My First Dr. Martens

I was listening to the Ongoing History of New Music podcast today (great show, by the way. If you aren't listening to it, get on it - stat!). This episode was all about music and fashion - a subject near and dear to my Mod heart.

Host Alan Cross was discussing various ways fashion and music have intermingled over the years. He touched on Glam Rock, Mods, Rockers, Two Tone, and Grunge. It was while he was discussing the so-called 'Grunge Uniform' that he first touched on Dr. Martens.

Near the end of the show, he discussed in detail the role Dr. Martens boot (and later shoes) played in rock and roll history. The boot, over the years, became almost a symbol of the underground. Dr. Martens ruled the anti-establishment and stomped their way into being the footwear of choice for many music genres.

It's amazing when you think about it, that one simple boot crossed over into so many different genres and styles. Punks? Of course. Mods? I've seen a few rocking a Dr. Marten boot or shoe over the years. Rude Boys and Girls? Love them. Skinheads? It was a staple of their wardrobe. Grunge? It was almost a required part of that whole plaid laden grunge look.

The show got me thinking back to my shoe collection. Over the years, I've owed a few pairs of Dr. Martens. Today, I only own one pair (I'll touch on that later). The Dr. Marten's air cushioned sole, the very thing that made it so popular to begin with, is what made me start to shy away from them. Have you ever tried walking on ice or sleet with a pair on? That comfy sole made it damn near impossible for me to traverse down the sidewalks in Winnipeg as soon as even the slightest bit of frost lined the pavement. All Winnipeggers know this struggle. Spring and Summer Dr. Martens are amazing, but come Fall or Winter, we would trade them in for something that would provide us a bit more grip. 

I started thinking about my first pair of Dr. Martens. I was in Junior High School when Grunge was really kicking off. It was about this time that I was starting to discover what kind of music I loved. Before this, I kind of piggy backed on to whatever my sister was listening to, which was a lot of crap to be honest. I stopped stealing her Bon Jovi and Posion tapes and started listening to groups like Soundgarden, Jane's Addiction, and Pearl Jam. It seemed like everywhere I looked, there were those damn boots. Music videos, magazine spreads, interviews, you name it - one thing was always the same. Those shiny black boots with the bright yellow stitching. 

I don't know who was the first to get a pair in our school, but I do remember it was a big deal with our group of friends. The boots weren't cheap and many of our parents refused to spend upwards of $150 for a pair. I begged my parents to get me some Dr. Martens. I didn't care what kind - boots, shoes, it didn't matter. Mom and Dad refused. Something deep inside me told me I needed these boots and come hell or high water, I was going to get them.

Unlike most of the kids my age, I had a part time job flipping burgers at a little seasonal burger stand in the tiny town of Lockport. I started working at the age of 14 and quickly learned that with a job came the freedom to buy the things I wanted. When I wanted something, I would work extra hard and would focus on saving money. In our last year of Junior High, our school decided to send the school band on a trip to the town of Edmonton for a national school band music festival. Most of us didn't really care about the music festival or the opportunity to travel and learn something new. We were focused on the fact that we would get to spend an afternoon at the rather infamous West Edmonton Mall.

West Edmonton Mall, if you have never heard of it, is one of the largest malls in North America. It contained a full size skating rink, a water park complete with a huge wave pool, an area for dolphin shows and submarine rides, mini gold, and one of the most amazing amusement parks around. Having been to the mall before, I knew it also had some of the best shopping around. West Edmonton Mall had stores and items that one could NOT get in Winnipeg. I figured if I was ever going to get my hands on a pair of Dr. Martens, that this visit to West Edmonton Mall would be my chance.

The months leading up to that trip, I worked myself to the bone. I took extra weekend shifts and ever worked after school a few days a week. Everything I made, I saved. I didn't go out, I didn't buy anything. I saved ever dime for this trip. By the time we were on the bus to Edmonton, I had saved almost $300 - more than enough to get me the boots.

While my friends all raced to the amusement park, I spent a good hour wandering around the mall trying to locate a shoe store carrying Dr. Martens. I had just about given up hope when I turned a corner and saw it, hanging like a beacon in the window - the famous Dr. Martens logo.

I wasted no time. I went inside and grabbed the first pair of black 1460s I found. My heart was racing as I slid my foot in, tightening the laces up. They felt stiff, hard. The sales lady assured me that was just how the boots were and that I would have to 'break them in.' I didn't give two shits if they were comfortable or not. I slammed my money down on the counter and walked out in my new boots.

