tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22297719976838415222024-03-20T21:27:59.461-07:00SJKristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623690895044366069noreply@blogger.comBlogger605125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-91425433364475187292022-01-26T21:49:00.003-08:002022-01-27T11:57:48.365-08:00I'M 64 - HERE'S 64 THINGS I KNOW
I’m 64. I can’t believe how time flies. And yes I know that’s what old people say.
There a Kevin Costner movie called The Guardian, and there’s a scene where Kevin’s character is talking to the bartender played by Bonnie Bramlett, who gives a short speech about getting old. “Getting old isn’t bad. Getting old - it’s earned”. It’s a short moving speech that you might like to see.
Me? I look back on my life, the things I’ve done, the people who poured into me and the things I’ve learned. <div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQ5t4T3aXO0P1zIKQ0IFSQzagO0rcRejkmr1B7S3SBRphsBLh1gZgjFVi-XGLYZs8szbR-B8n3bqQQxwwSChf1XodsGLBFNZ2eYjBenn0g8SOXCe2dtibWBSqxzpJT9IhV0NGJruxlS0ciLs-lZo9idPM9g214kxhc4RVK9gWNAaIIyGGdmXzQ9CBJ6Q=s3088" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQ5t4T3aXO0P1zIKQ0IFSQzagO0rcRejkmr1B7S3SBRphsBLh1gZgjFVi-XGLYZs8szbR-B8n3bqQQxwwSChf1XodsGLBFNZ2eYjBenn0g8SOXCe2dtibWBSqxzpJT9IhV0NGJruxlS0ciLs-lZo9idPM9g214kxhc4RVK9gWNAaIIyGGdmXzQ9CBJ6Q=w480-h640" width="480" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And here are 64 things I’ve learned up to the age of 64. Many are quotes from movies and famous people and my friends. If not references, the quotes are mine. I’ve listed them in no particular order. </div><div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Stretch your body every day. </li><li>Stay flexible. Don’t go into debt. It’s nearly impossible to get out. </li><li>You get what you pay for. Stop looking for cheap deals. </li><li>Do what you say you’ll do otherwise you’ll never be trusted. </li><li>"Once you give up your dreams, you die." (Jennifer Beals in "Flashdance") </li><li>Don’t be late. It’s unprofessional. </li><li>Don’t ever tell anybody everything. Some secrets are not meant to be shared. (Don Shafer) </li><li>If you look after your things they’ll last longer. (Mom). </li><li>Keep your stories short. People are only listening until there’s a squirrel. And there’s always a squirrel.</li><li>Never say "never". The last time I said "never" I ended up in Nicaragua. </li><li>Great ideas can have bad timing. Sometimes you need to wait. (Pastor Wayne Lucas) </li><li>If you’re wondering if God is involved, look for the fruit. (Pastor Wayne Lucas) </li><li>Best friends are only around until the wind changes direction or your money runs out, whichever comes first. </li><li>Some people are eternally unreliable. Keep your distance. </li><li>"Everything ends badly, otherwise it wouldn’t end." (Tom Cruise in "Cocktail") </li><li>Have a hero to follow. (Matthew McConaughey) </li><li>Someone is watching you. How you act. What you say. Be a hero to someone else. </li><li>Don’t get sucked in to nonsense.</li><li>You can’t fix everything that goes wrong. Let it go.</li><li>You can’t figure everything out. Let God do his job. </li><li>People change and the memories remain. Cherish the memories. </li><li>Get a dog. </li><li>You can talk about doing good deeds but unless you actually do them, you’ve done nothing. </li><li>The journey is what brings us happiness, not the destination. (Peaceful Warrior movie) </li><li>Be nice. Be nice to everyone. (Tarzan Dan) </li><li>Car rides are better when someone else is driving. (Pip Lucas) </li><li>If you’re sick, get meds, get therapy and pray. It’s a good combination. </li><li>The speed limit may be low but ramp speeds never lie. (Marvin Sandomirsky) </li><li>There’s someone worse off than you. Buy them dinner. Buy them a bed. </li><li>When someone offers you a bottle of water, accept it. It’s not because you’re thirsty. It’s because you’re polite. </li><li>Surrendering your time and inconveniencing yourself for someone else feels really good. </li><li>Save your money for at least one really good bucket list event. </li><li>People think you know what you’re talking about when you’re older. Even if you don’t. </li><li>"There’s never nothing going on." (From "Peaceful Warrior") </li><li>Spend more time being grateful for what you have and less time asking for more stuff. </li><li>Coke is delicious. Coke brings a smile. It is never insincere, it is never late. It calms me whenI’m frustrated and gratifies me when I’m happy. Coke is always a sight for sore eyes. It is always bubbly. Always quenches. It far outweighs the cavities. Coke is always there for me. Coke is it.</li><li>When you steal an idea, leave one for someone else. </li><li>Don’t wait until your idea is perfect. When it’s 90% ready, launch it. You can fix the rest on the fly. (Terry Williams) </li><li>Don’t follow your heart - the heart deceives. Don’t follow your nose - the direction changes. Follow the giver of dreams. (Rich Mullins)</li><li>Ask yourself “who cares?” If noone cares, why do it? </li><li>Ask yourself “so what?” If it doesn’t matter, why do it? </li><li>Don’t let your kids run your life. There’s always a babysitter if you really want one. </li><li>Go on dates. Get a life. </li><li>When people are guilty, they dance to avoid embarrassment. Stop the dancing. </li><li>If people can’t admit to being wrong, never expect them to being honest. </li><li>If you ate the steak, you pay for it. (Judge Judy) </li><li>Don’t hang up your Christianity for a movie, for a song, or especially a person. You’re a Christian all the time. Live it. </li><li>“I screwed up. I’m sorry” Five words that will let you off the hook. </li><li>Knowing “just enough” is an unfulfilled life. </li><li>Aim for the middle. You’re guaranteed to have an average life. Aim higher. Even if you miss, you’re likely going to be further ahead. (Charlie Peacock) </li><li>God gave you time. What are you doing with it? </li><li>Look for a need and fill the need with what you have. </li><li>The more money you have, the more you can give away. (A Christian friend) </li><li>Nobody cares as much as you. </li><li>You can’t lead someone somewhere if you haven’t been there yourself. </li><li>Have a willingness to look stupid. Have the stamina to keep going. </li><li>Surround yourself with people smarter than you. </li><li>Work your ass off while you’re young, so when you’re older you can enjoy the ride. (Christopher Ward) </li><li>The concept of “fun and learning”. If you’re having fun but not learning anything, keep doing it. If you’re not having fun, but you’re still learning something, keep doing it. If you’re not having fun and you’re not learning anything, go do something else. </li><li> Some of the best songs were written on drugs. </li><li>People love to shoot the visionary and tell you your idea won’t work. If you’re a visionary, get used to it. (Jay Davis) </li><li>Being a public person can be lonely. I have fewer friends. I second guess myself. </li><li>Where does it say that our ministry always has to be expanding? “It’s written on our hearts.” (Pastor Todd Dugard) </li><li>Write it down. You'll forget if you don't.</li><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifbMGd5Do6FoCLgrBorZjl6_IEZCfZUcAQV8PiDBVUcdZO0ehwYG8i0O_4ZuLUAyIIcvMnNtWgiQvvtTXyVSGmgWmiwxhL4AcRzYhjpZs_ZL7im8YMFY5X6cbecnEtWdJ_96FrFNn13Ia6MdKvRsvis5swQiNekeXXjASX4hrHuOeYxn-l8_n0ra7Dgg=s966" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="966" data-original-width="750" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifbMGd5Do6FoCLgrBorZjl6_IEZCfZUcAQV8PiDBVUcdZO0ehwYG8i0O_4ZuLUAyIIcvMnNtWgiQvvtTXyVSGmgWmiwxhL4AcRzYhjpZs_ZL7im8YMFY5X6cbecnEtWdJ_96FrFNn13Ia6MdKvRsvis5swQiNekeXXjASX4hrHuOeYxn-l8_n0ra7Dgg=w300-h387" width="300" /></a></div><br /></li></ol></div></div></div>Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-21897644844966510842020-12-22T14:39:00.003-08:002020-12-22T19:22:48.203-08:002020 - FIND THE GOOD MEMORIES FROM A LOUSY YEAR<p>2020 was about wearing a mask to avoid spreading the Coronavirus. It was also about arguing with friends over conspiracy theories, government lockdown decisions, and, well, that's about it. Covid-19 dominated all of our lives.</p><p>I'm trying to find some good memories from 2020 and really that wasn't hard. These memories did not include cruising the seas as we love to do or attending a major concert, but two things I've learned are:</p><p>1) I can do with less. I've had to. </p><p>2) Companionship and feeling social is my love language. </p><p>Now, here are 15 things I want to remember from 2020. Maybe it wasn't really that bad after all. </p><p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWXphgt7-B6PJvNAKsR6Dx4KE3UY8cTABsRWFl5JxVHuNoL2i_chfXjZeV59uEAi45tOGhiWEw2VrxgTrRg1htL8kruIBxsLvPnrYBcWewU5VhCQrb5_Qe8G4o0yGad2esOtaKRpxXrdL/s2048/15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWXphgt7-B6PJvNAKsR6Dx4KE3UY8cTABsRWFl5JxVHuNoL2i_chfXjZeV59uEAi45tOGhiWEw2VrxgTrRg1htL8kruIBxsLvPnrYBcWewU5VhCQrb5_Qe8G4o0yGad2esOtaKRpxXrdL/w480-h640/15.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I stepped down from my role as Station Manager at LIFE 100.3. It was 21 years in that position and I was just tired of doing the same things. I guess I am in semi-retirement because I still have duties at LIFE 100.3. I still believe in the ministry and am grateful for the impact the radio station has had on the lives of listeners in Central Ontario.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjZyzrQ5TFTukj5BcLKs98PfpyyAN_WtvidkCzpXzqi0x7C1HCL0R6UFEQdVj4vJT13a9wvCDnBFOPATBogbO364fHI03vFiVdpTUKfDX019AhgoUlS_ttXPhgs1MoHJqEKoUIPO38Z4w/s2048/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjZyzrQ5TFTukj5BcLKs98PfpyyAN_WtvidkCzpXzqi0x7C1HCL0R6UFEQdVj4vJT13a9wvCDnBFOPATBogbO364fHI03vFiVdpTUKfDX019AhgoUlS_ttXPhgs1MoHJqEKoUIPO38Z4w/w480-h640/14.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This process of removing my horribly yellow and decayed upper teeth and replacing them with new teeth took nearly two years. The "all on four in one day" (meaning all your teeth are replaced with four pins in your jaw in one long surgery) didn't happen as planned. It ended up being all on six over 18 months. I needed bone reconstruction before the pins went in. It was a ridiculously long process and many more dental appointments than you would believe. It's done. I'm happy. But, I'm not sure if I would encourage anyone else to do this.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5rxi0UAmxPy4DsPTAdXpTk56GuRyHBabqC3w08TAqXSBRVpRP0Sf-Xrhc3l8iZZEuIWLtZ1i5AiLVeTBNi2s8CtxtK3bzm8NdW3u7s9Tof1kxuRhY84oH4gLM6FSVKhfHJWq6SHEh___/s2048/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5rxi0UAmxPy4DsPTAdXpTk56GuRyHBabqC3w08TAqXSBRVpRP0Sf-Xrhc3l8iZZEuIWLtZ1i5AiLVeTBNi2s8CtxtK3bzm8NdW3u7s9Tof1kxuRhY84oH4gLM6FSVKhfHJWq6SHEh___/w480-h640/13.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my friend Paul from North Bay. Throughout 2020 our friendship got richer as we visited each other nearly every month, with Covid's permission. We had planned on travelling to London, England in September and those plans got derailed. Sure hope we can do it in 2021.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXj_2yykcdclNcUjXLX-uTeRi8ZhGZmYp2eAxEeBtMxy1sChsIngz81znMCvYGwBa8_OgYdOIb3S3gZ1r2souBTU8C1mAMmEbeRFoWSM7LaukGNzNuDbc_x9ggxDkHC7bZqbithCvxvsLZ/s2048/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXj_2yykcdclNcUjXLX-uTeRi8ZhGZmYp2eAxEeBtMxy1sChsIngz81znMCvYGwBa8_OgYdOIb3S3gZ1r2souBTU8C1mAMmEbeRFoWSM7LaukGNzNuDbc_x9ggxDkHC7bZqbithCvxvsLZ/w480-h640/12.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My best friend is a Kangaroo. He bikes with me, he roadies for me, he cracks my back when it's all seized up. He doesn't need things to keep him happy. He isn't materialistic. He never holds a grudge. Andrew is the nicest person I know.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcqvYry1PcZ7uR7EMZMKZSMpmPBwFf2Zjnt87a_sHM_TRoNqQzwRsgHIP5VgkQvdQfxAT331vQWf8ygIyFfv7oWgGlGH0tRuetALEcreEcn29cE70H-_J3c_mDeB5UfDwu_gJTU5kWg1_/s2048/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcqvYry1PcZ7uR7EMZMKZSMpmPBwFf2Zjnt87a_sHM_TRoNqQzwRsgHIP5VgkQvdQfxAT331vQWf8ygIyFfv7oWgGlGH0tRuetALEcreEcn29cE70H-_J3c_mDeB5UfDwu_gJTU5kWg1_/w400-h300/10.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Several times a year Janice and I throw house parties. We bring in a band to rock the house and we typically invited about 40 people to squeeze in, enjoy the view over Lake Simcoe and enjoy a rockin' band. In February, we were blessed to have Jason Dunn who is the original lead singer with Hawk Nelson come and perform. His story-telling was awesome. And his last minute percussionist played just fine.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5G2dMGkPwonK6DfOMOnmoPl-0bAazN901sJockww2eTLPOMu20bbyYCrLGWmJU4CZZEy-53anOhSkNwY4__eoxs1w32Qm5tDYpdluOmeVJnvFjWWAr7NfiAgxN7nzuhk7CF3sriAvsRAr/s1080/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5G2dMGkPwonK6DfOMOnmoPl-0bAazN901sJockww2eTLPOMu20bbyYCrLGWmJU4CZZEy-53anOhSkNwY4__eoxs1w32Qm5tDYpdluOmeVJnvFjWWAr7NfiAgxN7nzuhk7CF3sriAvsRAr/w400-h400/9.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The SJ Home Gym & Athletic Centre has been busy all year. I am fortunate to have a bunch of guys who like to work out and enjoy hanging out with me through the week. My buddy Bobby installed some cool lighting and a sound system and Todd installed giant mirrors. I'm grateful at age 63 that I can do this and sometimes keep up with my younger friends - like Professor Jordon.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Y_4JwhUyyxM-Bk-qqiclPj9DCEEfZeG9BX0IqXFDC1ObXGifh9mcAZagSthPxVYBqP_FmXgTUl2p-ixFm0dDC4hGXkiYyoPxci3wr9s8lukuLCPV74lM5Jz5XKUBiyt6d9ZkrP9-lysE/s2048/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Y_4JwhUyyxM-Bk-qqiclPj9DCEEfZeG9BX0IqXFDC1ObXGifh9mcAZagSthPxVYBqP_FmXgTUl2p-ixFm0dDC4hGXkiYyoPxci3wr9s8lukuLCPV74lM5Jz5XKUBiyt6d9ZkrP9-lysE/w400-h400/8.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For half of 2019, I was churchless. Living For Jesus Outreach Ministries ceased it's Sunday services so I began attending Bethel Community Church because they needed a percussionist. After a year of Sundays, I decided to make Bethel my home church. Pastor Stephan seems to think I have good ideas and is eager to make changes. I think God has me in the right place at this time.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVi-TXj-QxyvVHxJGUeQ3TlLE2M7D19whREYEobX-UvES4WVyXTYjjiTx4yY_wNv3xqYNl59YynBV6GUKLpgxoUb4FCsvB6wlTLxMQvQfiFUP6J5yNbZeLhW_29rqWsh2YcL_mJI7-mZbi/s2048/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVi-TXj-QxyvVHxJGUeQ3TlLE2M7D19whREYEobX-UvES4WVyXTYjjiTx4yY_wNv3xqYNl59YynBV6GUKLpgxoUb4FCsvB6wlTLxMQvQfiFUP6J5yNbZeLhW_29rqWsh2YcL_mJI7-mZbi/w300-h400/6.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've managed many artists, played with them, booked them, guided them and funded them. In November, I became the artist! I recorded a song with me on vocals. This is a bucket list project of 3 songs. The first one is nearly done. "Blame It On Cain". I don't have plans for sales or radio airplay - it's just the process I want to experience for myself, with a profession producer.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KyZpuCbSY_AVQ8JsXH7fw20gF1tCqo3l9yhZynlgFa3p86t5gg_xJUS9KC74p5907ew9GlyLDp2Wvr-lzDdGAK94wG5ci6ot_6ki-oZj4dO0vBpqWnD9W-FAWmlviFWzRt-_ZuJvjlOm/s2048/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KyZpuCbSY_AVQ8JsXH7fw20gF1tCqo3l9yhZynlgFa3p86t5gg_xJUS9KC74p5907ew9GlyLDp2Wvr-lzDdGAK94wG5ci6ot_6ki-oZj4dO0vBpqWnD9W-FAWmlviFWzRt-_ZuJvjlOm/w400-h300/5.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my good friends is Chris Bray. We met professionally as he is a recording artist, we became friends, and then good friends. We chat almost daily, talking about his music projects (and he has many), talking about our fitness goals and family stuff. In September, Chris brought his family to the Oro Station Super City Centre to hang out for the day.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMx89QqnRsYIbTgIz0cSwNLx1RhLB879FTJtV78VdwlMfTxhzFywepJhV_YZcuDjwAvv6F6ycDjjZvKJAUX8keb7kMw9MwAiUmhOAfRJUMZWeQ3__mzIqIxtSof1ppnBLh6W7n-UWPLV4U/s2015/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1511" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMx89QqnRsYIbTgIz0cSwNLx1RhLB879FTJtV78VdwlMfTxhzFywepJhV_YZcuDjwAvv6F6ycDjjZvKJAUX8keb7kMw9MwAiUmhOAfRJUMZWeQ3__mzIqIxtSof1ppnBLh6W7n-UWPLV4U/w480-h640/4.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Jeff Catto. He is a new recording artist based in Waterloo. We met professionally, and then became friends. He's invited to play percussion with his band - and his band rocks! I am a huge fan of Jeff because he sings with passion! His vocals are powerful and they cover you. Because of Covid, many shows were cancelled but we squeezed in a youth event in November. All he needs is a manager.