Friday, October 24, 2008
The Midnite Ramblers - Stones Place
The Midnite Ramblers
Stones Place, Toronto
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The club known as Stones Place on Toronto’s Queen St West
Really does honour the greatest rock and roll band in the world
Illustrating every step of the Rolling Stones’ career
With images of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
Gracing the space between all four corners of the club’s walls
The low lighting creates a cozy atmosphere
To also browse the original self portraits and artwork by Ronnie Wood
Along the west wall runs a well-stocked bar to grab a beer
On your way to the club’s rear
Where you’ll find low tables surrounded by sexy thin drapery
Hushed whispers and cool fabrics to sink low in couches and chairs
With the performance stage dead centre of the room
Newly-wed Mike Daley arrives fresh from his honeymoon
And we’re ready to rock and roll on a Wednesday night
With a long run back in the eighties
My memories of the Midnite Ramblers ripping it up at places like
Rock and Roll Heaven are fuzzy to say the least
But the Ramblers have been rounded up again
To play for us tonight
The first time here in seven years
Fronted by Craig Martin on lead vocals
Des Leahy and Steve “Pup” Davey flank electric guitars to the left and right
And it’s the songs of the Rolling Stones who take us for a ride on Route 66
When Kid Rock bedecked in a shirt made of Mick’s lips and sporting a camera
Suddenly appears Under My Thumb
“didn’t I meet you at David’s 50th b-day party?”, I ask
As I’m handed a dance floor business card
Craig not only sings but shakes hand-held percussion
As the rock and roll audience yells for a Monkey Man
And Trevor arrives in time to dance with Dead Flowers
I spot a few Mickisms and a slide guitar
Along with a wailing hot and furious mouth organ
As long-haired men shoot pool just like Drew Barrymore
And a lifeguard takes over the dance floor with a Bitch
Angel Marr shows us a steady Hip Shake Thing in a blue & white bandana
Bringing in a heavy drum bash just like ZZ Top
Before the vocals shatter us with “Laughter, joy, and loneliness
And sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, I'm in tatters”
Yes, look at him
With great sha-doobie backup vocals
The band’s on fire
“My brain's been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter”
Way down below I find myself alone
Hovering over a toilet seat on a raised platform behind a stall door
It’s quiet down here I’m thinking
When I suddenly hear low frequencies coming from above my head
Laughing I realize I’m hearing Johnny B’s bass line
Piped down through a speaker for me to pee by
As the band momentarily leaves Mick and the boys behind
To take a Walk on the Wild Side with Lou Reed
But back upstairs I’m reminded
You Can’t Always Get What You Want
Like a Brahma
From a barkeep with no eye contact
Moving quickly back and forth from one end to the other
In front of Keith on the cover of a red Rolling Stone magazine
But there’s a Stella beside a vintage cash register
And the lifeguard is taking over the dance floor with a cake
I can’t help but wonder “will someone get that in the face?”
The set break has us sitting on a couch enveloped by the décor
Décor similar to that of the Sultan’s Tent but without the bellydancers
With the question on everyone’s mind…
“Has FashionTelevision’s senior editor shed a few layers of stress yet?”
“All that inputting and digitizing leaves no time for real editing”, he sighs
But I can’t help but wonder…
How stressful can it be?
For a guy looking at leggy high-heeled super models all day
Nipples and ass cheeks peeking through endless runways
In delicate fabrics by Victoria’s Secret, Yves St Laurent and Jean Paul Gaultier?
Hmmm… sounds like a guy’s dream job if you ask me
But……
“Here, have another Heineken”, I tell the editor
As we all sing Come On, Get Happy
Trevor leaves
When Nights on Broadway follows the Partridge Family
But I’m not the only one who gets excited by The Bee Gees
Because “hey, you like it too!”, she smiles
“I will wait,
even if it takes forever;
I will wait,
even if it takes a life time
takes a life time…”
But set two has me waiting no longer…
Please “do it, do it, do it, doooo it!”
And the one Rolling Stones song I’ve been waiting all year to hear
Is finally played
“Twenty four hours a day
Hey, why don't you go down to the supermarket
Get something to eat, steal something off the shelves
Pass by the liquor store
Be back about quarter to twelve”
The two guitars sound crunchy atop the rhythm section
And Slave is my highlight of the night
I absolutely loved it
Emotional Rescue has two sets of wah wah pedals below male feet
Before Miss You has the lead vocalist taking over the drum kit
Angel Marr has been booted off
But is now quite competently fronting the band
As I pull up for a better view of the new drummer
Wondering… “is there any limit to Mr Martin’s talents?”
