It’s Cold Outside…

and the snow is falling.  Every year when winter descends I think about hockey games when Dave and I sat freezing our asses off, a belly full of the worst coffee you ever swallowed and ignited by the most powerful flame in Canada, hockey.  We were rink rats for the local minor league team and sometimes I’d take sly side long glances at him while he watched the players whoosh past in silver bladed fury.   In those moments I could see the kid he used to be, the one who wanted to grow up and play for the Leafs.  Some Sundays he’d play shinny up at the rink with anyone who showed up for a game and he always came home full of the hockey glow, regaling me with stories of saves and excellent stick handling.  He was a phenomenal skater and a good right wing when he was in house league.

One year, his hockey hero, #4 Bobby Orr was making a personal appearance at our local mall.  When Dave got to the front of the line, his lip was trembling from nerves as he said hello to a man he’d idolized since childhood.  When we walked away, he was giddy and spellbound by the experience of shaking hands with a hockey master legend.

Below is a song about a boy who loved hockey as much as Dave but who tragically didn’t live to see his bright future realized.   When this song was released Dave bought it immediately and somehow we both knew, as we listened to it together, that like the young man in the song, he wouldn’t live long either.  If you have someone you love, hold them close to your heart and tell them as often as you can, just how very much they mean to you.



I remember 21 and 23

the iron fence and you and me

Then came the storm of voices and fears

the all nighters of talking down and body sobbing aches

we tranquilized the banshees that tormented you

pill up pill down

Mary Poppins style for  you my sugar

until you were comfortable

until you were numb

inside your very own medicated prism of bent and fractured light

You still could shine

Some Little Ditties From The Dark Side


We cheated it twice together

We cheated it twice apart

You cheated it five times solo

Then you broke my heart


Knicky knicky nine doors

A game we used to play

They called us little bastards

Then we ran away


You smoked the weed

and drank the wine

Then you announced

You were out of time


Something shattered

Deep inside

The day you swallowed

All your pride


Picks and pedals

Strings and frets

Constant jam

Eternal sets






To make a noose with bits of twine


Doctor prescribes a happy hug

Anti psychotic tranquilizer

Vastly better mood stabilizer

Essentially a zombie drug


PCP was a speeding train

It ran all night inside your brain

Made you feel crucified

Straight jacket drug induced suicide


Dust to dust

Ashes to ashes

Everyone mourns

A angel who crashes

Squeal And Crush

Fingers sliding up and down

Exhausting every note a vibration

Hammer of the gods

The sound of the sky being torn in strips

A husky driving bass storm

Back and forth acid bitter nickle noise

Thrusting axe against the drum

Heart and soul slink in harmony

Skank fugitive put the whammy down on that

Alley cat twelve bar attack

Digits fly past flurry on the fret

Pick it in and pick it out

Amplify ear tang tinny whine

Thunder sound a squeal and crush

Off track wild freight train rush