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezj8x7FY2krrwCGqwyh-qMh4p1LjYt-xfbp6gynMFtWVEvAdT2DzjjstKzomd7eO5hfnHtkcNi-BDTJU5k9j1yFIwzDqTvbvNReBG5ED8UAmP1YZ-v_ZzOp-VFtEzTPnwQrbLMaHKpXWI/s2048/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezj8x7FY2krrwCGqwyh-qMh4p1LjYt-xfbp6gynMFtWVEvAdT2DzjjstKzomd7eO5hfnHtkcNi-BDTJU5k9j1yFIwzDqTvbvNReBG5ED8UAmP1YZ-v_ZzOp-VFtEzTPnwQrbLMaHKpXWI/w400-h300/3.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My weekly radio show on CJAI "Amherst Island Radio" is now four years old. I host "The Scott Jackson Show" on this community radio station near Kingston, where I began my on-air career 40 years ago. On this show, I play the classic rock songs I played back then when they were new on CKLC, plus some new material. And I have a team of people in the studio. Some of these people are Todd, Steve, the Kangaroo and Crystal. Others have come to fill in from time to time.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4H8dL7ZAMDbFIk1dkwNEOw1QSBB8SGo6YWFwozDqIoDDgrXcmoJpBtXtQIjREbEQFOKvUMpXzSyOzfRabIfrKzU1ynBVskSXWd98abOZdOWr-j0eQ2dWPau5vMwrlzm1jNh-adFgsKM_8/s2048/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4H8dL7ZAMDbFIk1dkwNEOw1QSBB8SGo6YWFwozDqIoDDgrXcmoJpBtXtQIjREbEQFOKvUMpXzSyOzfRabIfrKzU1ynBVskSXWd98abOZdOWr-j0eQ2dWPau5vMwrlzm1jNh-adFgsKM_8/w480-h640/2.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ottawa is my favourite city. It's the one city I wish my radio career had taken me to. Since it didn't, I take a 3-day vacation every year, ride my bike along the Rideau Canal bike path, shop for clothes at the Rideau Centre and tell myself "this is my city."</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxn7kAtB-XEBev3C7HAs-YHZp4Xe-2lJoBl9mMC7hscSOhyvKGB5-tIbDtTxM9cKPRE4koITbBRcvNyT7j62eQPAv__t-RxyU6JrXPqI2iuPf_ZwvmAUWkugT3Xl0T7lTEQWdglyCVjVu/s2048/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxn7kAtB-XEBev3C7HAs-YHZp4Xe-2lJoBl9mMC7hscSOhyvKGB5-tIbDtTxM9cKPRE4koITbBRcvNyT7j62eQPAv__t-RxyU6JrXPqI2iuPf_ZwvmAUWkugT3Xl0T7lTEQWdglyCVjVu/w480-h640/1.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last but not least is my wife Janice. In 2021 we will celebrate our 40th wedding anniversary. We met in grade 7 and have been together ever since. We have travelled and cruised the world, loved and buried our dogs, founded a ministry and support each other as our health changes and age demands choices. Still going strong. </td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">NOT A BAD YEAR, WHEN YOU CONSIDER A GLOBAL PANDEMIC!</span></b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-64491593378292235642020-01-14T11:38:00.001-08:002020-01-14T11:38:06.990-08:00MEMORIES AND REGRETSI'm a radio broadcaster. I'm a musician. I'm an artist manager. Going through old photo albums I've relived some memories and I thought I would share my the best and worst, of those I can still remember, as they pertain to being a radio guy, a percussionist and an artist manager.<br />
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<b><u>AS A RADIO GUY</u></b><br />
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<b>CAREER HIGHLIGHT - </b> The launch of LIFE 100.3 - August 15, 1999.<br />
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* Runner-up - there is nothing close.<br />
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<b>BEST MOMENT </b>- A visit by Geoff Moore to LIFE. While Steve Jones was the DJ, together Steve and Geoff counted down the "Top 5 Geoff Songs" personally picked by me, for him to talk about. I sat on the floor behind the DJ - watching, listening to personal song testimony by the artist who introduced me to all of Christian music. (Geoff second left)<br />
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* Runner-up - LIFE Sharathon 2019 - we didn't hit the financial goals, but it was fun, organized and I felt our announcers presentation was as close to perfect as it could ever be.<br />
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<b>CAREER LOW POINT</b> - Getting fired at WAY-FM in Nashville in 1997. Losing my dream job. Leaving the house we loved and an amazing city behind, driving my family back to Canada. Photo below, moments before departure.<br />
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*Runner-up- Getting verbally berated by the boss at a radio station. 1986.<br />
* 2nd Runner-up - Lying to my staff and working for an unethical owner. 1997.<br />
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<b>PROUD MOMENT</b> - Listening to Junky Rhodes on LIFE one night, enthusiastically taking listener phone calls. I phoned him to say "you sound great" but he didn't answer the phone. The next day I found out that the show was recorded, including the listener calls, and after 35 years in radio, I couldn't tell the difference. 2014.<br />
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* Runner-up - Rod O'Brien (aka Chris Cooper) doing afternoon drive at AM/58 in Kapuskasing. I was Rod's boss. It was a milestone moment, one afternoon on the air when he found his smile. This is the actual show, below 1987.<br />
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<b><u>AS MUSICIAN - PERCUSSIONIST </u></b><br />
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<b>BEST MOMENT </b>- Playing "La La Land" with All Star United (Ian Eskelin and Dave Clo) on my patio for my 60th birthday. 2017.<br />
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* Runner-up - Playing "Avalanche" in my house on New Year's Eve with Handsome and Gretyl. While dying to jump in and play along, it was their moment, until Brett said - "We're going to need some percussion here, Daddy." 2017. Three minutes of musical emotion. It'll probably never happen again. It'll never come close. Brett and Gretyl have no clue.<br />
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<b>BEST SHOW - </b>Playing percussion for Brian Doerksen in concert while he sang "Faithful One" 2019. I rehearsed my part for two weeks so I would know the songs intimately. Brian is Canada's most beloved worship songwriter.<br />
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<b><u>AS A MANAGER</u></b><br />
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<b>PROUDEST MOMENT</b> - Watching Anthem For Today play "Earthquake" as a new Canadian artist at the Covenant Awards and then winning and their acceptance of the Covenant Award for Modern Rock Song of the Year in 2013 presented by the Gospel Music Assocation.<br />
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* Runner-up - The Handsome and Gretyl Summer Tour 2016, I was walking the sidewalk in downtown Los Angeles, looking for the venue- The Mint nightclub where we were performing that evening. A club, in L.A., baby! BOOM!<br />
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<b>SHINING MOMENT</b> - Arranging the Travel Agenda (arrangements for air travel, ground travel, activities, connections, songwriting, meals, hotel, money and city tour) for a trip to Nashville on behalf of Luke Langman so he could record "Let's Go Christmas Caroling" with Ian Eskelin.<br />
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* Runner-up - My artist Luke Langman opening for Brian Doerksen in Peterborough in 2019. I made connection to have Brian sing a verse of Luke's song "Every Word You Say". Just like on the record.<br />
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<b>BEST CONCERT</b> - Anthem For Today playing at Emmanuel Baptist Church in Barrie for the youth group. The best audience, ever! The youth pastor yells to a kid "put your shirt back on!" The girls were going crazy for the band. It was an exhilarating show. Unfortunately, it ended with a kill-joy by the youth pastor but my memory of the audience and that show - was amazing.<br />
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<b>BEST WORK</b> - "Worthy" by All Rescued Children. Arranging the studio recording session, vetoing a track so our new members could record a part, the eventual release and national promotion; the video shoot, the guest appearance by Francois Gouderault Jr., the photoshoot, hospitality and cheerleading. This project was the culmination of all I had learned as a manager.<br />
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* Runner-up - The CD release for Tom Roe. He had no part in the arrangement of the event, only the stage performance with the musicians and setlist. The radio promotion and details of the event was envisioned by me. It was a milestone moment to honour Tom.<br />
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<b>WORST SHOW</b> - Anthem For Today, early in our work together, the boys were opening a show in Ottawa. Our drummer couldn't go so we hired a fill-in (talented) drummer whom we had never met or played with. We had lousy sound, and some other bad stuff. Then, we all had a near-death experience in an elevator.<br />
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* Runner-up - A recent show that was unrehearsed, not soundchecked and just plain sloppy.<br />
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<b>REGRETS</b> - Leaving after the first leg of the 2016 Handsome and Gretyl North American Tour. There was junk bothering me but I should have pushed through it. I gave in. Now, I live with haunting regret of not completing the final leg.<br />
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* Runner-up - I miss road managing AFT so bad - it hurts. (photo below is a mini-reunion)<br />
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<br />Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-43536972754894346052020-01-06T12:07:00.002-08:002020-01-06T12:07:47.714-08:00New Year's ResolutionsI think New Year’s resolutions are a good idea. It’s a new year. We have a new mindset so why not set some goals for self-improvement?<br />
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Many people don’t. They think they’ll break them so what’s the point? The point is - you try. And if you fail, you try again. Being afraid to fail is being afraid of life.<br />
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I attended a Wealth Management Expo two years ago. Not because I want to be wealthy, but because - Sylvester Stallone was there and I really wanted to see him in person. He is a self-made success story but, the other six speakers all had great stories of having nothing and making something of themselves. The line that was repeated was, <b>“I failed nine times, but the tenth time was a success.” </b>Most people don’t have the energy or faith to try again or start over. Maybe they're embarrassed. Or lazy? Or something.<br />
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The “failing nine times” is inspiring to me. If the greats fail, then I shouldn’t be afraid to fail.<br />
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So, I set my resolution goals with that in mind. If I fail, I won’t give up - I'll start again. What’s the alternative? To never improve? I don’t want to be that guy.<br />
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Here are the things I resolve to work on this year.<br />
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I’m going to check my list every couple of months to see how I’m doing. If I’m not doing as well as I hope to, then I’ll get a bit more serious about the “delay”.<br />
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Happy new year!Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-1372509732236530232019-12-24T04:08:00.000-08:002019-12-26T14:19:01.355-08:00MEET MY GYM FRIENDS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robert Brandon III - Sound guy - Barrie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blake Van Dolder - He's like Halley's Comet - I love seeing him but he only comes by once in a hundred years, it seems.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Richard Vanderster - retired - Barrie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chris Owen with Earl Batchelor - friends</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glen Sye - LIFE 100.3. - Wasaga Beach</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More buddies Robbert Brandon III, Me and Matthew Martin - Barrie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Todd Gale - LIFE 100.3</td></tr>
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One of the most improved members of the
gym is 25-year-old Matthew Martin. I like him because he's got 25-year old energy and thankfully, at this point, I’m able to keep up. Matthew is following my workout schedule. We have
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<span class="s2">Just because you go to the gym doesn't mean you're actually working out. Your mom and girlfriends may tell you so, and sometimes even your wife, although not mine. "Oh honey, you look great!"</span> And, the ego is fed. It's nice to have the affirmation.<br />
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<b>So, my people, are you progressing? Being transformed? How do you know? I made up a 5-point criteria that you can use to determine your own transformation.</b><br />
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<span class="s2"><b>1 - The Mirror - </b>When I look in the mirror do
I see improvement? Let’s be real. We see what we want to see. Some days I see
Zac Efron when I look at the mirror and other days I see a flabby old man. </span>Since the mirror is unreliable I only consider half of what I think I see and move to another criteria.</div>
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<span class="s2">2 - What do <b>other people</b> say
about my physique? This only counts if it is unsolicited. Your family members don't count. Neither does your wife. (My wife hasn't comment on my physique since I was 17.) People like to say nice things so (possibly) their answers unreliable.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="s2">3 - Am I pressing and curling and squatting <b>more weight now</b>
than I did one year ago? That's easy to track by journalling the results of each workout. Either you are increasing or you're not.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="s2">4 - Are my <b>biceps bigger</b> and is
my waist smaller than it was a year ago? With a measuring tape, it's hard to lie, so long as your partner measures fairly. This is perhaps one of the best criteria of the four.</span><br />
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<span class="s2">5 - The last criteria is an easy
one. <b>Your body weight</b>. Stand on the scale. Are you going up or are you going down? Yes, muscle weighs more than fat so you need the other four criteria to balance it all out.</span><br />
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<span class="s2">None of these five criteria on their own tell the real story but put together we get a more realistic picture.</span><br />
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<b>Please note - I am not a trained fitness instructor but I've learned alot of stuff over the years from different coaches. My posts are only to journal what I do. Feel free to follow along or make up your own.</b><br />
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<span class="s2">I am just an average guy, with average energy and some minor limitations. I am 62, I don't drink or smoke and I seem to have good genetics to keep me slim. </span><br />
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I am probably foolish for
posting many of these photos publicly. Perhaps I am too stupid to be embarrassed, or as the haters say, I am "self-absorbed". Probably true. But, I'm confident and content that my fitness training ain't doin' too bad.<br />
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<span class="s2"><b>1 - The mirror</b> - Generally, what I see is pretty good. I think my muscle tone is staying ahead of my age. There's still a roll around the belly, which comes from my junk food diet. I could improve.</span></div>
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<span class="s2"><b>2 - What other people say. </b> No question, when someone tells you you're in good shape it's nice to hear. It's nice to be encouraged. Thank you. I do the same with my gym buddies.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span class="s2"><b>3 - Amount lifted. </b>I wish I had
room for a bench press so I could get back to benching 185 but dumbbells is
what I have in the gym. I really don't know what amount I can bench. My spider curls are pretty good as I compare myself to other guys my size. For my age, to keep with with a 20 year old, ya, i like that. </span><br />
