Toronto Mike'd: The Official Toronto Mike Podcast - FOTM KOTJ, Vol. 5: Toronto Mike'd #617

Episode Date: April 11, 2020

10 FOTMs kick out the jams in volume 5 of this critically acclaimed series.

Welcome to episode 617 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. Palma Pasta. Enjoy the taste of fresh homemade Italian pasta and entrees from Palma Pasta in Mississauga and Oakville. 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.

They love helping buyers find their dream home. Text TORONOMIKE to 59559 with any questions about real estate in the GTA and to get a link to the Zoom virtual open house. I'm Mike from toronomike.com and joining me this week are FOTMs who emailed me an audio file of them talking about their favorite song or one of their favorite songs. All you have to do to be a part of an FOTM Kick Out the Jam episode is record yourself on your phone or on your laptop

and maybe talk about your favorite song for 30 to 60 seconds and then email that audio file to mike at torontomike.com. Everybody should do this. This is volume five. Volume six is already in production. Get your audio file in now. You can be a part of volume six. And if you miss that deadline, you're on volume seven. Every time I get 10 new files, I'll create an FOTM, K-O-T-J episode of Toronto Mic'd. I'm absolutely loving these. They're helping to get me through this pandemic. I listen to your music. I listen to your stories about your music and I just love it. So keep those audio files coming. Now let's kick it. Thank you. The hungry heart To regulate their breathing One more night

The winter boys are freezing in this mountain I'm walking alone, along the northern seaboard Down below, the winter boys are waiting for the storm Bye bye Empire Empire Bye bye Shallow water channel And I And I can trace my history

Down the generation to my home In one of our submarines Thomas Dolby, one of our submarines From the brilliant record, The Golden Age of Wireless I love the gloom I love the lyrics I love the gloom. I love the lyrics. I love the impeccable pop symmetry.

I love Thomas Dolby. She blinded me with science. I love one-hit wonders. It's a thing I harbor. It's my own thing. You don't need to question it. I'm here dealing with it on my own way, in my own terms. One of our submarines is missing tonight. Seems she ran aground on maneuvers. Bye-bye. Stay with the boys Drinking heavy water from a stone

Bye-bye Empire, Empire, bye-bye Shallow water channeling tide Bye-bye Empire, Empire, bye bye Tired illusion drowning in the night And I can trace my mystery Down one generation to my home In one of our submarines In one of our submarines ¶¶ One of us of the land Is missing tonight

Since she ran aground on the moon One of us of the land Thank you. I know the only feeling you have is rage And I know I feel the same as you But I think you better take a good look around you because you're so pissed you can't even find your drink. And sometimes it's wise to know which way the gun is pointing before you yell. I see the whites of their eyes. Sometimes you'll find your senses all disjointed by the lines and wires of salesman's cheeks and lines.

Well, she left without one word of tenderness, and no one saw you cry for me. Your friends used to say good riddance, I'm better without it, but face up, you thought about diving into the dawn. We'll see you next time. Your senses all disjointed by the lies and whys Of salesman cheats and lies Hey Mike, this is Tom, and I might be your only FOTM in the state of Iowa. Growing up in western New York in the 90s, I was lucky to be exposed to so many amazing can-rock bands like the Barenaked Ladies, The Hip, and Sarah McLachlan, all before they were big. Your interviews with Tyler Stewart, Jake Gold, Ron Hawkins, and Lawrence Nichols are some of my favorite episodes. One of my fondest memories was working on a homecoming float during my freshman year in high school and listening to The Lowest of the Lows, Shakespeare by Butt on repeat. Like

so many others at that time, I fell in love with the band and album. I've never seen them live, and they are at the top of my bucket list. I hope to catch them and a TMLX the next time I'm in the area. My FOTM, K-O-T-G, is Salesmen, Cheats, andars Of salesmen, cheats and liars Of salesmen, cheats and liars Of salesmen, cheats and liars Of salesmen, cheats and liars guitar solo Thank you. Kanskje vi kan se på denne scenen på en av de fleste scener i Sverige? It was my third time in New York It was your fourth time in New York We were fifth

and sixth on the bill We talked a little about our plans Talked a little of our future plans It's not like we were best friends Why would he do?

