Speaking of the Calgarian Hotel...

... FFWD ran an excerpt this week from Sam Sutherland's forthcoming book on Canadian punk. The excerpt focuses on the late, great Calgarian Hotel, home for some time of Calgary's punk scene. Sam talked to old school punks across Canada, including me, and I'm really looking forward to his book, Perfect Youth, which is coming out from ECW next year.

Cool!

New! Chunk of w-i-p

Here's something new. A piece of work-in-progress. Haven't posted a w-i-p before, and this is brief, but I haven't Written anything in a while so I thought I'd throw it out there. Hope it intrigues:

If I knew anything about ballet I’d be able to tell you the name of the position she was in in her profile picture on NetWork.com. She was on one foot and had her other leg pretty close to straight up in the air, flashing a big grin for the camera. Only she’s not a ballerina, she’s a stockbroker, and she wasn’t wearing tights or a tutu, she was wearing a t-shirt and Daisy Duke shorts, and the picture was taken in a bar. So it’s none of my business, right? I’m not her employer, God knows. I don’t even know her, really, though I feel like I do because I’ve heard so much about her. And like I say, I don’t know anything about ballet. Or stockbroking. Or Brazilian waxes. But I know if I was her employer I’d be having a little chat with her about professionalism, about ethics.

            Just like the one I figure her husband’s about to have with his employer.