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<span class="s2">When it comes to tricep exercises I have a setback because of the C7 in my neck being squashed by arthritis. The nerve is squashed so it can't talk to the muscle. Consequently, my triceps have shrunk so all my strength comes from other music groups.</span><br />
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<span class="s2">Up until six months ago, I avoided doing legs. I'm not a runner - not even interested. But my friend Chris Bray encouraged me to skip and do air squats and calf raises, which I do, and I actually enjoy it. And...I think there's muscle progress. :) </span><br />
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<b>4 - Bicep size</b> Looks to me like I'm half an inch
less this year than last year. It could be the way the tape measure went around my arm
that made the difference or more likely that my muscle mass could actually be shrinking. (Currrently 15 inches post workout.) As long as I can maintain definition, the size actually is important.</div>
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<b><span class="s2">5 </span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></b><span class="s2"><b>- Body weight. </b> I
never thought I would be able to get below 180. My body likes being their. I few years ago I peaked at 188
pounds and that was a huge slap in the face. I got down to 182 but I longed for anything under 170 because I thought my abs would show.</span><br />
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surgery I could only eat soft foods for three weeks which took me down to 175 and with a little
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increase it by 10 pounds but I think I’m going to aim for 165 and see how that
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<span class="s2">In the annual assessment I've lost 8 mounds. I've toned up a bit. My lifting in terms of "how much can I lift" hasn't increased. The mirror sometimes looks good. Other people are complimentary. I'm happy. I'm content. If this is the best i can do at age 62, I'm pretty happy.</span><br />
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<span class="s2">There are guys who want to be beach-ripped, and amaze people with shock and awe. For me, that would be over the line of good taste. I don't want people staring at me and I'm sure my wife doesn't! I just want to be fit in a t-shirt.</span><br />
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My mission with this page is to a) keep myself accountable by working out every day, knowing people are following me. And b) to encourage other guys my age to start working out before it's too late. I don't mean like the Incredible Hulk or Arnold. Let's be honest - we can work out all day and never look like them! I'm reaching out to average guys, who want to look a little better than average.<br />
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We can build on the bodies God gave us. So guys, before the flexibility is gone and the muscle disappears, hit the gym. Let's do this! Uh, easy at first.<br />
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If you want my specific program, feel feel to ask. scott@moreradio.ca </div>
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Choosing favourite photos from 12 months of photo files wasn't easy and I've probably forgotten a few important events. Here are some precious moments captured in picture, starting with the biggest event, which is actually more of an issue than an event - and it is far from over.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">The caption says it all. What it doesn't say, is how many of these shows I played in 2019.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">I played with several recording artists in 2019 - Brian Doerksen, Sean Dayton, Chris Bray, Jeff Catto, Luke Langman, Matt Fox, Drew Brown and Jeremy Benjamin to name a few.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">FEBRUARY - Todd Gale and I took a trip to Nashville in February to attend a two-night retro concert. There were six artists each night - Wes King, Clay Crosse, Eddie DeGarmo, Geoff Moore, Guardian, the Katinas, Big Tent Revival, Rick Cua - who am I forgetting? In this photo above - L-R Phil Keaggy, Clay Crosse, Geoff Moore, Eddie DeGarmo (sitting), Tammy Trent, Al Denson, Jaci Valesquez and Jamie Rowe (Guardian)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">The next day, after the Retro Concert, we took a side adventure to the Johnny Cash museum and then Ubered to his gravesite. These gravemarkers are beautiful black marble.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">FEBRUARY - This is Ken Bell. He was the producer at CHAB in Moose Jaw where we worked together in 1986. I had not seen him for more than 30 years. When he told me he had cancer and was ready to pass, I few to Saskatchewan to reminisce and say my goodbyes. Here we are jamming to "Knockin' On Heaven's Door", me using his coffee table as an instrument.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">APRIL - I had dental surgery - twice. The big one was extracting my entire upper rack of teeth, as I wait for implants. The last 12 months has been a series of appointments, no teeth, dentures, repairs, more waiting - I'm sure it will look wonderful but I can't wait for this to end, next January.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">JUNE - My annual bike trip in Ottawa along the Rideau Canal. Tom Roe joined me for the fun...which also included two biking accidents!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">My hand slipped on the handlebar and the bike spun, I flew off, landing on my head - without a helmet. There was lots of<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">JUNE - I know this photo is buried in the list, but without question this WAS the best part of 2019. A concert in the Oro Station Super City Centre featuring the Rolling Stones! And my ticket got me in the pit - the closest I've ever been, or likely will be. Close? Ah ya. This photo was not even zoomed in.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AUGUST - New family photo! Kyler, AJ, Dallas, Crystal, me, Janice, Oliver, Gretyl, Elliott, Brett and Asa.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SUMMER - My view. Every day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Playing percussion for Tom Roe, whom I also manage. We played 102 shows at Retirement homes and churches. "On The Road Again" was never played more honestly!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">JULY - For two years I was playing percussion at "Impact" - a monthly evening service at Simcoeside Church in Orillia. Pastor Matt Fox (2nd left) moved to Israel. This was the last performance for him - and me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AUGUST - Me and Janice - at the LIFE 100.3 20th Anniversary Party!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">AUGUST - Luke Langman performing at the LIFE 100.3 20th Anniversary Party. Luke opened for 7eventh Time Down. A milestone event in the journey of LIFE 100.3. August 16, 2019 - First Baptist Church, Orillia.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">AUGUST - In the summer it was my best friend Andrew Haverson's birthday. As a surprise I took him to the Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame in Cleveland. Our friend Jim Sampson joined us for fun on the road!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">AUGUST - Tom Roe - whom I manage, perform with, bike with and enjoy company with, got married. Again. I was honoured to be his best man. The wedding was held at my house on the waterfront of Lake Simcoe. Me, Janice, Elaine (Mrs. Roe) and Tom.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">SEPTEMBER - Gym life. I ramped up my fitness activity to a daily routine. I modernized the basement gym with mirrors and "walls" and decorations. And, I recruited a dozen guys to join me. I'm feeling good and I hit my goal weight of 169.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OCTOBER - A happier moment with Janice. In October she was diagnosed with a kidney stone, by way of Sepsis. After a couple of ambulance rides to hospital, a stent, 2 daily visits to the infirmary while on our Caribbean cruise and a 5-day stay in ICU in Barrie, she started to get well. This was not a good year, healthwise, for Janice.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">OCTOBER - Our Caribbean cruise took place over Hallowe'en. It was the 9th annual KISS Kruise, featuring the band KISS, who performed a big show in the Stardust Theatre, an acoustic show on the pool deck and several Q&A sessions. We always wanted to do this cruise and now we've found there are many music cruises with different genres of music. Can't wait for<br />
2020!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">NOVEMBER - Brian Doerksen and me - "Carry A Blessing". This photo was taken at my house, at a house party. We stuffed 40 people into the house! Earlier in the week Brian and I played a public show in Peterborough. I practiced this song everyday for a week - and it's now one of my very favourites!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As 2019 ends, I will have completed three years on the air with "The Scott Jackson Show" on Amherst Island Radio. It is a small community radio station near Kingston. The show features songs from my radio days in Kingston, and some Christian music, and some old radio tapes of my CKLC hijinx from 35 years ago.</td></tr>
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<br />Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-31253455586165871712019-10-09T12:37:00.001-07:002019-10-09T12:37:55.771-07:00THE ROLLING STONES - I REMEMBER OROWhen the Rolling Stones announced their U.S. 2019 tour, I was surprised that there was no Canadian date on the list. I know they love Toronto. Why no Toronto show? They’d played the U.K. 10 months ago. Latin America two years ago, and a U.S. tour in 2015, for which I flew to Nashville because there was no Canadian shows.<br />
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But, there was no Canadian date on the tour. No problem. I’ll fly to the U.S. As the countdown to ticket sales began, I decided to buy tickets for the Seattle show and save money by seeing my son Brett while I was there. I sat on Ticketmaster at 9:30am waiting for the sale to start at 10am. Once I got in, it said, “there are 1,000 people ahead of you.” Oh crap. I waited ten mintues and got to the front of the line.<br />
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Fifth row was available! I clicked on the seats. “Sorry someone else bought these before you.” I tried a different selection. Again. Three times. Then I got kicked out. “Sorry, you’ll have to get back in line.” Oh!<br />
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The next time I got row 15! I found two tickets! $800! “Janice I can get row 15, $800, ok?” I don’t know why I was even asking. She said, “$800? That’s for the pair, right?” Uh, no. Without thinking any further, I clicked “yes buy them!” Ahhhh...now Janice and I would see the Stones up close in Seattle - May 22, 2019!<br />
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Two weeks later, the Stones posted a tease to a Toronto show with a billboard in the Toronto Eatons Centre for June 29, 2019. Oh boy! That last show on the tour would be Toronto! That made sense!<br />
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Then, one morning I got a text from Mike Poirier in our news room. “Can you believe that?” he asked? Believe what? As I wiped the sleep from my eyes, it dawned on me - there was a Stones announcement and whatever it was, it was good news!<br />
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<b>ORO STATION/BURL’S CREEK </b><br />
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They were coming to Burl’s Creek! Holy smokes! Not Toronto! Not even Barrie! But Burl’s Creek - like three miles from my house! It is the largest outdoor venue in the country and would be probably the shortest distance I would ever travel to a show - the biggest show of them all!<br />
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It sounded like a joke. The Rolling Stones were coming to Oro Station! Population 1,700. I had nicknamed our town “The Oro Station Super City Centre” and later sarcastically added “Casino and Resort.” Now I could add “The Home Of The Rolling Stones” and not be joking!<br />
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The announcement was the date for tickets going on sale. February 12.<br />
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That day I was in the Regina airport catching a flight home and I didn’t want to buy a ticket on Ticketmaster using my phone for fear of internet trouble and losing the ticket or getting charged for something I didn’t want.<br />
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Todd Gale was off the air and did me the favour of sitting on Ticketmaster and ordering me a ticket. He texted me a play by play all morning. He was almost as excited as I was.<br />
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“Ok, I’m at the front of the line! How much do you want to spend?” Sigh....$1,000. That was my limit. That was more than enough. “The ticket is $1,200. What do you want to do?" he asked me. “Buy it!”<br />
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The next day, at the side of Highway 11 at the 8th line on the lawn of Burl’s Creek was a digital marquee of the Stones tongue and on the fence was a 12-foot Stones banner. Both stayed there from March til June. I passed by that sign on the way to work every morning and every afternoon. It was like they were saying hi to me, in my city, and in my neighbourhood - everyday! If I was in a bad mood, the sign lit me up!<br />
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The morning after my ticket purchase, there was a receipt in my email. I printed it and left it on the dining room table for Janice to file away with our Visa statement. It sat there for three days - she hadn’t looked at it. One night as we ate dinner, she nearly choked - “Did you spend $1,200 on one Rolling Stones ticket?!” She was freaked out. I said - “No. Actually, I spent $1,400 because there was tax.” Dinner was quiet but the shock passed. My daily fanatical chatter and speculation on various part of the show took our minds off the expenditure.<br />
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<b>MICK’S HEALTH</b><br />
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One day in April the Stones announced that Mick was having serious health issues and the entire tour would be rescheduled. What’s wrong? Is it fatal? Whatever the ailment was it must have been real bad to cancel an entire tour! For the first time, it felt like this really could be the end of the band.<br />
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A friend of mine claimed to have an inside track. He confidentially told me it was liver and kidney disease.<br />
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A week later, the Rolling Stones announced that Mick needed a heart valve replacement. My friend’s info was wrong. The surgery for Mick took place and soon after, Mick posted a video of himself in a dance studio working out. That was a good day!<br />
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A Facebook post by Keith confirmed that all was good with Mick and that they were hoping to hit the road by mid-June. Well, could that mean the Oro date could be saved? My July calendar wouldn’t be affected. Oro would become the first date on the tour, instead of the last? As it turned out, I was right, with the except of Chicago, which didn’t get changed other than that city became the first two dates on the tour instead of second last.<br />
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Mick’s health was secure and almost all of the cancelled shows were rebooked.<br />
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June 29 was gonna be a big day for me. Oro. The Stones!<br />
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I speculated some more. June 29 would be my only chance to meet Mick. I mean, in Simcoe County, I am part of the local media. Anywhere else and I wouldn’t have a chance. I presented the idea to Crystal - who I’m sure felt enormous pressure of being Daddy’s best chance or only chance to be on the guest list for the biggest band in the world. One chance. I held back my enthusiasm and only asked for an update every other day for three months.<br />
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<b>THE 8TH LINE</b><br />