Needless to say, when I got home with these heavy black boots on, my mom was not impressed. We butted heads a bit on style back then and she couldn't understand what I found so fascinating about these industrial work boots. I remember her asking me not to wear them out to family functions or when we were going somewhere 'nice.' The boots also gave me my fair share of blisters and calluses as I worked hard to break them in. I must have gone through dozens of boxes of bandaids that year. I also learned that getting an expensive pair of boots requires more upkeep that I've been used to. I'ver never owned leather boots before - just vinyl winter boots that required no work. These required elbow grease and shoe polish and work. My mom taught me how to properly polish my Dr. Martens and every week I would take twenty minutes to polish and buff my new boots.

As much grief as those boots caused me, I LOVED them. I didn't care if my heels were cracked and bleeding or if I constantly had black shoe polish under my nails - those boots defined me. 

My first pair of Dr. Martens lasted all through Junior High and High School. When I started University and first discovered Mod, I started wearing those boots less and less. At one point I had gotten myself a pair of 1461's, thinking that a simple oxford style would mesh better with the skirts and pressed shirts I started wearing. The last pair of Dr. Martens I purchased where a pair of white one-strap Mary Jane style shoe that I came across on eBay in the early 2000s. I probably paid way to much for them and to be honest, they are a half size to small, but I still have them in my closet even though I can't remember the last time I wore them.

It's hard to give them up. Who knew someone could have such an attachment to a type of shoe? 

Now, my footwear choices are more varied. I don't wear big, clunky Dr Marten type boots anymore. These days it's about sleek Italian design and variety. I wear anything from simple ballet flats to crazy overpriced designer shoes (love those red soles). But sitting in the back of my closet, next to my collection of fall and winter boots, polished to perfection will forever be the home of for my last pair of Dr. Martens. I've moved forward style wise, but I'll never forget where I came from.

One 'Harvey' to Rule Them All

I went to meet my male friend for coffee this afternoon. As we sat at the counter in our Starbucks, he turned to me, looking exasperated.

"Man, have you been reading all the articles and stories on Twitter today?"

I reply that no, I've been too busy to even check Twitter. I ask him what articles and stories he's referring to.

"My Twitter feed is full of women sharing their stories of sexual assault and sexual harassment, and it's shocking. It's like every female I follow, and then some, has been a victim at one point in their lives and I'm just in, well, shock. I'm ashamed of my gender, to be honest. With all these actresses coming forth about how Harvey Weinstein acted towards them, its encouraging other women to speak about about their experiences. I'm sad to think that every women that I value and have in my life has experiences some kind of sexual assault or harassment. Is it really like that?"

Yeah, unfortunately it IS really like that.

I like to consider myself lucky in that I've never once experienced any sort of sexual assault or harassment in the work place by someone in a position of seniority over me.  Sure, there's been one or two employees whose behaviour probably walks the line, but I've never felt like I've been victimized. In fact, being a female in a very male orientated business like radio and music, I was very lucky that I started out in a place like UMFM. UMFM prides itself, and rightly so, on being a safe place for all people - regardless of age, sex, gender, religion. Everyone is welcome and treated as an equal.

But the truth is there are tons of Harvey's out there. It's easy to find men who are okay with using their positions of power to get what they want sexual.

It's sad, sick, and true.

When I first started DJ'ing, there were very few female in my city who were getting behind the decks to spin. It was rare to see women at record sales and conventions who weren't dragged there by their significant others. During that time, I ran into my fair share of Harvey's who felt it was okay to objectify me, make lewd or rude comments, or even worse, corner me in dark areas of clubs to tell me how much they loved my set and looking at my 'tits' as I bent over to change the records between songs. Many a night, I was scared to walk with my records to my car after the bar had closed. Again, I was lucky. I had a very close crew of male friends and DJ's who I trusted and who, on many occasions, either stood up for me, escorted me to my car, or who drove me home themselves to make sure I arrived safe and sound when I was too scared to walk home alone.

With more and more women present in the radio/podcast/DJ scene, I find I feel more empowered. I don't put up with rude or sexual comments from people. 

But that is the problem, isn't it? 

The Harvey's, they are still out there, engaging in this shitty behaviour.

They still come up to me in clubs to make horrible comments, and try to grab at me. They still send unsolicited dick pictures to my Instagram or Twitter direct messages. They still think it's okay to treat women in this manner.

It never was and never will be okay.