But now my skin comes back to me And time's beyond our heartbeat Hi Mike, this is Kathleen of Maryland, originally from Attica, New York. I'm ready to make another pledge to Goldie on Channel 17. Anyway, I chose Escape Is At Hand for The Traveling Man by The Tragically Hip as my jam. This is probably my favorite hip song. The lyric, the melodies come back to me at times beyond our heartbeat, is so beautiful.

And those melodies come back to me as I reminisce about the time I saw the band front and center in New York City back in 2012. There was Gord, my musical hero, right in front of me. Stay safe, everyone. too slow You said any time of the day was fine You said any time of the

night was also fine I walked through your revolving door Got no answer on the seventh floor Elevator gave a long moan Pigeons sag the wire with their weight I'm a fader, I'll give a long home. Pigeons sag the wire with their weight. Listen to the singing chambermaid. She sang they checked out an hour ago.

I'm a chuckle. And another day is coming back to me Time beyond our days Guess I'm too slow Guess I'm too Guess I'm too Yes, I'm too Slow You said any time Of the day was fine You said any time

Of the night was all so fine I heard a pain I heard a pain I heard I heard I'm the restriction or idle chit chat Maybe nothing or maybe hang back Ah Ah Ah

Ah I don't know what you're doing I don't get you Maybe not at all Maybe I just met Maybe not, you know, maybe guitar solo If I keep it cracked, they won't be there no more And who'd you leave along the way? And even that don't come back today Yeah Yeah

Now who's the one who treats you right? And even that don't come back to find Now who's the man who wants to be? It never was and it just can't be me And it just can't be me. My luck is wasted. I'm on the run somewhere. My luck is wasted.

I'm on the run somewhere. Hi, Mike, Kevin in Alberta here again. The song I've chosen this time is The Oaf by Big Wreck. The reason why is because it takes me back to the time I first saw them at Lee's Palace in Toronto, back in 97, 98 I want to say, and I won tickets from Q107 to go see them for free. So I took my buddy Ryan, and I'm not sure why, but we did end up speaking about the local girl from our town that had made the cover of Playboy College Girls Edition April Morgan. Now, I would actually be interviewed by CKVR Television a few weeks later in regards to that, and I happen to mention how Ryan had told

me that he actually went to school with her, yeah so that's of course another story for another time please enjoy the oath © BF-WATCH TV 2021 guitar solo So who's dragging at my door? I shut it now, it don't come back no more God, I hope for me My luck is wasted I'm on the run somewhere I'm locked and wasted I'm on the run somewhere Thank you. guitar solo Look at you See the love

That's sleeping While my guitar Gently weeps Look at the floor And I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently weeps I don't know why Nobody told you how to run for your life.

Someone controlled you They bought and sold you I look at the world And I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps I could have easily gone While my guitar gently weeps I could have easily gone five or six Beatles songs deep in my original Top Ten Jams, but now I have a chance to add on my second favourite one, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, right after A Day in the Life. This song is my way of paying homage to George, my favourite Beatle, who wasn't taken seriously by Paul and John as they were so used to cranking out their tunes and George's were afterthoughts. It wasn't

until George brought in Clapped and the play lead guitar that it got the attention it rightfully deserved on the White Album. This masterpiece, easily ranked the top song on the double album, is also one of the Beatles' greatest as well. George playing 3rd fiddle in the Beatles hierarchy was totally justified in the early years but his music evolved with his Indian influence more than Paul and John's. Who knows how many more Beatles Harrison classics could have been part of our repertoire today if he had the support and respect he sadly never got. You were invited No one alerted you I look at you all

See the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps And I'll look at you all Still my guitar gently weeps talk, gently breathe guitar solo 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, oh, Travels by the cloud Is what all the good time people know I'm facing crowds All dressed up and laughing loud.

