Saturday, February 6, 2021

*** Update: April Wine ("Roller"). Could not find in 2007. Simple lyric search in 2021. A lot has changed, but family still comes first.

My brother called me the other week with a question. He had heard a song on K-ROCK 106.5 FM and wanted me (with my immense computer skills) to ascertain the Band that performed it. He gave me what he thought was the name of the song: "She's A High Roller" (basically the "most" repeated line in the song). I searched YouTube and Google Video with the info he gave me but drew blanks. On such sites, unless you have the name of the song or the name of the group, you ain't gonna find what you're looking for. When you have neither, it is damn near impossible. Every day I searched the internet for the name of this song/band and every night my brother would call me with the same question: Have you found it yet? Have you found it yet? HAVE YOU FOUND IT YET? I could not take it any longer. I had three choices. Unplug the phone, unplug the computer ( and plunk it down on his kitchen table and he could find the fuckin' song/band himself) or I could think outside the box. I chose #3. I made 3 trips that following evening.First I went to the grocery store and picked up a quart of egg nog ('tis the season).Next, I hit the liquor store for a pint (or the metric equivalent) of Southern Comfort. Last, but not least, I visited the local zoological park and borrowed a Bufo Alvarius aka Colorado River Toad.I had the next day off, so I put my plan in motion. If I could not find the answer to this problematic question the "now-technical way": Internet , I would solve the problem the "old-fashioned way": Hallucination. Licking a toad is not something that was ever high on my list of things to do, but you never know what will appear on that list as life presents it's unique situations. During my "Toad Trip" I came up with the the following visions. A 27 foot tall grammar book that spoke to me in a female "West Midlands English" dialect . She stuttered and talked with a lisp and it took like what seemed forever, but I finally figured out the name of the song.She kept yelling "PRONOUN", followed by an almost indiscernible whisper "noun". My brother's first guess did contain the name of the song, sans the pronoun and adjective. Next I saw a blurry poster from 1977 that was promoting a charity event in Toronto. I could not make out the name of the headlining band, but the opening act was a band called the "Cockroaches" and the lead singer looked a lot like Steven Tyler. I searched Youtube and got " nada for the noun". At that point, the toad hopped from the desk onto the keyboard and the following video appeared.I still don't know who this band is, but I love those screamin' guitars By the way, the egg nog was for me (that toad venom is NASTY) and the Southern Comfort was at the request of the toad (and I took a nip or ten myself - kinda helps when you are licking a toad!). Bufo Alvarius was returned to the zoo the following day" safe and sound" and with one request for a video (Old River Toad, I found out, reads my Blog and knew that the Tuesday before the week before pay day was Request Day) which will be seen after my brother's request. After all, family comes first!