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When I lived in Barrie, I used to ride my bike from Shanty Bay Road to the 8th Line. I said, if I was ever the leader of a rock band, I would name it the 8th Line. I actually recorded a song and for fun, credited the song to The 8th Line. Little did I know that one day, I would be living in Oro, just off the 8th Line.<br />
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And now, the Rolling Stones would be putting up their stage at the 8th Line!<br />
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The 8th Line doesn’t go through to the waterfront, so I usually take the 7th or 9th line home. But several times times over those three months, I took the 8th line, just to drive past the venue and spy on the progress.<br />
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Burl’s Creek has it’s own permanent outdoor stage used for Boots and Hearts and other events. But I guess that wasn’t good enough for the Rolling Stones - they were bringing their own stage and it would be positioned a thousand feet closer to the 8th Line. Like, I mean, the entrance to Burl’s Creek off The 8th Line went to the back of their stage.<br />
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Two weeks before the show, portable bleachers were set up on the north and south sides of the outdoor venue. The venue capacity was estimated at 70,000. This was....big.<br />
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My friend Jim Sampson and I decided to take a drive two weeks before the show, which was a couple of days before the park was going to be under lock and key and high security.<br />
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From the 7th line we entered the park and drove across the field, where we would exit at the 8th Line. We passed the bleachers which were still under construction and the stage area which was still an open space.<br />
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Hundreds of portable toilets were already in place. A fleet of 30 police cars were parked on location. My excitement grew. The manager in me forecast the exact order and timeline for the arrival and departure plans for the crew and band.<br />
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The band would fly their private plane from Chicago into the 7th line Simcoe County Airport, which was capable of landing jets. Border officials would board their plane and clear them through customs without them having to go in the actual airport building. Then, they would get in limos and drive over Highway 11 on the single lane overpass that was under construction.<br />
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But, instead of taking the 7th line, and having to meander through a field of people, they would drive on Highway 11 north, to the 8th Line, which is typically closed during concert events. Only VIP vehicles had access. Even residents would be turned away.<br />
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The backstage access was a couple hundred feet from the 8th Line. After the show, the band could jump in limos, drive north on Highway 11 up to Line 9, and turn around, south, back to the airport and fly out overnight. No hotels needed in our dinky city. That was my plan - for my favourite band. I had it all figured out. They needed me. I’m sure of it.<br />
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<b>WANNA MEET THE PRODUCER?</b><br />
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Finally, it was two days before the show.<br />
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Sometime on Friday (June 28), Keith posted a selfie as he boarded the Stones jet in Chicago. “We’re on our way to Toronto”. Every Stones post took me to a higher level of excitement.<br />
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But I still had no backstage pass to meet my rock and roll hero. Crystal broke the news to me. The news I didn’t want to hear - “there is no meet and greet”. Two days before the show, I was prepared for the band news. In reality, I knew my chances were slim.<br />
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“But,” Crystal said, “There is a Production Meeting hosted by the Production Manager Dale Skjerseth and the Director of Booking For Republic Live Lisa Zechmeister. Would you want to attend that?”<br />
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Holy smokes! Man, if I couldn’t meet the Stones, my next dream would be to meet whoever knew how stuff worked. Take me on a tour of the stage, backstage and everywhere and show me what I don’t know.<br />
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Well guess what! That’s who I met. Although it didn’t go quite as planned.<br />
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All the media guests met Friday morning at the Gate K. “No other gates”. Several volunteers were at checkpoints to make sure nobody would move a foot without clearance.<br />
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We were given an email with specific instructions.<br />
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1.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>All journalists will need to stay in the same area, there will be no wandering freely.<br />
2.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>For safety, media must stay 20 feet back from the stage and 10 feet away from towers and any construction.<br />
3.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Pictures are not permitted until verbally directed to do so. Cameras must stay in bags until then or you will not be permitted in.<br />
4.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Anyone arriving after 10:50am, will not be allowed to participate.<br />
5.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Live remote broadcast cannot be done inside the venue.<br />
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From Gate K, our quite casual group of 30 were ushered in the venue where a hundred roadies were still constructing lighting towers and video screens.<br />
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For anyone who had never been to a big show, it would be overwhelming. I’ve been to hundreds of shows and I was still overwhelmed at the size of everything. I wondered “how many people are getting paid to do all of this!”<br />
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There were 30 of us meeting with Dale - that’s it. I’m not sure why he bothered when tickets were already sold. There was really no benefit to meeting us. Surely he had better things to do than meet with journalists and wannabees.<br />
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We stood about 200 feet from the edge of the runway which extended from the lip of the stage. Our media group stood far from where my actual ticket would place me.<br />
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For safety reasons, we weren’t allowed to wander or go anywhere near the stage. We stayed in a huddle, like a pack of new born birds in a nest, waiting to be fed.<br />
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CTV sent their Toronto superstar Austin Delaney who insisted he get the first question. I had a few questions about how stuff worked. I wondered what a regular media guy would ask.<br />
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Here it is. “What’s it like....(pause)...being on the road with the Rolling Stones.” What a stupid question! Of all the questions you could ask the guy who runs the entire production, and that was it?<br />
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The production guy Dale, rolled his eyes, paused, then smiled and said, “It’s awesome!”<br />
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Any more questions? I waited for the stupid questions to run out, then it was my turn.<br />
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“How does the leap-frogging work?” Dale the production guy seemed to like the question.<br />
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“Everything made out of steel is duplicated, so while Burl’s Creek is being assembled, another complete set is being shipped by truck to the next city.” Everything? Audio, lighting? Video? I tried to differentiate what was steel and what wasn’t. Turns out that audio and lights are not made of steel.<br />
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Next question. “With four bands on stage before the Stones, when do the Stones do a soundcheck?” Dale answered - there is no soundcheck. I said, “No soundcheck? How do you know everything works?” Dale answered “It works”. He had a cocky smile. He wasn’t going to tell me how it worked.<br />
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Next question. “I’ve noticed by Keith and Ronnie don’t have a pedal board for their guitars. How does that work?” Dale answered - “They don’t need them. They’re so good, they just plug into their amps.”<br />
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Now, I’m not a guitarist but I know enough that the not every song sounds the same. He wasn’t going to answer that either.<br />
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Dale didn’t like my questions, and there was no further explanation. I never found out the answers to either question. It was cool to be invited to a Production Meeting and meet the guy who oversees the entire show. It was lousy that I didn’t learn anything. Other than, they were using a million watts. In the middle of a field. Using a generator! Gosh, a million watts.<br />
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I met the personnel coordinator and asked how many people travel by plane. 85. Holy smokes!<br />
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Here’s the other information they provided by email.<br />
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<b>STRUCTURE AND DESIGN</b><br />
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The 4 monolithic towers of LED screens, each standing 22m tall above the stage, give the set its clean and unique silhouette.<br />
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A massive 12m cantilever clear span roof encases hundreds of moving lights in each of its structural fingers, providing a spectacular light show for the stage below.<br />
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A central catwalk and B stage shaped takes the action deep into the audience and complements the minimalist approach of the tour's set design.<br />
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No Filter is the name of the tour, and despite the extraordinary scale of the design, the show is as simple and direct as any they have made in the past 50 years."<br />
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Stage dimensions -200 feet wide<br />
170 feet deep (end of runway to back stage deck edge) 75 feet high<br />
Runway<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>85 feet long<br />
Stage deck area<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>1,600 square meters<br />
Towers <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>4 @ 22 meters high<br />
Roof<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>with 12 meter cantilever<br />
PA frames<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>with 6 meter cantilever<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
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Video<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>36,000kg of LED screens<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>4 screens-each:<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>19.7m high x 11.6m wide<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>936 pixels wide<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>1,584 pixels high<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Total LED screen area 915sqm<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Total LED screen pixels 5,930,496<br />
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Sound<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>15,000kg of audio<br />
200 flown speaker cabinets<br />
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Lighting<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> 9,500kg<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>282 moving lights<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>? stationary lights<br />
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Steel<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>2 (leap frogging) systems & crews<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>1,200 tons<br />
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Crew<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>120<br />
Trucks & buses<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>70<br />
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Stage build:<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Day 1<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>site coordinator & local promoter in<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Day 2<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>steel load-in <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Day 3<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>steel build <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Day 4<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>steel build <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Day 5<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>production load-in, lighting focus<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Day 6<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>sound & line checks; show, production load-out, steel load-out<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Day 7<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>all personnel out<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
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Power<span style="white-space: pre;"> - </span>Tour carries its own power<br />
2 generator semi-trailers<br />
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<b>THE PRE-SHOW</b><br />
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Thanks to that digital sign on Highway 11, there wasn’t a soul in Central Ontario who didn’t know the Rolling Stones were coming to town. All of my friends who knew my love for the band were as excited as me - for me! A few other friends asked me, “So are you going to the show?” And, another friend asked, “Are you going to stay home and listen from your patio?” Several witty comments rushed through my mind.<br />
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Friday, the Stones Facebook page announced a reduction in ticket prices. Huh? Was the show not sold out? Maybe the high prices scared people away? General admission was now $100. That was nuts! You could see the Stones, from the General Admission peasant area for only $100. Why would anyone NOT do that? For fun, I checked with Ticketmaster to see if there were any unsold Pit Tickets. There were! For $600! Half of what I paid. I decided to just forget about that and enjoy this once in a lifetime event that was surely worth the cost.<br />
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It was a beautiful sunny day. Not even a cloud.<br />
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The gates opened at 2pm and the first opening band hit the stage at 3pm, or so it was scheduled. I was not there. The thought of standing in a field, in the summer heat all afternoon wasn’t a good idea. None of the four support bands had starpower. I was content to have a quiet dinner by the lake and then wander over to see the Greatest Rock and Roll Band In The World.<br />
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The western breeze took the 8th Line sound over Oro. I could hear a low rumble from the subs as the afternoon bands performed. Later that night, Janice said the sound was so clear she could identify each Rolling Stones song.<br />
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Those opening bands were playing on the Rolling Stones stage! What a resume moment! Did they get paid? Did they play for free for the honour? Maybe THEY paid to play. When I managed Anthem For Today, I was able to score a gig opening for the Newsboys! But, I found out, we wouldn’t be paid. In fact, we would pay THEM $5,000. (I declined the offer.) So, to open for the Rolling Stones what would a band pay? $10,000, $50,000? And on the business side, this would be revenue for the Rolling Stones.<br />