Women are taking a stand more and more, and sharing their stories of abuse and harassment. I think it's amazing to hear and see. And I think it's about bloody time as well. The more we empower and encourage and support each other, the easier it will be for us to talk about our experiences. The easier it is for us to talk about our experiences, the easier it will be for us to call out shitty and horrible behaviour when it happens. The easier it is for us to call out shitty and horrible behaviour in the moment means that we are fixing the root of the issue and correcting horribly inappropriate behaviour at the source.

If we keep doing this, the sooner we will all be working towards a place where this shit is not longer tolerated or acceptable.

I kind LOVE that idea.

Love,

Penny xx

I'm Depressed - Emotional Musings on World Mental Health Day

Life is very circular. Sometimes you are flying high on a huge upswing. You feel happy, alive, refreshed and rejuvenated. Then suddenly you start your slow descent down and soon you just don't feel like anything can go your way. You are sad, angry and depressed. But slowly, one day, you start working your way up again and soon the days seem brighter, you're not so angry anymore and you’re  working your way to being a beacon of positive and joy.

I've struggled with depression on and off my whole adult life. It started in High School for me. In grade 11, I kind went off the rails a little bit. I wasn't sleeping, I was failing math, I was struggling with the rules my parents had, and I failed a whole semester of school. There was legitimate fear that I would not graduate on time if I did not pull my socks up and focus. My doctor was very astute and understanding. She put me on my first antidepressant - Zoloft. I took Zoloft until just before I graduated high school with great grades and a few academic awards as well.

The second time depression took over was when I first moved out on my own. I moved into my first small, one bedroom apartment when I was 24.I loved it but I was warned by a good friend of mine that when you live alone for the first time, that you 'kinda go a little crazy.' I laughed it off - she always had a flair for the dramatic. About a year after I moved out, I found myself laid off work, single, sad, and scared shitless as I was, for some stupid reason, denied unemployment insurance. I again went to my doctor and after crying in the examining room for thirty minutes straight, she hugged me and gave me another prescription for Zoloft. I soon pleaded my case and got my unemployment benefits reinstated, got a new and much better job and felt good about myself. About a year and a half after I started talking Zoloft, my doctor suggested I start to ween myself off again.

The third time depression hit me was just after the birth of my son. It was a different kind of depression - one that made me cry often, made me feel worthless and like I was a horrible person. One that, dare I say it, made me hate my newborn son. My doctor, understanding that depression not just ran in the family but has touched me on and off for years, kept a keen eye on me during this time. I had monthly appointments to check in with her. I talked to a therapist and by the time my son smiled at me for the first time, I was starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I beat the depression this time without drugs and I felt great.

The last time I suffered with a bout of depression was four years ago. My partner and I, who had been together for seven years, had split up. He had been mentally and physically abusive towards me for years and after a horrible incident that left me physical bruised and scarred, I decided enough was enough. I kicked him out. And I felt so much better about it. I was happy to be rid of him. But it soon hit me that I wasn't rid of him and that I never would be. We shared a child together. He used that fact to constantly try to control me and the situation. Many a time he tried to break down my door, threatened me, and even assaulted me. After he left, I slept all the time. I was so tired. My therapist at that time told me it was a completely logical response. My body had been in *fight or flight* mode for years that now, that the 'danger' was no longer present, all that adrenalin in my body was finally leaving, making me exhausted. I was more lonely that I had ever been in my entire life. Not only did I lose my partner, but I had to endure periods without my son as we shared custody. My apartment went from being a loud, always busy place, to being so fucking quiet that I almost couldn't take it. I missed my son. As sick as it sounded, I missed having a partner around. The loneliness was so thick in the air that I could taste it sometimes. The only thing that really kept me from offing myself during that period was my son...and my doctor. My doctor saw the mess I was in and ordered I take four weeks stress leave off of work ('to start' she said). She found me a really good therapist in her office that was known for dealing with survivors of domestic abuse. She prescribed a new antidepressant and insisted on biweekly check-in appointments while I was off work.

Depression almost won that last time. I think back on what I was like three years ago and it scares me silly. I wasn't thinking logically, I was in a horrible haze and I felt like things would never get better.

But you know what? They did. They did because I have a family that is familiar with and understands mental issues. Things got better because I have an amazing doctor who I feel comfortable falling to pieces in front of in her office. Depression didn't win because I have friends and family who love me, who put their lives on hold for a little bit to carry me when I felt I just couldn't go on.

I woke up this morning, and while getting dressed for the day, I thought about how I have been feeling the last few days. I've been sad, quick to anger and frustrated. I've caught myself crying just about every day this past week. I've been feeling lonely and frustrated at that fact. But today, I woke up to a text message from my best friend wishing me a great day. I got a huge hug from my son this morning. I exchanged messages with a couple of people who always put a smile on my face because they make time for me in their busy lives and I appreciated it.