I can't talk to him, and I can't love him. Many miles to go, how many bridges do you cross? Winter rain and snow, over mountains high and low. I can't talk to him And I can't love him Ooh, I'm Chester Hi, it's Rick again, and I'll happily do these songs for as long as this goes on. Hopefully it won't be that long, but I don't have any confidence in that. In any event, another song I discovered a few years ago. It's an older song. This one's by a group called Nirvana. No, not that Nirvana. It's called Rainbow Chaser. ¶¶

Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bumps of time in your prime Didn't you? People call, say beware doll You're bound to fall, you thought they were all kidding you You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging out Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging Your next meal How does it feel how does it feel to be without a home like a complete unknown

like a rolling stone on like a rolling stone Oh, you've gone to the finest school, alright Miss Lonely, but you know you only used to get juiced in it. Nobody's

ever taught you how to live out on the street, and now you're gonna have to get used to it. You say you never compromise with the mystery tramp, but now you realize he's not selling any alibis. As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes and say, do you want to make a deal?

Make a deal How does it feel How does it feel Behind your own With no direction home A complete unknown Like a rolling stone Mike Boone, you want me to give you one of my favorite songs of all time? It's really easy.

It's Bob Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone. And the reason I say that, there's every element in there of Americana music. There's the piano, the guitars, the mesh of organ by Al Cooper. The words, the lay of that song, I don't think there's anything of that generation which really explains or lays out, makes a visual picture of what it was like in America. There's dust, there's the roads, there's people,

there's, it's just history. There's something in that song, in that track, that moves me every time I hear it played. How does it feel to have you on your own? With no direction home. Like a complete unknown. Like a rolling stone. Thank you. Got it made Exchanging all precious gifts But you better take your diamond ring You better pawn it, babe

You used to be so amused That Napoleon in rags And the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse. When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose. You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. Oh, how does it feel? Oh, how does it feel How does it feel To be on your own

With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone ¶¶ Thank you. Never-ending tablets of time Recall all the yearning Unfairing all appearing Message divine Eases the burning Whether willing Fitness waits in my mind Whether hope Damns memory Hi Mike, Feel Flows the album was ironic as the group had left the surfing sound behind for years. The cover of the

album is fantastic and features an aboriginal American person submerged in water. John Whetton, a one-time member of Family, King Crimson and Roxy Music, among others, called the album the greatest prog album of all times. Feel Flows is a track written by Carl Wilson, and it features jazz flautist Charles Lloyd. I feel like it's the 1970s again, as I used to request this song on Chum FM and some of the Buffalo progressive rock stations, and they would play it.

Thank you again, Mike. Thank you. And love listening shall we flow And love listening shall we flow And love listening shall we flow And love listening shall we flow Soda Estéreo Buenos Aires, Argentina. Thank you. Música Deberás volar por la ciudad de la furia Donde nadie sabe de mí Y yo soy parte de todos Nada cambiará con un aviso de curva Mike Moniz here again, a.k.a. Hamilton Mike. The last KOTJ, where Juan suggested Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, got me thinking about a song and a band.

They're called Soda Stereo. They're from Argentina. I went to high school with a friend, still friends to this day, originally from Argentina. He turned me on to these guys. Apparently, in South America, they were the biggest thing throughout the 80s and into the 90s. I mean, U2 level, Rolling Stones level, you name it.

They were huge. If you weren't Latin American, you wouldn't have known about them. But if you were down in South America or of Latin heritage up in North America, you knew who these guys were. They were incredible. I turned it on to them because my friend gave me one of their CDs to try to learn a couple songs for him to teach him on guitar. And I was hooked. The song I'd say you could play is from their final

live album. I put that with an asterisk because it was 97 and then they did reform for one more kind of reunion tour in 2007. But 97 el último concierto this song is on la ciudad de la furia translated basically is in the city of fury it's a great you got a crowd all amped up um it's a amazing performance of the song and even at the towards the end of the song where he does a little breakdown and he tells him in spanish are you ready for a big night and then bang kicks right back in just still sends shivers up my spine uh hopefully juan will appreciate that one and other uh fotms that enjoy any latin american music hey my spanish is absolutely non-existent the only reason i understand any of it is because i'm portuguese background so

linguistically they're somewhat related but uh yeah if you're like amazing rock that kind of fears into u2 police xtc uh i don't know that kind of early 80s new wave style these guys were the the the top in south america sadly the lead singer he died a couple years ago he fell into a coma years ago he was in coma for probably three years and it was a sad end for him because he has amazing solo collection as well if you ever want to dig into his stuff gustavo cerati but yeah on la ciudad de la furia from soda stereo from their concert album el último concierto Thanks Mike Lo que en sus caras persiste Nombre alado Nombre alado