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I had thought of biking to the venue and avoiding the chaos of 10,000 vehicles on our small country roads, but we actually drove. From Shanty Bay Road we got on Line 8 and headed north at 6pm, for the 8pm show. The traffic northbound was stopped. The traffic southbound was empty - just the odd production vehicle. Oh...and...a limo. One. Two. Three. I lost count!<br />
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Just as I expected, the band had been dropped off by limo at the backstage gate on the 8th Line around 6pm. Now their limos were whizzing past us!<br />
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Janice dropped me off at Gate K where I was Friday morning for the production meeting. We decided I would phone after the show and we would choose a rendezvous, likely on Highway 11, north, while everyone else was clogging up the country road on the 7th, 8th and 9th lines.<br />
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My ticket got me into the Right Pit. That was the section in front of the Gold Circle - closest to the stage and still capable of holding 1,000 people. When I got to the entrance, the wrist tickets were gone. I guess they didn’t print enough and they were giving us “home made” wrist straps. Kinda hokey and not much of a souvenir.<br />
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I walked the same route as Friday, past the hundred portable toilets and the really large beer tent and the massive line-up for merch. I decided I’d order my merch online and just put myself in the Pit, squeeze as close to the stage as possible and attempt to not get pushed out.<br />
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The sun was still up and the last band was still playing.<br />
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I weaseled my way over to the fence that separated the Pit crowd from the runway stage. I was literally six feet from the runway. The runway stage was eye level - so six feet high, with a wedge monitor and fan blower about every ten feet. Between the runway stage and the fence was a four foot aisle for security, photographers and Mick’s personal security guy. There was a volunteer security person every ten feet.<br />
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The floor wasn’t the natural grass field. Production laid down strong plastic interlocking floormats. The entire pit had a portable floor surrounded by a steel barricade. Everyone in the pit was over 40 - nobody was pushing anybody. It was friendly, casual. A lot of cottage chatter and memories of seeing the Stones in the 80's, or 70's.<br />
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I looked up at the stage. Four jumbo digital screens were now lit, crisp colours not even washed out by the bright sunlight. A clear plastic roof of sorts covered the backline gear from potential rain while Mick, Keith and Ronnie would be downstage and not covered.<br />
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As we waited through intermission a helicopter flew over the site. The crowd went nuts, thinking it was the Stones coming in for a backstage landing but it never did. I’m guessing it was probably CTV news. I already knew where the band was.<br />
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As the sun disappeared behind the park trees, the stage, facing southwest, began to light up. Giant fans blew smoke across the front of the stage and the spotlights were absorbed like a rainbow. The intro track and video played - and it was just for us. An electrified version of “O Canada” played and animated red maple leafs melted down the giant video screens. As the final few bars of “O Canada” rang out, Keith popped up at the back of the stage. I was already smiling!<br />
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“Street Fighting Man” opened the show and then...there he was! He was...right there!<br />
I mean, Mick was standing 50 feet away from me and getting closer with each song.<br />
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He danced out to the runway but as usual, stopped at the lip of it. With each song he would come out a little further, teasing our cameras. I was positioned closer than halfway to the stage from each end of the runway.<br />
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As Mick danced out to where I stood, he was in total “Mick Jagger character.” It was impossible to take a bad photo because he was “on”. He was...right there! (I’m crying right now as I write this, feeling the emotion of the closeness to my rock and roll hero.)<br />
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The lights from the field tower lit up the entire stage. White runway lights were staggered between the runway wedge monitors, lighting up whoever was walking out.<br />
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As Mick danced along the runway, a man in black walked beside Mick, below, in the shadowy aisle. He was about 40 years old, probably a lethal weapon and likely packing a firearm. I knew about this guy from having watched the concert videos. I realized I should not make eye contact with this guy or I’d be bounced out before I knew it.<br />
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Mick ran the runway countless times. Keith and Ronnie once or twice. And all four of them walked past me to the end of the runway, where they performed on the “alternate stage” without the back-up singers and other musicians. After the stripped down versions of “Angie” and “Dead Flowers” they casually skipped and giggled along the runway back to their key positions on the main stage.<br />
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At the junction of where the runway and the stage met, in the T to the right, I could see a video teleprompter for the lyrics and messages from roadies - kinda like an Instant Message - and prepared bits, like the one Mick said about Premiere Doug Ford. I could see Mick looking down at the monitor as he localized his thoughts for the 70,000 fans who got a chuckle out of Mick’s interest in Ontario politics.<br />
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I got a text from a friend - where are you? And another. They sent me a photo of their view - which was far, far, far back. I was embarrassed to respond with my ridiculously close view, but the embarrassment went away as quickly as I hit send.<br />
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A man my age, his wife and their daughter stood next to me. The had enjoyed their $11 plastic cup of beer. Then, the 40 year old daughter suddenly disappeared. Where’d she go? I looked down and she was crouched on the floor in the darkness. I assume she was peeing.<br />
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One thing I didn’t find out, and I’d like to, is if the Stones use enhancement tracks. I don’t think they do as they seem to feel out the ending of many songs.<br />
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Joining Mick, Keith, Ronnie and Charlie are a back-up band that has served them on many tours. Darryl Jones – bass; Chuck Leavell – keyboards, backing vocals; Sasha Allen – backing vocals; Karl Denson – saxophone; Bernard Fowler – backing vocals, percussion; Tim Ries – saxophone, keyboards and Matt Clifford – keyboards, percussion, French horn and show introduction voice. I found myself studying Matt Clifford play various shakers when I wasn’t mesmerized by Mick.<br />
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This was, without question, the biggest stage production I have ever seen. The manager in me wondered - how many roadies are there back there? How many security people do I NOT see? What’s the payroll for one show? Do they really transport a dressing room of lamps, carpets, chairs and everything in the same place for each show? As much as I know about putting on a show, I felt like a kindergardener trying to figure out the blueprint for this portable city.<br />
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Then, it was Keith’s time. He sang “Slippin’ Away” and “Before They Make Me Run”. As the crowd roared, Keith bent down on one knee, the body of the guitar pointing up and he smiled. And smile some more. And then appeared to give thanks.<br />
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The sound in the Pit was perfect. The follow-spots from the 75-foot towers kept the area basked in bright light. Mick, Ronnie and Keith were wearing brightly coloured blazers that they later took off. Keith never stopped smiling with his new teeth. Ronnie was as playful as in the music videos, but I noticed, he was playful all night. He never slowed down. Mick, the ultimate rock star, stayed in character, teasing the crowd with hand gestures for the entire show, stripping down to a white Stones tongue t-shirt, that I later bought online. Yes, it’s ok for the band to wear their own merch.<br />
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I had the setlist in my phone, but only the first two opening and last two closing songs stayed the same, while the rest of the tunes varied as they swapped songs and included “a B-song request” at each show.<br />
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I am admittedly, a bit tired of the classics. “Satisfaction”, “Jumpin’ Jack Flash”, “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” and “Midnight Rambler”. They are far from my favourites. So, I fantasized an alternate setlist - the songs I wanted to hear, programmed by tempo as any radio guy would do, and I posted it on Facebook, telling the world to get my setlist to Mick, in case he was tired of the standard catalogue. It was a great setlist, if I do say so myself.<br />
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<li>If You Can't Rock Me</li>
<li>Driving Too Fast</li>
<li>Waiting On A Friend</li>
<li>Shattered</li>
<li>Highwire</li>
<li>Memory Motel</li>
<li>Hot Stuff</li>
<li>Hand of Fate</li>
<li>Out Of Control</li>
<li>One More Shot</li>
<li>Lonely At The Top</li>
<li>Happy</li>
<li>Before They Make Me Run</li>
<li>Doom and Gloom</li>
<li>Imagination</li>
<li>Beast Of Burden</li>
<li>Silver Train</li>
<li>Tumblin' Dice</li>
<li>Plundered My Soul</li>
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June 29th, none of the songs were more exciting than the next. They were all performed bigger than life except maybe “Tumblin’ Dice.” That’s a still a favourite and more so now, having seen Mick perform it from 8 feet away.<br />
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Ten years ago, we would smuggle in our expensive 35mm cameras but now, all you need is an iphone and you still get great photos. Click. Click. I was gobbling up one great photo after another. I mean, I was so close I couldn’t zoom in! It was too good to be true but all those photos (and videos) captured this once in a lifetime memory as I flip through the files right now.<br />
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About 10:30 or so, the “Satisfaction” encore played. It is my very least favourite Stones song, but when you’re that close to the Rolling Stones, surrounded by a million watts of power and 70,000 people, “Satisfaction” becomes the best song in the world! It ended, as usual, with a mighty fireworks display from the back of the stage, which I couldn’t see, because...well.... haha ....I was so close.<br />
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After the final chord, all the musicians came out for the curtain call. Back-up singers, percussionists, keyboardists, the bassist, the horn section - everyone in a line, with the four original Stones in the middle. On Mick’s cue they took a giant bow, and very slowly dispersed to the stage wings. All that was left with Mick, Keith, Ronnie and Charlie.<br />
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The four boys waited as the audience continue to cheer and then took one last bow. Charlie, the quietest personality, grabbed his jacket and the sleeves were twisted and he couldn’t get it on and Keith helped him straighten it out. The guy beside me commented on the funny scuffle.<br />
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Mick and Keith waved to the crowd, in giant gestures so even people at the back, somewhere near the 7th Line could still see. Well not really, but you get the idea. They were not in a hurry to leave and neither were we. Eventually, while the cheers continued, they disappeared behind the drum kit. That left Ronnie. Still in his early 70's, he skips around like a teenager in skinny black jeans and sneakers. He was the last to leave, like a kid who doesn’t want to go bed.<br />
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The lights went out and the park lights came on. While fans debriefed with each other, I’m guessing the band was probably already on the 8th Line before I was even out of the pit.<br />
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The audience now had to find their car and wanted to beat the other guy to the highway. As everyone else walked a mile or more in the dark to find their car in a field, I walked without problem to Highway 11. Portable lights lit my path and in ten minutes I was at the rendezvous location on the side of the non-busy highway. That’s right - there was no traffic on the highway.<br />
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Janice picked me up and as I settled into the passenger seat, replaying the best night of my life, she excitedly said - “They’re at the airport! We’re going to the airport!”<br />
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We pulled up to the 7th Line airport and there was a convoy of black limos of all different types - stretch, SUV, cars and vans. On the runway, was a First Air jet, already idling, waiting for take-off. I stood at the fence and watched. Three other middle-aged fans did the same. I didn’t see any police or security. Just several limo drivers calmly chatting. I assumed that the band and crew were already on board.<br />
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After about 10 minutes, the plane taxied to the runway off into the west, I’m guessing to Toronto where they would stay overnight and then board their own plane in the morning. I could be wrong.<br />
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It was a very surreal day, knowing as much as I do about the Stones and some of what it takes to put on a show - then being the only one to watch my rock and roll heroes jet into the sky...it was magical. It was like a fairy tale ending as they flew into the stratosphere.<br />
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Mick and Keith live a life that my imagination will never know.<br />
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I paid $1,400 for one ticket to see them from 8 feet away. It was worth - every dollar.<br />
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it was their third album "The End Is not The End" start to finish. I attended with </div>
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Recording Tom Roe's album "Are You Ready" with</div>
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I am blessed to have a wife who is still with me after 37 years of marriage. We love to travel, see concerts, cruise,<br />
walk our dog, relax and so many things. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12.8px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> This is the best photo of Janice in recent memory and it </span>reminds me<br />
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Although I've worked out all of my adult life, this year I was a bit more aggressive and it's been very fulfilling nearly every day. I'm pretty fortunate to be in this shape at age 61 - every day I feel lucky.<br />
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Another recording session - this time a modified version of "Your Daddy Don't Know" with Jackie Smith who was the leader singer of Little Sister - my first band. Davey Hooper and GI Holm of Anthem For Today played guitars.</div>
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Producer Andy Horrocks on the left.</div>
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Any time I get to go biking in Ottawa is a great event. In June, Andrew Haverson joined me. This guy blesses me frequently.</div>
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Here I am playing percussion for Ian Holm, leading worship at Gateway Worship Centre in Gravenhurst. My relationship with Ian goes back to Anthem For Today. I wasn't expecting him to play with exhilarating passion on a Sunday morning. It was the best Sunday all year!</div>
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Biking - I rode more in 2018 than previous years, which wasn't easy considering the number of gigs I was performing. I discovered a new route from Midland to Waubaushene along the water. I rode is several times.</div>