I woke up being thankful for what I got and I suddenly started to feel the upswing start.

Today is World Mental Health Day and I hope that this post helps people realize that there should be NO stigma with Mental Illness - it touches the people you would least expect. I've lost friends to depression and other types of mental illness - the most recent was a friend who committed suicide this past summer. If anything, those situations has taught me how important it is to talk. You feeling depressed or down? If you feel you have no one to talk to?

Talk to me.

I'm here and I'm listening.

Much love...
Penny Lane

The World is Falling Apart, So Morrissey is Having a Bed-In

The world has always been a kind of fucked up place. Here in Canada, I live in my own little bubble of safety and normality - there is no imminent threat of war, I'm not afraid of our economy suddenly having a massive aneurysm and keeling over dead, and I am not (for the most part) discriminated or in danger for just being who I am, a woman. 

But if I look beyond my safe bubble and the more I expose myself to, the more I just want to crawl back into my bed, pull the sheets up over my head and stay there until the world gets back on track again.

Part of me is glad we are not recording new episodes of Maximum Rhythm and Booze right now. Every episode would be a rehash of all these terrible things going on all over the world - subway explosions, crazies running cars into crowds of people, racist and bigoted rallies ending in deaths.

Stop the world, man. I want to get OFF.

With things being so off centre these days,  the fact that Morrissey unleashed his first tweet on the world didn't come as much of a shock as I would have thought. I logged onto Twitter while having my morning coffee on Tuesday, September 20th to see that everyone I follow and their dog had re-tweeted Mozzer's first every 140-characters-or-less musing:

I never really thought it was cryptic. Morrissey, the king of depressing songs, spent the day in bed. Big fucking surprise there. I can't say I blame him, with the way the world is going these days. Fuck, move over Moz, is there room for one more? 

I only realized something big was going down with his next tweet:

First thing that ran through my mind was "Or what can... AZ? Oh! Oregon, Washington, California..." The second was "Shit, Moz. No WPG? For fuck sakes..." It was pretty obvious by now to me, and the other masses of Morrissey fans that something was up.

Soon after all that, my Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter feed (not to mention my inbox, text messages) were flooded with Morrissey's new single, Spent the Day in Bed.

Morrissey's last single, Kiss Me a Lot was last released in 2015. To be honest, it didn't make much of an impact on me - I actually had to google it to refresh myself with the song and, I hate to say it, I found myself shutting it off about halfway through.

There is something about the new single that made me sit up and take notice - the lyrics, the melody, and the overall vibe reminds me of something that The Smiths might have put out later in their career.  Replace the keyboard with that distinctive Johnny Marr guitar sound and boom, here is the Smiths of 2017. 

I'm not afraid to say, I like the single. A lot. It's the first thing Morrissey has put out in years that has really made me sit up and take notice. Since I'm being honest, You Are The Quarry was really the last Morrissey album that I listened to from start to finish. That was 2004.

Maybe it's because I can relate to the song. The world is a fucked up place at the best of times but as of late, it seems to have sunk to a whole new level. I was speaking with my Maximum Rhythm and Booze co-host Warren Peace about this just today, lamination that the political climate all over the world is in such a horrible and constant state of flux that spending the day in bed sounds like a pretty good and viable option. I guess Warren and I aren't the only ones feeling the weight of it. Morrissey is all in for each and everyone of us having our own Bed-In for Peace. 

It's getting cold here in Winnipeg and as everyone on Game of Thrones would say, 'winter is coming.' With the weather change, it won't take much to convince me to shut off the TV, turn off the radio, crawl into my bed and escape from the fucking nightmare that is the world around me.

The only thing that would make all this better is if WPG was on that list of cities. C'mon Moz...

Love,

Penny xxx

Why I March

It's kind of been a historical weekend, not just here in North America but world wide, too. On Friday January 20, 2017 Donald Trump was sworn in as the 45th president of the United States of America. And the day after, on Saturday January 21, 2017 the now historic Women's March on Washington took place.

Of course there is a direct correlation between these two events. After eight years of the Obama administration in the United States, the country is going from a leader who seemed to value and protect the rights of not just women, but other minority groups to one that, well, seems to encourage sexism and objectification of women. Don't believe me? Well, here are just a prime example of a few things President Trump has been quoted as saying:

"If Hilary Clinton can't satisfy her husband, what makes her think she can satisfy American?"