Prefiere la noche ¿Están preparados para una noche larga? guitar solo This is a throwdown, a showdown Hell no, I can't slow down, it's gonna go First offense Okay, party people in the house May I have your attention please? In a moment, the beat will be played in many parts Many, many parts, many One, two, three This jam is amplified, so just glide

And let your backbone slide You listen to every word I say Every verb you heard I play Snap the verb, I break, you try to cover Hover me, I roast, I fake a flag Then I run a post-toast, I'm the most D-E-F's how it goes, no X's or O's A tic-tac-toes, L-T-D-N-O's This ain't a game, I'm on a mission Call me a hip-hop tic-tac-toes, LTD knows, this ain't a game, I'm on a mission,

call me a hip-hop tip-tactician, a rapper's like a slab of clay that's shapeless, champagne no shimmer, no glass, it's tasteless, a universe without light is lightless, that's why I always take time to write this, I'm older than my hands before I start chiseling, could be a rain or brainstorm or drizzling, sun could be shining, sun could be showering, practice makes perfect, I'm powering, flowering, my lyrics are awesome and tuning, Hey, what's up? This is Big Kish. One of my favorite songs of all time is Let Your Backbone Slide. And there are two reasons. One is it's just a perpetual slap.

That song is eternally dope. The beat, the rhyme, it not only encapsulates a time but more a feeling and it represents the genesis the birthplace and the spark that just gave life to everything that came out of toronto and secondly because backbone really is the first in a string of amazing accomplishments that Maestro Fresh West has under his belt. He's one of my best friends. He continually inspires me and pushes me as both a man and an artist. He's a pretty amazing person. So yeah, Let Your Backbone Slide. One of my favorite songs of all time. Play Tarzan, you play cheetah. Cheetah, biter, love to forge. Better yet, I'll call you Curious George. Cause curiosity cold, kill the cat.

Can't hide, so blast to the side. Let your backbone slide. On the left, on the right, on the left, on the left. The key word is synchronism, yo. Check out my whole boy dance to the rhythm. Hey, this ain't forte. I'm coming double F, fortissimo, F-F for funky fresh My DJ is LTD, Mellow Flex

You listen to the poetry, bitch, I'll project Vocabulary golden beats from my rollin' Stone cold lyrics with a microphone, I'm holin' Words are ripped, egos I strip I make sucker crews kick, take Van Dyke flicks I get busy, they're dizzy, they start to collide They should've stepped off, I let it slide But now they got brazen, dry like a raisin

I glaze like a vase, I smash her like daze Until they realize, they're dizzy, they start to collide, they should've stepped off I let it slide, but now they got brazen, dry like a raisin I glaze like a vase, I smash ya like daze until they realize They shouldn't have riffed, it's 89 y'all, not Beethoven's 5th or 6th, it's a throwdown I'm conducting it, the cause of high rise, I'm constructing it T'was once a thought pen and paper, now it's a tower, a soul, a skyscraper It's getting out of hand, I've created a monster, a musical monologue Makes ya wanna move with the maestro You feel high, so a set to blend The crescendo is nice, yo, I'm the guy

The rhythm is a ride, it's a ride To the fresh side, and let your backbone slide This is a throwdown Outro Music Well, what do you know? Our second lowest of the low jam of volume five of F O T M K O T J. Keep them coming. Seriously. If you haven't submitted an audio file to Mike at Toronto, Mike.com,

stop what you're doing. Record a note to your smartphone or if you're doing, record a note to your smartphone, or if you're more sophisticated, maybe you have a microphone attached to a laptop or a desktop, and maybe you can use something like Audacity or GarageBand, record yourself. Talking about your favorite song, one of your favorite songs for 30 to 60 seconds,

and send it my way. The great FOTM Diana Swain promises she's submitting a jam for the next volume. Be a part of that. And that brings us to the

end of our 617th show. You can follow me on Twitter. I'm at Toronto Mike. Our friends at Great Lakes Brewery are at Great Lakes Beer. Palma Pasta is at Palma Pasta. Sticker U is at Sticker U. And the Keitner Group are at the Kightner group. See you all next week. Eight years of laughter and eight years of tears.

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