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January in Edmonton during GMA Week. I booked Luke Langman to perform at the Breakforth Convention at the Shaw Centre. He invited me to play percussion with him. It was a big venue with an A-level production crew. Ahhhh yes.<br />
My 15 minutes of fame.</div>
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Playing percussion at Catch The Fire church in Barrie. I only played oncebut my bandmates were pro musicians and it was electrifying to play beside them. Every once in a while God tosses me a gift, like this.</div>
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Another GMA Edmonton experience. Steve Bell and I have known each other for many years, but only via email. Finally, we met, one on one for an hour, sharing ideas and experiences. It was one of the best hours all year.</div>
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A bike ride from Peterborough to Lakefield. My favourite location with my favourite people - Todd Gale, Tom Roe and Andrew Haverson.</div>
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Together again! I never thought this would happen. It was an Anthem For Today reunion in my house. The four boys came over to hang out for an evening before Pip Lucas departed for a new life in Calgary.</div>
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I have a great life. I am blessed to travel and meet people and participate in many activities and one of the biggest reasons is that I have a great staff at LIFE 100.3 in Barrie to look after things. Talented. Reliable. Happy. This is the best staff - ever!</div>
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Luke Langman and his band performed in my living room. What makes this one of the highlights of 2018 was because of two songs. Luke performed "La La Land" by All Star United. And blew the audience away with his version of<br />
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Several times this year I played percussion at Simcoside Lifepointe Church in Orillia. What makes this church music fun to play is the format, which Icall "rockin' worship", led by Matt Fox. The monitors are loud and they never feed back!</div>
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June 10 at Wasaga Beach United Church we held the "CD Release Party" for Tom Roe's album "Are You Ready". All of my experience with bands and radio gave me the creativity to produce this event and bless Tom with what is probably a milestone moment for him. We brought in sound and lights and backing musicians to fill it out.</div>
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A brilliant music medley arranged by Luke Langman was turned into a music video. Luke asked us to dress like hoe-downers as Terry Molinaro directed and produced "The Gospel Medley" video. Shot in Phelpston in a barn.<br />
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<br />Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-28360612373320630262018-07-25T10:59:00.003-07:002018-07-25T15:42:09.880-07:00WHY I LIKE MICK JAGGER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9feY8qt6a0Y-jyWSoUpY90IQFMmg0z8dQrAxdKYYgrYPgiZb4ihGosiTJk3_hlAjaiXM-CO9UShp8GrrcLp6X2MF-w-HUK_QA0ydBi8tM166bCymWxdVVPXxfXg4UyTBiiXDo_j3uQLL/s1600/mick+good.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="161" data-original-width="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9feY8qt6a0Y-jyWSoUpY90IQFMmg0z8dQrAxdKYYgrYPgiZb4ihGosiTJk3_hlAjaiXM-CO9UShp8GrrcLp6X2MF-w-HUK_QA0ydBi8tM166bCymWxdVVPXxfXg4UyTBiiXDo_j3uQLL/s1600/mick+good.jpg" /></a>Aside from the music, I like his business drive.<br />
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In 2016, when he was 73, he led the Rolling Stones on a tour of Latin America. 12 shows, grossing 90.9 million dollars.<br />
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The tour ended with a free concert in Cuba, bringing an end to the ban of rock music. Then he made a movie out of show, called “Havana Moon”.<br />
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Then, he made a second movie - a documentary, that showed life in Latin America with the unnoticed Rolling Stones meeting people, jamming in the street, eat with locals and caring for them. The movie is “Ole Ole Ole”.<br />
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Then, he created a Rolling Stones museum, called “Exhibitionism” that is actually on tour. The exhibit has stage clothes, stage gear, a mini recording studio, guitars and other memorabilia.<br />
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A tour, two movies and a museum all in one year! Not bad for a man, then aged 73.<br />
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At a typical Rolling Stones show, he performs on a stage 300 feet across, and still runs from side to side. The show is 2.5 hours in which Mick takes a ten minute break.<br />
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The band just played a 12-date U.K. tour. They don't stop. They must love it. They can't be in it for the money. By the way, Mick's net worth is $360 million dollars.<br />
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Mick isn't a saint. He's made mistakes and I know he isn't the best role model. What I love is his energy, both on stage and off. In his senior years, he could never be called a slacker. I find him motivating.<br />
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Of all the bands in rock and roll, and considering all the baggage and wear and tear on this band, who would have thought, they'd outlast everyone else, and still sell out shows!<br />
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The last item on my bucket list is to say “hi Mick” face to face. (I’ll also accept a phone call.) But, it'll never happen.<br />
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I thought as he got older, and less busy and less in demand, it would be easier for me to access him, but it seems that the Rolling Stones are just as popular now, as they were 50 years ago. I can't get near him.<br />
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Happy birthday, Mick!Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-52005425495148906512018-05-15T12:37:00.002-07:002018-05-15T12:37:39.494-07:00SOUTHAMPTON<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18sUYWLgHcZjeSSA_xFFLi3SPChMsbKNFdD7NZ-SifQlsE9P4wlq_81JArUnDq9UpPi8kcKUmqOttGoeTGj45AKWD9d4kCriPlZko0Ozt7GXJbrIWxMZ6139m-uGGS3RDQ_OWA3hbstok/s1600/3+dav.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18sUYWLgHcZjeSSA_xFFLi3SPChMsbKNFdD7NZ-SifQlsE9P4wlq_81JArUnDq9UpPi8kcKUmqOttGoeTGj45AKWD9d4kCriPlZko0Ozt7GXJbrIWxMZ6139m-uGGS3RDQ_OWA3hbstok/s320/3+dav.JPG" width="320" /></a>Tom Roe was booked to lead worship at <a href="https://southport.nucleus.church/" target="_blank">Southport Church in Southampton</a> on the weekend. On behalf of LIFE 100.3, I gave the morning message.<br />
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Knowing about the bike paths along Lake Huron, we took our bikes along for an afternoon ride.<br />
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Worship was solid. Tom led the congregation through a set of familiar songs and a couple of new original praise songs he wrote, including "I Will Give You Praise", which is catchy enough to singalong with after one listen.<br />
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Pastor David Baker was super hospitable - hoping for a return show this summer.<br />
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After our roadie Andrew Haverson packed us up, we got a late check-out from our hotel.<br />
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After a quick bite at Mary Browns, we took our bikes to the paved path on the south end of the route in Port Elgin. The path is only about 5k, so we continued down the streets until we landed in Southampton.<br />
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Tom's "go to" food is ice cream. Anywhere, anytime. Always midway through a bike ride!<br />
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We stopped for ice cream, and to pick up bandanas to block the cold wind.<br />
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And we saw some interesting sights along the way!<br />
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Music, biking, ice cream! What a weekend!<br />
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<br />Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-65354279574128355512018-04-19T06:58:00.002-07:002018-04-19T11:47:42.455-07:00STOP AND SMELL THE ROSESRemember the expression "stop and smell the roses?" It means we need <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">to take time out of our busy schedule to </span><a href="https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/enjoy" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-decoration-line: none;" title="enjoy">enjoy</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> and appreciate the beauty of life.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span><br />
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This is easier for me to do at this stage in my life. My business is established. My career is built - I'm not trying to climb the ladder of success. I'm an empty nester. My schedule is crammed with stuff.<br />
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Some of my friends are so busy being busy that they don't have time to stop and smell the roses. More so, life is controlling them, not them controlling their busy lives.<br />
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I've noticed some people with kids are controlled by their kids. They don't go to movies, or hang out with friends because they "have kids". It looks to me like their kids are running the show. (Now, I'm not thinking of anyone in particular so don't think I'm trying to speak to you, specifically, through this blog.)<br />
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Other people are so used to being in a routine that they don't venture out of the house. No dates with their spouse, no going to the theatre, or a party, or a concert - they just stay home. It's just easier to stay home, in a boring routine, than doing something. No exercise - just lame TV shows washing over them on the couch.<br />
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I hear "We can't get a baby-sitter". Maybe your circle of friends is small? Maybe, (I'm shouting) because you don't go out of the house and meet people!<br />
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To each his own. Maybe staying home brings you joy, in some bizarre, sedimentary kind of way.<br />
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Smart people I met told me when I was younger, to burn. I worked bloody hard, learned lots, met smart people and built a life and career so that at this stage in my life, I don't have to work so hard. I have time to stop and smell the roses.<br />
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The roses for me are sometimes social, but mostly meditative.<br />
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It's being thankful for the life I have. Call it luck, or hard work - either. Maybe both. But I'm grateful that I take time to take it all in, like inhaling a huge lung of appreciation.<br />
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My message is this: get a babysitter. Go out. Enjoy the life you've built. Get off the treadmill of being busy. You're only busy because you've made it like that.<br />
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<br />Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-70966471229660424992018-04-06T09:12:00.000-07:002018-04-06T20:29:58.177-07:00QUESTIONS I GET ASKED<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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As the guy on the radio, once a week anyway, me and my listeners used to have a one-way relationship. I talk, they listen. But that's changed a bit with social media. I've met many people who have messaged me online and in some cases become we've more than virtual friends. Because of social media, you can now have a relationship with public people.<br />
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Here are a few questions, I'm commonly asked.<br />
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<b>What was your first job?</b><br />
I worked at Sam The Record Man in Toronto for five years. It was the second location after the downtown Yonge Street location - at Towne And Country Square in North York.<br />
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<b>What was your first radio job?</b><br />
I worked part-time for two summers at CHEX in Peterborough, in the studio, but not on air. My first on-air job was at CKLC in Kingston.<br />
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<b>Why Christian music?</b><br />
My answer is the same as everyone's - it's the lyrics. They remind me of my faith. They remind me of the guy God wants me to be. It re-focuses me when I get distracted.<br />
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<b>What do you do when you're not doing radio?</b><br />
I manage two national recording artists - Luke Langman - a pop/worship artist; and Tom Roe - a country/gospel artist. I also play percussion in Tom's band.<br />
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<b>What's something most people don't know about you?</b><br />
I did professional modelling a few years ago through the Orange Modelling Agency, but the work was sparse for my age group. I learned a lot of visual stuff that I've been able to transfer to LIFE.<br />
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<b>Do you miss secular radio?</b><br />
No. Maybe because I'm still active with a pre-recorded weekly show on CJAI near Kingston where I manage to weave in a few Christian tunes between Supertramp and Alice Cooper.<br />
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<b>You wrote a book?</b><br />
Ya, it's called "Herding Kittens". It's my story of my journey with the Christian rock band Anthem For Today. We did nearly 150 shows together. I have fabulous memories, an award, videos, number one songs and a tattoo. I also wrote "Good To Great - The Christian Radio Version". I was written to motivate and teach new radio people how to do radio.<br />
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<b>Are you a gym rat?</b><br />
No, I just work out a lot.<br />
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<b>Is there something you'd like to see?</b><br />
Ya, I'd like to walk across the crosswalk at Abbey Road.<br />
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<b>Is there someone in Christian music you'd like to meet?</b><br />
I've met just about everyone. The one who I never got to meet is Keith Green. That would have been great.<br />
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Thanks for asking!Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-59408490984062464572018-03-23T06:23:00.001-07:002018-03-23T06:30:59.475-07:00SHARATHON 2018 - LIVE IT WELLI love Sharathon! None of us at LIFE are working our usual jobs - we're all focused on Sharathon and our special visitors.<br />
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<li>Visitors - volunteers on shifts to take pledges at phone central.</li>
<li>Artists - performing live in the studio</li>
<li>Pastors - offering encouragement and challenges</li>
<li>Listeners - on tour, dropping off donations.</li>
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<b>Behind the scenes - here's what we do:</b><br />
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The actual planning committee begins in November with weekly meetings. Our core staff have done this many times so, while it is very detailed, it tends to run with a bullet-proof checklist. This year we had four new employees, experiencing their first Sharathon.<br />
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<li>Volunteers - the only time of the year we bring in outside unpaid help.</li>
<li>Bookkeeping - keeping all the money organized, during Sharathon and follow-up</li>
<li>Promotions - keeping facebook fresh, updating the totals</li>
<li>Production - listener testimony, artist greetings and all the features you hear between the songs</li>
<li>FOH - our front of house engineer, mixing the live performances</li>
<li>Hospitality - welcoming guests, feeding them, keeping them coralled</li>
<li>Video - recording guest greetings and producing</li>
<li>Programming - overseeing all on-air shifts and elements</li>