-Twitter, April 1, 2015

"Can you imagine that face next to our President? I mean, she's a women and I'm not supposed to say bad things, but really, folks, come on. Are we serious?"

-Remarks about Carly Fiorina, who was Trump's Republican Rival. According to Rolling Stone Magazine, he said 'Look at that face. Would anyone vote for that?,' September , 2015

"I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know I'm automatically attracted to beautiful...I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star they let you do it. You can do anything...Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything."

-2005 clip, released in 2016 featuring unaired footage ahead of President Trumps appearance on US soap opera Days of Our Lives

"26,000 unreported sexual assaults in the military - only 238 convictions. What did these genius expect when they put men & women together?"

-Twitter, May 7, 2013

"All the women on The Apprentice flirted with me - consciously or unconsciously. That's to be expected."

-2004, interview with the Daily News

I could go on but I think we've all heard it more than enough in the last year. And, sadly, I'm sure we are going to hear a lot more in the next four years. Now, one has to be fair. The democratic process was, as best we know, followed in the election and Trump won. I know we can argue this fact, and probably will, for centuries to come but as it stands, the man won. I may not agree with Trump - his policies, his thoughts or his platform but he was elected and sworn in. As someone who respects the democratic process, I will recognize him as the 45th President of the United States and give him a chance. 

I don't live in the United States. I was born and raised in Canada but even at a young age, I was very acutely aware of how much our neighbors to the south affect and influence our day to day lives up here. Don't kid yourselves - the political climate of the United States is like an overbearing parent to us here. While we are free to do and make our own choices, it often feels like our nation is looking up to and answering a little bit to 'mom and dad' down south. As we grow as a country, the influence seems less and less strong but trust me, it's always there.

I was very engrossed in this years Presidential election - more so than the previous. I'm sure that is due to a few things, but most strong among them are my age and my sex. Also, as a mother, I'm more aware of the world that I am raising my son in and I want to not only do right by him, but ensure the influences around him are positive and will build a strong foundation of acceptance. He is the future and it's my goal to show him there is no need to discriminate someone because they are different than you.  I want to raise a man that is compassionate, understanding, accepting and respectful. I'm also not naive enough to think that my influence is the only one that will matter in his life. His friends, his father with whom I am separated from, teachers, my friends, partners that many come and go in my life, the news media and even politicians - these will all have an influence in my son's life and its my responsibility to give him a strong enough base to know the difference between right and wrong.

I suppose it's been bubbling over for a long time - the struggle of the old ways verse the new ways. The old ways of patriarchy and white male privilege verse the new ways of equality. In my eyes, the Obama Administration not just respected women, but elevated them. There seemed to be this universal sense that men and women can stand together, side by side and, really, just get shit done. Barrack Obama not just spoke lovingly about his wife Michelle and their two daughters Malia Ann and Sasha but showed the utmost respect, admiration and an amazing desire to see them all succeed. He led by example, showing that amazing things can happen when we work together and treat everyone with the same respect - regardless of gender.

So, back to the Women's March on Washington this past Saturday...I suppose we all have our own reasons for taking to the streets. What started as a movement to 'send a bold message to our new government on their first day office, and to the world that women's rights are human rights. We stand together, recognizing that defending the most marginalized among us is defending is all' has really really turned into so, so much more. Washington was crawling with people, in numbers greater than those who attended the swearing in of President Trump. But that's not all. Millions of people around the world got together to show their support of Women world wide and fuck me, it was a beautiful thing to see. Here in Winnipeg thousands of people flooded the downtown on a cold and damp January day to stand united in the understand that, yes indeed, women's rights are human rights. I was so proud and happy to see the outpouring of support that I shared a video on my Facebook wall Saturday of the march and stated the following in the post:

"This is one of the many, many reasons it rocks to be a women. We understand the need to build each other up and support each other in hard times. We may not always all get along, we may bitch and fight and scream but in the end we understand that you are nothing without your sisters."

What followed filled me with so much dread and hurt and frustration that I'm still trying to find the words to properly express it (I guess that's what I'm trying to do here). I had one white British male, I'm assuming near middle age state "yet all the ones interviewed have no idea why they are marching," and another white British male also chirp in with 'I wish they would have marched in support of women  in Muslim countries many years ago, that would have been an awesome use of gender politics.'

Say what?

Of course I broke the first rule of dealing with Internet trolls and responded, citing the Women's March on Washington's mandate and explaining why standing up for the rights of all is important and I was told to 'stop miswomenstanding' the real reasons that he provided for me that proved the march was a 'joke.' I was also told that I am a 'successful international female DJ - how on earth have you been marginalized by this supposed patriarchy?"