“Puerto Rican girls are just dyin’ to meet you”
With another raunchy down below Stella pee
Starf**ker says,“I bet you keep your p***y clean”
Waiting on a Friend is not the requested Sittin’ on a Fence
But the stage reminds us tonight is free to Let it Bleed
And the band Ain’t Too Proud to Beg for Sasha Tukatsch
To leave the comforts of the curtained booth behind
To play some skins on Sympathy for the Devil
As Steve and Des jam their electric guitars to end the last set
And we’re left saying
The Midnite Ramblers still know how to rock
But with barely a drop from beer bottles left
And the call of early morning stress
REO Speedwagon sings over head
So we’re thinking perhaps it’s time for bed
The Midnite Ramblers continue indefinitely at
Stones Place every Wednesday night
http://www.stonesplace.ca/
Stones Place, Toronto
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The club known as Stones Place on Toronto’s Queen St West
Really does honour the greatest rock and roll band in the world
Illustrating every step of the Rolling Stones’ career
With images of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
Gracing the space between all four corners of the club’s walls
The low lighting creates a cozy atmosphere
To also browse the original self portraits and artwork by Ronnie Wood
Along the west wall runs a well-stocked bar to grab a beer
On your way to the club’s rear
Where you’ll find low tables surrounded by sexy thin drapery
Hushed whispers and cool fabrics to sink low in couches and chairs
With the performance stage dead centre of the room
Newly-wed Mike Daley arrives fresh from his honeymoon
And we’re ready to rock and roll on a Wednesday night
With a long run back in the eighties
My memories of the Midnite Ramblers ripping it up at places like
Rock and Roll Heaven are fuzzy to say the least
But the Ramblers have been rounded up again
To play for us tonight
The first time here in seven years
Fronted by Craig Martin on lead vocals
Des Leahy and Steve “Pup” Davey flank electric guitars to the left and right
And it’s the songs of the Rolling Stones who take us for a ride on Route 66
When Kid Rock bedecked in a shirt made of Mick’s lips and sporting a camera
Suddenly appears Under My Thumb
“didn’t I meet you at David’s 50th b-day party?”, I ask
As I’m handed a dance floor business card
Craig not only sings but shakes hand-held percussion
As the rock and roll audience yells for a Monkey Man
And Trevor arrives in time to dance with Dead Flowers
I spot a few Mickisms and a slide guitar
Along with a wailing hot and furious mouth organ
As long-haired men shoot pool just like Drew Barrymore
And a lifeguard takes over the dance floor with a Bitch
Angel Marr shows us a steady Hip Shake Thing in a blue & white bandana
Bringing in a heavy drum bash just like ZZ Top
Before the vocals shatter us with “Laughter, joy, and loneliness
And sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, I'm in tatters”
Yes, look at him
With great sha-doobie backup vocals
The band’s on fire
“My brain's been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter”
Way down below I find myself alone
Hovering over a toilet seat on a raised platform behind a stall door
It’s quiet down here I’m thinking
When I suddenly hear low frequencies coming from above my head
Laughing I realize I’m hearing Johnny B’s bass line
Piped down through a speaker for me to pee by
As the band momentarily leaves Mick and the boys behind
To take a Walk on the Wild Side with Lou Reed
But back upstairs I’m reminded
You Can’t Always Get What You Want
Like a Brahma
From a barkeep with no eye contact
Moving quickly back and forth from one end to the other
In front of Keith on the cover of a red Rolling Stone magazine
But there’s a Stella beside a vintage cash register
And the lifeguard is taking over the dance floor with a cake
I can’t help but wonder “will someone get that in the face?”
The set break has us sitting on a couch enveloped by the décor
Décor similar to that of the Sultan’s Tent but without the bellydancers
With the question on everyone’s mind…
“Has FashionTelevision’s senior editor shed a few layers of stress yet?”
“All that inputting and digitizing leaves no time for real editing”, he sighs
But I can’t help but wonder…
How stressful can it be?
For a guy looking at leggy high-heeled super models all day
Nipples and ass cheeks peeking through endless runways
In delicate fabrics by Victoria’s Secret, Yves St Laurent and Jean Paul Gaultier?
Hmmm… sounds like a guy’s dream job if you ask me
But……
“Here, have another Heineken”, I tell the editor
As we all sing Come On, Get Happy
Trevor leaves
When Nights on Broadway follows the Partridge Family
But I’m not the only one who gets excited by The Bee Gees
Because “hey, you like it too!”, she smiles
“I will wait,
even if it takes forever;
I will wait,
even if it takes a life time
takes a life time…”
But set two has me waiting no longer…
Please “do it, do it, do it, doooo it!”
And the one Rolling Stones song I’ve been waiting all year to hear
Is finally played
“Twenty four hours a day
Hey, why don't you go down to the supermarket
Get something to eat, steal something off the shelves
Pass by the liquor store
Be back about quarter to twelve”
The two guitars sound crunchy atop the rhythm section
And Slave is my highlight of the night
I absolutely loved it
Emotional Rescue has two sets of wah wah pedals below male feet
Before Miss You has the lead vocalist taking over the drum kit
Angel Marr has been booted off
But is now quite competently fronting the band
As I pull up for a better view of the new drummer
Wondering… “is there any limit to Mr Martin’s talents?”
“Puerto Rican girls are just dyin’ to meet you”
With another raunchy down below Stella pee
Starf**ker says,“I bet you keep your p***y clean”
Waiting on a Friend is not the requested Sittin’ on a Fence
But the stage reminds us tonight is free to Let it Bleed
And the band Ain’t Too Proud to Beg for Sasha Tukatsch
To leave the comforts of the curtained booth behind
To play some skins on Sympathy for the Devil
As Steve and Des jam their electric guitars to end the last set
And we’re left saying
The Midnite Ramblers still know how to rock
But with barely a drop from beer bottles left
And the call of early morning stress
REO Speedwagon sings over head
So we’re thinking perhaps it’s time for bed
The Midnite Ramblers continue indefinitely at
Stones Place every Wednesday night
http://www.stonesplace.ca/