<li>Ministry Relations - booking Pastor's for specific shifts</li>
<li>Artist Relations - booking artists for their performances</li>
<li>Runner - keeping the pledge cards moving from one place to the next</li>
<li>IT - Computer Elite, on location and on stand-by to keep phone central fully operational</li>
<li>Street Team - helping decorate, answer phones, sell merch, meet & greet</li>
<li>Food Coordinator - managing snacks, meals and healthy stuff so we don't have to leave </li>
<li>After Party - when all is said and done, we have a staff party nearby, but not too late </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me, watching the new totals being posted at the end of Sharathon</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The After Party - at Todd Gale's house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Allen Schenk, principal of Unity Christian High School in Barrie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The finale - everyone. L-R - Jake Stanley (Part-time DJ), Steve Bradley (morning co-host), Mike Poirier (morning news)<br />
Steve Jones (Operations Manager), Deborah Pinder (Street Team), Crystal Martin (Promotions Manager)<br />
Janice Baird (Bookkeeper), Andrew Haverson (Runner), Scott Jackson (Founder), Todd Gale (Morning Personality), Marliene Cathline (Receptionist), Cody Marshall (Part-time DJ) Terry Molinaro (evening personality), <br />
Nathasha Drummond (Production Manager) and Marilyn Bryson (Receptionist).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me with Brooke Nicholls and Steve Lensink</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steve and Brooke looking at Air Raid memories.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David Mann, Pastor Rick Buck from Emmanuel Barrie and Steve Jones.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steve Jones and Crystal Martin</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A bunch of us with Pastor Jenn Wager from Barrie Free Methodist Church</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matthew Fox with Bob Hawkins and Ron Hill</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sky Terminal lead singer Marcel Preston with Steve Jones.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steve Jones and me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Phone Central volunteers</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me, Steve and Todd.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Todd Dugard lead pastor at Harvest Bible Chapel, and me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paul Turner from Emmanuel Barrie and Steve Jones.</td></tr>
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Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-85031124840235833252018-02-03T06:52:00.004-08:002018-02-03T07:04:40.752-08:00JUST BE NICE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinS3pfaPYxyPt4KqTlcW8XQ196w5_9q-yl4CWQXMbJ13TM9N-lgMB8AjE0UQ0begYkupE_6KrEoJyqq7bd2af24cC6ustlh0Pp81iIkOcF4Q6qUJRsqQ5vhYhLA34RVHMT9fd2TOTjaO0m/s1600/mean-face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="380" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinS3pfaPYxyPt4KqTlcW8XQ196w5_9q-yl4CWQXMbJ13TM9N-lgMB8AjE0UQ0begYkupE_6KrEoJyqq7bd2af24cC6ustlh0Pp81iIkOcF4Q6qUJRsqQ5vhYhLA34RVHMT9fd2TOTjaO0m/s200/mean-face.jpg" width="200" /></a>People aren't very nice - at least on Facebook.<br />
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I find that odd because everyone's profile is visible. We know who they are and quite likely those people are my real life friends. They wouldn't speak unkindly to my face but on Facebook, people post as if they are anonymous. They think their opinion is categorically the only way. That's my interpretation.<br />
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In the last two years, people have become offended ... at everything.<br />
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They don't like hearing an opinion that differs from their's and so they post <u>their</u> opinion, as if they are trying to win an argument. I'll admit, on some topics, they might be correct - but their choice of wording actually makes them arrogant.<br />
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When I post my opinion, I've read replies like, "I used to think like you, but..." I guess I have a lot to learn before I can be like them.<br />
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The arrogance on Facebook bothers me, alot. Why? Because I don't think it's a becoming quality of Jesus followers. My respect for those friends has dropped and now, I actually find them unlikable. The arrogant people don't know they're arrogant and they sure don't want to be corrected.<br />
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I have two suggestions. And, hopefully, I'm not being arrogant! Haha!<br />
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I love and believe very much that we need to cling to the Bible verse in Philippians 4:5 - "Let your gentleness be evident to all." It's a simple line and each word carries weight.<br />
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<li>Let - It's like allowing. We have a choice to "let" or not.</li>
<li>Gentleness - the key word. Like, kindness.</li>
<li>Evident - so that people see it. It's noticeable.</li>
<li>To all - everyone. The people who don't like and those you do like.</li>
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My second suggestion comes from a radio DJ friend who doesn't claim to be a Christian but his words are just as clear. Years ago, Tarzan Dan and I were talking about our careers, which had both stalled at the time. And he said to me, "be nice. Just be nice to everyone."<br />
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Tarzan Dan's quote doesn't need an explanation. If we were all nice to each other on Facebook, our newsfeeds would be a bit brighter. Facebook wouldn't be a warzone between friends. Maybe, people would get along.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdgq9bHmC__G8jZC9Kkmvy1cAyH1qRgYB5uALzk0P2krmtTX7nK3_KwYKEQ0nApSQ8dXl8g5LvFo0Iu6WlrWcT1Ym6hreZfRTHAdXrUk1UlwdMEHo0BOohDro6Mc8_By8AbKKXNhLmVi_/s1600/dan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="390" data-original-width="483" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdgq9bHmC__G8jZC9Kkmvy1cAyH1qRgYB5uALzk0P2krmtTX7nK3_KwYKEQ0nApSQ8dXl8g5LvFo0Iu6WlrWcT1Ym6hreZfRTHAdXrUk1UlwdMEHo0BOohDro6Mc8_By8AbKKXNhLmVi_/s200/dan.jpg" width="200" /></a>Me, I have one criteria I try to remember before I post something publicly. I ask myself, what will my family think, and what would (name of respected friend) think when they see my post? Will they roll their eyes and I'll lose their respect or will they applaud me?<br />
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The next time you respond to a post, wait. Just a few seconds and ask yourself - am I being nice? Am I gentle? Or, am I an arrogant jerk.<br />
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<br />Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-82787015348107727392017-12-27T16:02:00.002-08:002017-12-27T16:02:13.717-08:00I WISHLaugh all you like - these are my wishes. They are all beyond any reasonable miracle, which is why I call them a wish. I have no expectations of any of these to happen.<div>
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<br />So, just for fun, here are my TOP 10 wishes! </div>
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<li>At LIFE 100.3, I wish we could book an Air Raid artist, without going through weeks and months of delays, such as "the band isn't sure", "the band is breaking up", "the band is going to wait and see." Just once, if we could book a band, sign the contract, and actually count on the band to not change their minds?!</li>
<li>I want to meet Mick Jagger. I just need a "Hi Scott", or a hand shake. That's it. I'm not fussy. And although I have many industry contacts, I don't have any that connect to my rock and roll hero.</li>
<li>I wish I could be given a tour of the Rolling Stones stage, the morning of a show, by the Stage Manager. I just like to know stage secrets, like where are Keith's guitar pedals? And exactly what is on the table behind the drum kit? And, how many people are on security staff at a show?</li>
<li>I want to meet Sylvester Stallone. He's iconic. He's lost his fortune and got it back. I just wish I could say "hi" - and see how tall or short he really is.</li>
<li>I wish LIFE 100.3 could have a New Year's Eve Dance Party with balloons and confetti and a band and....a dance, without the backlash of "it's a dance and a Christian radio station can't do that." </li>
<li>I want to go back on the air. Every day. Two hours a day. (My depression makes me unreliable,. I wish I could, but I can't.)</li>
<li>I wish I was 169 pounds, again. Strictly for vanity reasons.</li>
<li>I wish that all my dogs would live to the age of 20 or more. I don't have enough tears for anything shorter.</li>
<li>I wish everyone in Barrie had a bed. It's terrible that people don't have a place to sleep. I'm doing my part to correct it, but I can't fix it all.</li>
<li>I have several minor health ailments and I can live with them all EXCEPT the Restless Leg Syndrome. It's really annoying and I know it annoys the people I'm with. I wish it would go away.</li>
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There you have it - my 2017 Wish List, with no expectations that any will actually happen. But that's ok, because I've been blessed with many other amazing situations, events, gifts, jobs, pets and a few good people in my life.</div>
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Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-4078828137715565972017-12-09T12:46:00.003-08:002018-01-03T17:38:40.920-08:002017 - A Year in PicturesHere are a few highlights of 2017. I am very lucky, blessed, whatever you want to call it. I have a good life with many activities, with many people, in many various locations. I know I'm lucky. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't feel grateful.<br />
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It would appear that music is a huge part of my life, as you will see.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the two artists I manage is Luke Langman from Elmvale. I encouraged Luke<br />to get back in the studio and record new songs. Here he is recording "Bridges" which<br />was nominated for Song Of The Year at the 2018 Covenant Awards.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jason and me - arriving home after his 20 months in jail. Visited him every week<br />
in Penetang and drove to Kingston 8 times to encourage him. Matthew 25:36.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Thanks to Facebook, I was able to locate and visit Jackie Smith. Jackie was the singer in<br />
Little Sister - my first band. I started managing them in Kingston. It was a good foundation<br />
for the artist management job I developed again in 2012.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Debbie Feeley met up in Kingston. Great to reconnect with the lead singer of<br />
Stagger - the second band I managed while living in Kingston, about 1984.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LIFE 100.3's nearly annual "Heart of Worship" concert series, this time held in<br />
Orillia - Luke Langman whom I manage is on the left.</td></tr>
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The Get Up And Go Show by hiring Steve Bradley to co-host with Todd Gale</td></tr>
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radio stories.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spending some time in the "SJ Home Gym and Athletic Centre". It's something to do."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">I also started skipping.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Studio recording of "Let It Go" - the first single by All Rescued Children.<br />
Jared Groenewegen laying down vocals. The song was played nationally across<br />
Canada. "Take A Step With Me" followed, and reached number one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">All Rescued Children - the band I managed from April through December when<br />
the singer chose to "go in a new direction".<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My wife Janice got into public speaking this year with her story of growing up<br />
in Toronto, our life together and some other stuff that makes her cry.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When Anthem For Today liquidated their stage gear, I was able to snag<br />
the stage carpet. It reminds me of 150 amazing shows together, the songs that<br />
were sung and the messages shared - all on this carpet.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Janice - i love this pic.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jerry Lee Lewis in NYC - his 82 birthday. Highlight of the year!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While in New York, me and Mike hanging out on the Bowery at John Varvatos Men's Clothing <br />
store, my favourite store for funky fashions, which also happens to be the same venue once used as the premiere <br />
punk club in NYC - CBGB.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While in NYC, we attended a concert by 3 Dog Night.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">NYC - Mike and me walking across the Brooklyn Bridge.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">NYC - the New World Trade Centre Building - 102 stories.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">New York City - meeting Carlos Montanez and Broadway Bill Lee<br />
at WCBS-FM.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing cajon at Living For Jesus</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 60th birthday - with Ian Eskelin and Dave Clo. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The only thing better than hearing your favourite song on the radio, is being in the band for a day.<br />
"Thank You Goodnight" - All Star United - on my patio for my birthday.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Biking in Ottawa. I go once a year to ride along the Rideau bike path, hang out<br />
at Hog's Back and let my brain buffer.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Many rides with Tom Roe, another artist I manage. Tom plays Country Gospel music.<br />
I never thought I would be a fan of this style, let alone be Tom's percussionist!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Biking with Janice.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I conceptualized the gathering of Canadian singers all singing O Canada<br />
and releasing it to Christian radio. The song was nominated for a Covenant<br />
Award for Artist Collaboration Of The Year. (front row is Luke Langman, whom I have<br />
managed since 2014.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lulu - "To Sir With Love" in Gravenhurst - seats were ringside. One special song<br />
that tugs on my heart.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Still on the radio. Still lovin' it. The Retro Show on LIFE 100.3<br />
Saturday mornings and Amherst Island Radio 92.1 Tuesday<br />
nights at 9pm.</td></tr>
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Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-42218561942574541632017-11-06T12:56:00.002-08:002017-11-24T13:59:46.708-08:00THE SJ HOME GYM AND ATHLETIC CENTRE<br />
It's kind of funny that I'm writing this. I don't see myself as in outstanding shape compared to some other people. I'm not an exercise expert but I think I'm doing ok for my age. Mostly, I like to encourage people. Encourage them to create, to stay busy and active. Be busy working. Help someone who needs help. Keep yourself tuned in to God and take care of your physical body for the short time you have it.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUf_5_vQvTkjna6I9gec8yaK5K-g0gDeLSJAhF6aKfqdOQE70_w_jSUCc2RcWNFBRL5j06LGLub-Rr__Stv7RlNiCWiJ7FJvNCjXSkoVqz09bxW5J5KrcdemuxK5hsxHIul1tZoDDKeoH/s1600/oct+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUf_5_vQvTkjna6I9gec8yaK5K-g0gDeLSJAhF6aKfqdOQE70_w_jSUCc2RcWNFBRL5j06LGLub-Rr__Stv7RlNiCWiJ7FJvNCjXSkoVqz09bxW5J5KrcdemuxK5hsxHIul1tZoDDKeoH/s200/oct+%25282%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a>So, as you read this, it is not meant to be an informative "how to exercise". This is just what I do for myself, and maybe it'll be something you might want to do.<br />
