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Driving to work this morning, I saw a doe and her fawn crossing Dunmore, heading towards our mighty mall. At 3:45 in the morning, I have to admit that it was a very tranquil scene.

I’m pretty sure they weren’t waiting in line to see House Bunny and while our furry friends may have accidentally stumbled into Medicine Hat, it could very well be their saving grace with deer season here.

I could really go for some venison right about now or at least some deer sausage.

I figure that I if spent more time watching relevant programs and less time watching Family Guy re-runs, I would have known that David Gilmour released a 2 CD/1 DVD package yesterday. How come no one told me my favorite artist was putting out not necessarily new material but material all the same? It’s a shame and I feel obligated to listen to Pink Floyd and David Gilmour workings for at least the next week solid in hopes of redeeming myself.

And while I haven’t listened to the CD as of yet, I’ve put that DVD to use and was not disappointed. Filmed in the seaport city of Gdansk, David is backed by the Baltic Philharmonic Orchestra and I don’t know what I appreciate more, the video or the audio as they are both stunning. The sheer size of the stage is dwarfed only by the amount of people in this shipyard.

If you’re a fan of David or Pink Floyd, I recommend picking up the package, turning the lights down low and turning the volume right up and phone in sick tomorrow.

So we’ve got the door open to the trailer that looks like a boom box this morning when I look up and there’s this dude looking at us.

Turns out the guy has a name, calls himself Riley. Riley is a semi-pro hitchhiker and full time biologist. (must be hard times for scientists these days). Riley had left Drumheller a few days back and was looking for a ride to Elkwater where he plans on studying cougars. (the furry kind, not the 40 year old chain smoking leathery kind)

We put out Riley’s concerns over the air and within 10 minutes, someone had picked the guy up.

To whomever is running the black SUV, thanks for taking a chance and giving Riley a lift, especially on such a cool autumn morn.

Ironic isn’t it that here at Rock 105.3 we’ve given away many pairs of Metallica tickets and yet here I am, not patiently waiting for tickets for their second show to go on sale.

I’ve logged into my account, and between keeping a sharp eye on the clock and refreshing the Ticketmaster website, it’s the luck of the draw from here on in.

I’d probably have no problem securing 2 tickets however I’m sure you’ve got buddies that for whatever reason, don’t own credit cards and therefore have asked you to get tickets on their behalf. That’s the situation I’m in right now and so my chances of obtaining 6 tickets are less than grand.

Regardless, long hairs, short hairs, bald hairs, good luck and remember to fly those devil horns.

See you at the show, hopefully.

I remember when Elvis Presley died and how upset and shocked the world was, my mother included. At the time, I didn’t understand how the passing of someone you never met could be so personal. I never understood that feeling, until yesterday.

Richard Wright, one of the founding members of my favorite band of all time, Pink Floyd, died yesterday after a short fight with cancer at the age of 65. Even typing this is proving to be difficult as I’m flooded with the music of Floyd and the places and stories associated with my life and their music.

I never met the man but like so many millions of people around the world who are fans of Pink Floyd, Richard and his contributions to life have made their mark on this planet and I sincerely hope he knew the impact that he had on his fans.

Light your incense, pull out that lava lamp and turn the lights down low. Dust off your vinyl collection, take the phone off the hook and ingest the music created by gentlemen who saw themselves as mediums for their music, specifically, Mr. Richard Wright.

I go to bed last night and wake up to find I’ve been moved from planet Earth to planet Bizzarro.

Not only is ‘Crap Miserable Monday’ not crappy at all in terms of temperature and sunshine but I find out that the Riders lost and my Bombers won. I got a refund from my insurance company, my postal carrier has started leaving treats for my dog and my in-laws don’t plan on visiting anytime soon.

What’s next? Indoor plumbing at the studio?!

There has been much hype, buzz, hullaballoo over the new Metallica album which hits store shelves everywhere tomorrow and I’m anxious to see what kinds of sales they’ll generate, not that I see any royalties of course.

One of the perks of working in radio, aside from not having indoor plumbing is that we’re privy to new music before a lot of people are and so I’ve been listening to Death Magnetic constantly over these last five days.

With albums like ‘Master of Puppets’ and ‘And Justice For All’ setting my standards for Metallica, I was more than pleased to see that every song on the new CD is a minimum 6 minutes long, a great start no doubt. Add to that, Kirk is back with lots of solos and the production sounds freakin’ awesome, completely unlike ‘St. Anger’, which in my opinion, wasn’t Metallica’s shining moment.

Not to take away from the Black album which only fueled Metallica’s fan base, I was really hoping that this album wouldn’t be another similar effort and I wasn’t disappointed. I think they’ve really gotten back to their roots on this album. I hope you think so too and we’ll see you at the show.

The grass hasn’t needed to be cut in weeks, the hours of daylight are less, the streets are quiet and calm and I’ve noticed in the last couple of days that my breath can be seen in the wee hours of the morning. While I’m pretty sure it doesn’t have anything to do with halitosis, these are sure signs that autumn is on it’s way, only reinforced with a small gaggle of geese flying over our trailer this morning.

Summer in the Hat has been wonderful and it’s allowed me to log a lot of km’s on my Harley but winter has always been my favorite season and I’m probably one of the few looking forwards to feeling it get colder. It’s a great time to use those slippers Grandma gave you, pull out that favorite hoodie and to keep a hot mug of anything nearby. (Bailey’s on Sunday mornings with my coffee is something I’ve really come to enjoy on cool AM hours)

As well, with the fall means the CFL is close to wrapping up and after a horrible season on behalf of my Blue and Gold, I’m looking towards the leaves on the trees changing.

These are words that I’ve heard many, many times and I sometimes I wish that they just weren’t true.
I turned my TV off yesterday early in the 4th quarter as my Bombers were leading the Riders 31-14. Breathing a sigh of relief, I was on the gravy train as I would not have to cough up a 2-4 for Collin, one of a plethora of Rider fans here in The Gas City, something I still don’t understand by the way.

So how is it then, that I still owe Collin a party pack? With 1:11 minutes remaining in the sequel to the Banjo Bowl, my Bombers lived up to their name and literally bombed, losing 31-34 if you can believe it.

Collin, I am a man of my word and will follow through on the case that is owed you but it will be a warm case of beer, one of those cases that mysteriously is left near the heat register by the front door.

Have I learned anything? Nope. Will I still stand by my Blue & Gold? Definitely. Do I regret betting on the Bombers? Slightly, a little slightly.

I was pleasantly surprised the other day when the better half suggested that we look at purchasing an El Camino as a second vehicle and personally, I’m excited at the idea.

Let’s face it, the El Camino is the car that wants to be a truck and I’m definitely okay with that. Even to take it one step further, the El Camino is the mullet of the car industry.

What surprises me the most is that why aren’t they in production anymore?

So for those of you running a trar (combination of a car and truck), you have my respect and even some envy, especially if you’re packing the Royal Knight El Camino.