love And my love is your love

It would take an eternity to break us If the tears upon my scars wouldn't hold us Your love is my love And my love is your love It would take an eternity to break us And the chains upon our stars wouldn't hold us If I should die this very day Don't cry

Cause on earth we wasn't meant to stay And no matter what the people say I'll be waiting for you after the judgment day. Thank you. Here we're taking this journey to break us And it's in the palm of our stars we're molded Stay to love and judge as a boy Stay down to preach as sin still plays And preaches but to heaven and the court And the signs of mercy and grip the wheel Can't read it Sacrifice the seed That has fell

It's on my hands And I listen For the voice inside my head Nothing I'll do this one myself Lay her down as priestess Show the Lord, dear Countess We'll be in my honor

Make a thing, a thing for liquid Oh, promise me I whisper in the pain of darkness Want to be enlightened Like a one of a sort, yeah And the And the bell should sing Want to be in like, like a one of a sort Yeah, hand down And the bell's a-chillin' Directly in my head

Oh, help me, help me from myself And I listen From both sides of my bed Nothing I'll do this for myself I miss that feeling of seeing a band you love Performing live And singing along at the top of your lungs

Sure, you look stupid You sound even worse, and you're probably butchering the lyrics, but you just don't care. That, my friends, is living in the moment. I've seen this band more than any other band, and when I'm singing along to State of Love and Trust by Pearl Jam, absolutely nothing else matters. I miss that. I miss that. Inside my head Nothing I'll do this one myself And the fair away

Dig a chest Ain't right at my head Don't you help me Help me For myself Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

State of love ain't just a thing now State of love ain't just a thing now State of love ain your stand now State of love at your stand now State of love at your stand now State of love at your stand now And that brings us to the end of our 633rd show. You can be a part of Volume 11 of FOTM KOTJ. Just record yourself talking about a song you love for 30 to 60 seconds. Email the audio file to mike at torontomike.com and wait for it to drop.

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