Woah, excuse me?

Okay, I'll be the first to admit it. I lead a pretty damn good life. I was raised in a home where we never feared that we'd not have a roof over our head or food on our table. Both my parents are accepting people who raised two girls with the notion that with hard work, we can achieve our goals. We were made to believe that our gender did not define us and that being a women was not a curse or something to be ashamed of. I had a good education, I went to University. My parents got me a car when I was in my early twenties and helped me burden the cost of my University education so I would not graduate in debt. I moved into my first apartment alone in my mid twenties in a relatively safe and beautiful downtown neighborhood. I had heat, running water, electricity and was able to keep my fridge and cupboards stocked at all times. I was able to land a good unionized Government job that, by LAW could not discriminate me based on my gender. I make the same as my male counterparts and have the same opportunities presented to me as presented to them and my gender has never ONCE been an issue in my place of work. I live in a beautiful two-bedroom apartment on the 10th floor of a lovely high-rise in the heart of Downtown Winnipeg. I own my car. I am able to provide a safe, loving, warm home for my son and know he will never worry if there will be food on the table or if we will have a roof over our head. I am able, every week, to go on the airwaves at UMFM with my show Punks in Parkas and not just play what music I want, but like my other show hosts, we are able to speak freely and openly on the air about our thoughts and ideas - we are not censored. I am able to rant on any subject I want wish on Maximum Rhythm and Booze, and at times, hold my two white male co-hosts accountable. I have a soap box and a bull horn and I can use both without fear of harm to me or my loved ones.

Call me crazy, but I think everyone deserves all the opportunities I have had... and more.

So why do I march?

• I march so my son can see that ones gender does not define what you can or cannot do
• I march because even with all these wonderful opportunities and situations I have been presented with over my lifetime so far, I have experienced physical and verbal assaults on my person, I have been disrespected and treated as an inferior due to my gender. I have been raped, beaten and berated by men. I have been told that I can't do things, I will not be able to live on my own and that I will fail without a man in my life beside me. If I, the possible example of female white privilege have experienced all these things and more, then I weep thinking what others who are less fortunate than I may have experienced
• I march because all women everywhere deserve the opportunity to say what they want, wear what they want and BE WHO THEY WANT without fear
• I march because it is so fucking important to stand up when we feel our rights are being violated
• I march because I am lucky enough to have a forum that reaches thousands and thousands of people and I believe that I should use that not just as a vessel to share great music, humor and news, but to hopefully draw a spotlight on plights that are REAL and PRESENT
• I march because remaining silent makes one complacent 
• I march to lead by example for my son
• I march because I am a strong independent women and I will let NO ONE take that away from me
• I march because solidarity builds a strong movement. Even though I am not an American and things like my reproductive rights are not currently in danger, it is important to show a united front and send a strong message that shows these issues extend beyond one country but are world wide. Just because currently I am able to safely seek out an abortion in my country, does not mean that would always be the case and I love knowing that I would have the support of my sisters world wide if anything happened to change that
• I march because I love being a women and the fact that I wear dresses, make up and other 'girly things' should not devalue my input in any way. Change attitudes, not clothes
• I march because WE STILL HAVE TO PROTEST THIS FUCKING SHIT

You know, I used to shy away from the word Feminist for many reasons. Mainly because I was not confident that others would believe me if I said 'I'm a feminist' due to how I dress and present myself. I wear pretty dresses, I do my make up, I like looking 'feminine.' Screw that, no more will I shy away from that word. 

I march because I am a feminist.

Love,

Penny xx

Maximum Rhythm and Booze...Quadrophenia special with Mark Wingett!

MR&B is back with actor Mark Wignett (aka 'Dave' from Quardrophenia/The Bill), giving us the inside scoop on his days filming the seminal youth cult classic film and his thoughts on the soon-to-be sequel, 'To Be Someone!'

Plus, we get the exclusive first listen to tracks from pop modernist sensations French Boutik's debut album, 'Front Pop,' heard for the first time anywhere!

As if that isn't enough, we bring you the usual barely sober banter and tunes you can expect from MR&B!!

SHOW SETLIST:

1. The Skids - Into the Vally

2. Richard Anthony and the Blue Notes - The Boston Monkey

3. French Boutik - Je Regard les Tigers

4. The Sound of Pop Art - Freedom

5. French Boutik - The Rent

6. The English Beat - Tears of a Clown

7. The Soul Brothers - Train to Skaville

8. Wheedle's Groove & Broham - Everything Good is Bad

9. Le Casse - French Boutik

Has the Random Button Killed the Album?

