Beware...the gator!

Written around April 10, 2011 on one of my many work trips to South Florida.

Well I'm back in beautiful Del Boca Vista, Florida visiting the Seinfelds (it's only been a month since last I saw them). After watching The Fighter (any movie that makes me shed a tear is a great one in my book) on the AC direct flight into Fort Lauderdale from YYZ, and after pulling out of the Thrifty car rental in my Grand Prix-winning Chevy Aveo, turned on some tunes and lo-and-behold Whitesnake is cranking out their hit song from the movie. My goodness it's been awhile since B.Brian.Blue flooded the cyber-waves with emailed lyrics to some of rock's sweetest licks (referencing BK's Greatest Hits Vol.1 thru 18). So here's a little tribute to the lost tracks of over night radio with Toronto's favourite EJ, going back to 1987 and to a video that made an adolescent boy into a man...hit it!

"I don't know where I'm going
But, I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But, here I go again
Here I go again
Tho' I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh Lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on
Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
I'm just another heart in need of rescue
Waiting on love's sweet charity
An' I'm gonna hold on
For the rest of my days"

It's a great song when you're driving up the I95 alone at night, with the windows rolled down as the humid, salty air rushes in, as 65 mph is quickly becoming 80 and you're leaving the Confederates in the dust, as you think about home and the road ahead. But that wasn't the song of the day. It amazes me how a song can re-invent itself, even after you've heard it many times but maybe never really listened to it before. Go find the Rolling Stones' Can't You Hear Me Knocking and love that raw, pure rockin' blues.

That was almost as good as Rocky...but the Tiger still rules! And this time around, the bell's ringing for Jun Fan Gung Fu. Who's up for some Hubud? Will be back in the northland soon. Amen brothas and sistas.