The world was a very different place in 1979...Sony had just released The Walkman, Michael Jackson released his amazing Off The Wall album, Voyage I photos revealed Jupiter's rings for the first time, the Snowboard was invented, I was born and The Buggles released the now classic track, Video Killed The Radio Star.

We all know the song. Not only was it popular (the track topped sixteen international music charts, including the official singles chart of the groups home country of the UK, and also peaked into the top 10 in Canada and the Top 40 in the United States), but the songs video has the dubious honor of being the very first music video ever played on MTV, airing the moment the station went live at 12:01 am on August 1, 1981.

Of course it was the obvious choice. The song was a anthem for the ever changing landscape of how people accessed music. Gone were the day of hearing your favorite bands on a radio, being blissfully unaware at times of what they looked like. The transistor radio of the late 1950s made it possible to be mobile with your music and now, with the release of the Walkman, not only could you take your music with you but you had the CHOICE in what you wanted to hear.

Perhaps Diane said it best in Trainspotting: "Your not getting any younger, Mark. The world is changing, music is changing, even drugs are changing."

Nothing is stagnant, especially the music industry. In the eleven years I've been involved in radio, I have seen the way we access and listen to music morph and change in ways I never dreamed. The medium sure is the fucking is the message, Mr. McLuhan. From the age of 16 to now I went from buying tapes and vinyl, to switching to CD, then biting my nails in fear that the FBI would come knocking on my door and arrest me for downloading hundreds upon hundreds of MP3s via Limewire and Napster, to using iTunes to purchase said MP3s (and lose some of the guilt) and finally, as of late, streaming all the music I want via Spotify. The medium has shifted and morphed so much in the past twenty years that we would be completely oblivious to think that it did not affect how we experience music, or even to go a step further, how it is created.

Music, despite what people will tell you, always was and always will be a business and any business has the main goal of making money - full stop. And it would be naive to think that with all these changes in how the consumer interacts with the product, that the way artist make music wouldn't have changed too. It has, climaxing hard with the creation of one simple, little concept...

Random.

Love it or curse it, the random button which first came into play with the rise of digital music forever changed the interaction people have with music. Musicians created singles as something that could stand alone - it could be shuffled into a jutebox or easily picked up and spun on the radio. The single was a huge promotional item that many artist lived or died by. It was often on the strength of these singles that fans would decided if they would or would not spend their money on a full length album.

A full length album was something special. It was a carefully crafted piece of art, designed from start to finish with the sole purpose to take the listener along on some incredible musical journey. Everything from flow and tempo and feel was given every consideration when laying out album tracks. Listen to Abbey Road, Days of Future Past, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and Pet Sounds if you think I'm wrong. Albums became complete slices of time that only broke for a slight, well thought out pause before you got up and flipped over the record to continue on the second half of the journey.


The mass digitalization of music forever changed that art form. Now, not only could you just select your favorite tracks from an album, but you could pair them up with whatever you wanted, create your own set list. Worst of all, you could now put on Abbey Road and hit that tiny little 'random' button and listen to that album in a way it was never intended. It now gave the consumer the ability to be the creator.

But just because you have a general idea of how a human heart works, doesn't mean you should preform open heart surgery any time soon.

The random button took away what was so amazing about those classic albums - what gave them the moniker 'classic' to begin with. It took songs out of context, it interrupted flow and the build up to your favorite song was forever scratched away due to impatience and the 'I want it now' mentality that is ingrained in so many of us these days.

Soon artists had to work with this simple fact in mind - that their songs needed to be stand alone, individual pieces of art that would survive within and without the context of a complete album. The single, which was the calling card of so many artist in the 1950s and 1960s soon because the be all end all. If you wanted to succeed, you needed to be able to produce a single. Fuck if the album on a whole was good or not..

Maybe that's why I'm so happy about the resurgence of vinyl again. There simply is no random button. It's a rainy August morning here in Winnipeg and I'm typing this at my desk while John Coltrane's Stardust plays against the pattering of the rain on my windows and the flow is...well, it's nothing short of magnificent. I couldn't have picked the wax and wane of the sounds any better, and the reason behind that is simple.

This is not my art. This is Coltrane's art, listened to as Coltrane intended. I am letting John take me on the journey of his choosing. He is painting pictures, he is in control of his own palette and I am along for the ride.

Side one has finished, and it's stopped the music at the point John intended, not me. Now I will get up, flip over the record, and think while the first crackles of needle to vinyl start, about how he knows his art so much better than me, otherwise I would have created it and not him. I respect his musical choices and I do so by letting the album as a whole move me - not by making piecemeal decisions that not only break the integrity of the art, but remove all meaning from it.

Viva la Vinyl...

Penny xx

Maximum Rhythm and Booze...with The Remains' Barry Tashian!

The Good (Penny), the 'Brawd' (Jonny) and The Ugly (Warren) are back with the NEW Maximum Rhythm and Booze featuring 60's Garage Rock legends, The Remains. America's greatest 'Lost' Band!

Even as a Beatles-obesessed boy, I was fascinated by The Remains, a band who were handed the chance of a lifetime opening up for The Beatles on their '66 US Tour and then literally,disappeared. I could only dream...only imagine how I would feel in the same position. Sharing the same stages. Shea Stadium. Candlestick Park.

So,The Remains. 1966. These are lads now, remember. Months after graduating Uni. Everything they own shoved into a VW van, a few $ for food and off to NYC. Happened be in the right office at the right time when the call came through to the manager they had just hired to help them climb the musical ladder to greatness. "We need an opening act for the Beatles tour."
Not too dissimilar to the story of The Beatles themselves. The stars aligning and you just happen to be in the exact spot where the universe needs you to be. 

So (not surprisingly!) they agree to do the tour, sharing some very intimate time with the FABS. A side not often exposed. One-on-one chats in small planes. Sharing personal thoughts on Vietnam and the social unrest in the US at the time. Remember, this tour was right on the back of Lennon's comments to Maureen Cleave in the London Evening Standard where he claimed The Beatles were bigger than Jesus. It was PANDEMONIUM in the southern US states and following death threats, bomb threats from the KKK etc, they were genuinely scared for their lives.
Barry tells of greeting Lennon as he took a seat beside him on the small chartered plane heading to Tennessee.
"Morning John, how are you?" Barry asks.
"Ask me after Memphis," Lennon replies, his voice laced with genuine anxiety. 

Again...perspective: Here is Barry (Tashian) of The Remains- a 21 year old boy- on a Lear Jet with the largest band in the world seeing and hearing things the press were never privy to at the time. He became very close with George Harrison who took him to a party in LA with rock royalty. The Birds, The Monkees, The Mammas and Pappas. He was dropped back to the hotel squeezed into David Crosby's silver Porche with George, all high and in their prime. Six months before, he was playing in a pub!
You can't make it up!

During the tour, they appeared on 'Hullabaloo', and The Ed Sullivan Show- both MASSIVE at the time. The ad in the NY Times actually said "WATCH them on NBC TV's 'Hullabaloo', SEE them at Shea Stadium, HEAR them on Epic Records." Exposure that was tantamount to anything that had come before or since to create THE next big thing right? Wrong.

So then, the album must have just been crap, right? That's why they floundered? Wrong again. Their cult classic self-titled album is absolutely BRILLIANT and is now widely regarded as one of THE seminal garage rock albums of the 1960's. Recently re-issued for Record Store Day here in the states, get it. Trust me. Download it, steal it...whatever it takes.

So what stopped this band short of becoming household names and rock legends? I've wondered about this myself since I was 12, so I was eager to find out.
I'd highly encourage giving the new MR&B a listen to hear Barry's take on it all rather than my 'Felonius Spunk' paraphrased version. He's very open. Lives with no regrets and actually went on to have a successful career himself in music beyond that magic summer in '66.

Imagine though, you're on stage at Shea. Thousands of screaming fans (not yours, theirs) but who cares right? You're in the moment. Experiencing something impossible to convey to anyone outside of the 4 members of your band and the 4 members of the band who will take the stage after you and then, take the world. You play that gig and then 6 weeks later it happens. The 'coming down'. The hangover from the 'drunken' summer. The realization that, however big The Remains become, they will never, ever achieve that or feel that again. 

The effect that has on a 21 year old mind in the reason why The Remains packed up their guitars keyboards and drums after Candlestick Park and, after a few weeks of taking stock of the future ahead of them, were never heard from again.

SHOW SETLIST:

1. Michael Kiwanuka - Love & Hate

2. The Jam - Going Underground

3. The Ruts - Babylons Burning

4. James Brown - Think

5. Smash - Coming Home

6. Paul Sindab - Do Whatcha Wanna Do

7. The Remains - Why Do I Cry

8. The Remains - Once Before

9. The Remains - Diddy Wah Diddy

10. The Mootherhood - Soul Town