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I've been asked, why post gym photos on Facebook? The answer to that is "motivation". If I can motivate someone to get up off their lazy bums and exercise, I think I've helped someone. When I see other people post their activity, it nudges me. I have a couple of friends who text me their "routine from yesterday" - sort of like accountability.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I only stay at hotels that have free weight gyms.</td></tr>
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So why a home gym? Don't I get distracted? Ya, sometimes. Going to a gym in the city is great because you're surrounded by people who want to get in shape - and there's nothing else to do.<br />
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At home, there ARE distractions - like the fridge, the phone, the dog, the TV, someone at the door. But it saves me from getting in a cold winter car and driving back into town.<br />
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I moved from Barrie to the country five years ago. When my annual membership at the Georgian Gym was up for renewal, I decided to spend the renewal money on home equipment. My whole gym cost me less than $1,000. I started with a bench and a couple of dumbbells and then added on, later.<br />
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<b>THE GEAR</b><br />
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<li>Incline/flat bench</li>
<li>Dumbbells (pairs) of 10, 20, 30, 40 and 50's.</li>
<li>2 sets of rubber cables attached to the wall</li>
<li>1 rubber cable lying around</li>
<li>a pair of push up bars</li>
<li>a 6-pound medicine ball</li>
<li>a floor mat</li>
<li>a chin-up bar</li>
<li>a 100-pound boxing bag</li>
<li>a trainer for my bike in the winter</li>
<li>my phone with "saved videos" of 5 minute cardio sessions</li>
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<b>MY ROUTINES</b><br />
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Day 1 - Chest/Bicep<br />
Day 2 - Shoulder/Tricep<br />
Day 3 - Light day - chest, bicep, shoulder, tricep<br />
Day 4 - Light day - 100 push-ups, 300 situps<br />
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I mix it up and do what I feel like, pending time and motivation. Oh, and the scale.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Planks are killers!</td></tr>
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<b>OTHER STUFF I MIX IN:</b><b></b><br />
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<li>Cardio - several rounds on the boxing bag</li>
<li>Cardio - several professional 5-minute videos</li>
<li>Cardio - skipping, usually 1,500 jumps</li>
<li>Various crunches - I do these throughout every workout above</li>
<li>Ab punches with gloves with a partner</li>
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<li>Ball throws during sit-ups with a partner</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skipping - learned it in a boxing club and my buddy<br />
<span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Chris Bray got me back into it.</span></td></tr>
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<b>AILMENTS</b><br />
I have a few health issues, but none severe. My lowered back complains from time to time. but mostly, it's not bad. Every day that I can lean on the handle bars and ride my bike is a blessing.<br />
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I also have Brachial Neuritis which is a nerve condition in C5 and C6, which caused muscle atrophy - where the nerves stop talking to the muscles, and they shrink. The triceps in both arms are affected, so it limits some of what I used to do in the gym, like push-ups, but, it's not affecting my quality of life.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My buddy Tom Roe and I did a few bike trips this summer!</td></tr>
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<b>BIKING</b><br />
I don't bike for exercise - only for relaxation and fellowship. I hit 1,000/km this season, which is terrible, compared to distance rides and 3,600 km in my best year. The rides are now under 50km a day, and sometimes only 20km. I'll admit - it's an age thing.<br />
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Overall, I'm grateful that I can do this. As I get older, I can feel my body wearing out. But I figure if I keep myself tuned up to whatever level it is that I'm at, maybe I'll last a little bit longer than I would have, had I not done this.<br />
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<b>DIET</b><br />
Anything, plus a Coke, baby! I’m lucky I have a fairly fast metabolism!<br />
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Happy workout, everyone!<br />
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Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-28216084588178432662017-10-03T16:29:00.004-07:002017-10-03T16:29:39.348-07:00JERRY LEE LEWIS - AND OTHER STUFFI'm not a fan. Well, maybe I am, now.<br />
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Jerry Lee Lewis is a 50's pop star known for two songs "Great Balls Of Fire" and "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On". Now in his 82nd year, he performs less than a half a dozen shows a year. And one of them was in New York City at B.B. King's Bar and Grill, in Times Square. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the 50's.</td></tr>
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The show lasted 40 minutes. We all stood as he "walked" on stage, looking elderly, white hair, pale face, hunched over, wearing a silver sequined jacket which fit him horribly. Being frail and unstable on his feet he was helped to the piano stool by two stage hands.<br />
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As prepared as I thought I was to see a feeble, elderly man, well past his prime, I wasn't. I lost it. It was beyond emotional. He reminded me of my Dad visiting my house, careful and slow to not miss a step as he walked over the threshold at the door. Many times I thought, "this could be the last time I see my Dad." And, one day it was.<br />
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As Jerry played, he reminded me of that. I was crying, I'm not kidding. It was overwhelming to be there. I wondering - is he doing this for the money? Or because he still loves to perform? I don't know. <br />
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Between his southern drawl and slurred diction, it was hard to understand him. But, he pounded the keys with fervor and that was exciting. The audience cheered! Well, they cheered for everything!<br />
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This particular show was JLL's 82nd birthday. His wife (7th wife) sat on stage taking pictures on her phone, sometimes getting in the way of the band. A fan went up to the stage with a birthday gift, wrapped in silver, and leaned over the monitor to hand it to Jerry. Jerry leaned forward and I thought - oh no! He's gonna fall right over. A stage hand intercepted and tried to take the gift, but JLL grabbed it and sat it on the piano. Haha.<br />
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"Great Balls Of Fire" played, more or less. The band was average. They didn't perform. They just played, carefully, without enthusiasm. Not because they didn't care but probably because they don't have much energy left.<br />
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Then it was "Whole Lotta Shakin'" - the place went bonkers! And, I kid you not - at the end, Jerry stood up, kicked the piano stool backwards, flipping it over, just like he did when he was 25! The place - went nuts!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPDxqepE19udAUINGrG6s3hG7deNAZG92P55wFu5PJv-IjLQEp-N1D3NbVSGOqhdysrBh0ckh0CFLMHzxyMCmK8rF7RL24uvXb74DBz4i9T9e9IoJYRUxm2eoPRYBcUJiZBXftknaonplp/s1600/8+all+jerry+lee+%252812%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPDxqepE19udAUINGrG6s3hG7deNAZG92P55wFu5PJv-IjLQEp-N1D3NbVSGOqhdysrBh0ckh0CFLMHzxyMCmK8rF7RL24uvXb74DBz4i9T9e9IoJYRUxm2eoPRYBcUJiZBXftknaonplp/s320/8+all+jerry+lee+%252812%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a>Then, his assistants came to him, and took him to stage right, where his wife was still rapidly taking photos as if it was his last show. And then, they brought out a birthday cake with super candles with 18 inch flames shooted high.<br />
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Despite, my sad and emotional memory it was incredible! I was in the second row, just off centre and it was worth every dollar. And this show cost me plenty.<br />
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It was like being with royalty. A man who gave so much to early rock and roll. He is a pioneer. He kicked man stools over, rocked many fans into a frenzy much like Elvis. He married 7 times, one time to his 13 year old cousin. He's had tax issues and been incarcerated. And who knows what else. But he's a pillar in pop music. And he's still doing it.<br />
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I'm so lucky to have been at this show. I was watching history. Gosh, I am lucky.<br />
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Here are some other highlights of my trip to new York.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Visit to my favourite clothing store - John Varvatos on the Bowery,<br />
former site of CBGB's nightclub.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awesome hotel gym - Paramount Times Square</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new friend Carlos Montanez, with (legendary DJ) Broadway Bill Lee at CBS-FM.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Movie - about JD Salinger writing "Catcher<br />
In The Rye." Great indie movie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike and me on the subway.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike and me on Brooklyn Bridge.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Coke truck.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amazing lunch place off Wall Street.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The show dates.<br />
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Facebook reminded me that it was one year ago of a very special family event. My son Brett and his wife Gretyl, began an international tour of with <a href="http://www.handsomeandgretyl.com/" target="_blank">band Handsome and Gretyl.</a> I went on board as the Tour Manager and my wife Janice joined us as the nanny, looking after Brett's kid's while he performed evening shows.<br />
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The tour began in Seattle and crossed many states into Canada, returning in Seattle.<br />
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We shared the expense of a 31-foot RV that acted as our home for the month, as well as transporting stage gear. We slept on board, cooked and ate, had meetings and enjoyed family time.<br />
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I've toured with local bands on weekend dates but not for weeks and weeks and certainly not covering the miles of this H&G Summer Tour.<br />
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From Seattle, to L.A., to Nashville and Toronto - and many more cities. A few promoters ended up becoming Facebook friends, following me long after the tour ended.<br />
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I learned new things about artist management on this tour - learning is great! Especially when it's music-based.<br />
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It's been fun to look back over these photos and I've posted a few of the show highlights and the extra stops along the way.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Visiting Southfork Ranch - home of J.R. Ewing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sketchy venue but a fun show.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Visiting the life-size ark in Kentucky.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The James Dean crash site memorial in California.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The intersection where James Dean crashed and died.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Mint - downtown L.A.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somewhere. Brett driving, me navigating.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Mint - great venue, great lights, great sound, great show.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Early morning sunrise over Tennessee.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nashville.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Just can't keep my eyes open!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A tour highlight - playing Rock The Lake in Orillia.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meeting up with my radio friend Tim Cardascia in Sacramento.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Private party in Sacramento.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seattle - the beginning.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shawnee Ok. Private Party.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Placing a bid for an item in Alice Cooper's Phoenix restaurant.</td></tr>
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Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-3085884276306797412017-07-14T08:50:00.001-07:002017-07-15T06:11:10.897-07:00I'M 60 - AND HERE'S WHAT I KNOW<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">I can’t believe I turned 60 this week. Sixty! It’s old enough to be a grandparent! Old enough for body parts to mess up. And, old enough to look back on 60 years of life's experiences and share some thoughts for those who care.</span></strong> <br />
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In no particular order, here are 36 things I've learned. Nearly, one a year!</h2>
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<li>Stretch your body every day. Stay flexible.</li>
<li>Don’t go into debt. It’s nearly impossible to get out. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>You get what you pay for. Stop looking for cheap deals.</li>
<li>Do what you say you’ll do otherwise you’ll be thought of as unreliable.</li>
<li>"Once you give up your dreams, you die." (Jennifer Beals in "Flashdance")</li>
<li>Don’t be late. It’s disrespectful to those waiting for you.</li>
<li>Don’t ever tell anybody everything. Some secrets are not meant to be shared.</li>
<li>If you look after your things they’ll last longer. Mom was right.</li>
<li>Keep your stories short. People are only listening until there’s a squirrel. And there’s always a squirrel.</li>
<li>Never say "never". The last time I said "never" I ended up in Nicaragua. </li>
<li>Great ideas can have bad timing. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaP65QAPml_OOIME1tpOg96YmjkcLss88bA9MnzZKmo59_DkvztsFV06TvG-U_5CM7pSsGlZVrrzKeouFbKi2Ys9FX4n46mTbIPypsRr0gSBqS75zlly38ahAjawF6V_SXEvJT0bpDywJn/s1600/kim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="870" data-original-width="1102" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaP65QAPml_OOIME1tpOg96YmjkcLss88bA9MnzZKmo59_DkvztsFV06TvG-U_5CM7pSsGlZVrrzKeouFbKi2Ys9FX4n46mTbIPypsRr0gSBqS75zlly38ahAjawF6V_SXEvJT0bpDywJn/s320/kim.jpg" width="320" /></a>Sometimes you need to wait.</li>
<li>If you’re wondering if God is involved, look for the fruit.</li>
<li>Best friends are only around until the wind changes direction or your money runs out, whichever comes first.</li>
<li>Some people are eternally unreliable. Keep your distance.</li>
<li>"Everything ends badly, otherwise it wouldn’t end." (Tom Cruise in "Cocktail")</li>
<li>Have a hero to follow.</li>
<li>Someone is watching you. How you act. What you say. Be a hero to someone else.</li>
<li>Don’t get sucked in to nonsense. Especially church nonsense. </li>
<li>You can’t fix everything that goes wrong. Let it go. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>You can’t figure everything out. Let God do his job.</li>
<li>People change and the memories remain. Cherish the memories.</li>
<li>Get a dog.</li>
<li>You can think about doing good deeds but unless you do them, you’ve done nothing.</li>
<li>The journey is what brings us happiness, not the destination.</li>
<li>Hang around with people who are kind. Ditch the people who aren’t good for you.</li>
<li>Car rides are better when someone else is driving.</li>
<li>If you’re sick, get meds, get therapy and pray. It’s a good combination.</li>
<li>The speed limit may be low but ramp speeds never lie.</li>
<li>There’s someone worse off than you. Buy them dinner. Buy them a bed.</li>
<li>There’s someone better off than you. When they offer to help, don’t be too proud to accept.</li>
<li>Surrendering your time and inconveniencing yourself for someone else feels really good.</li>
<li>Save your money for at least one really good bucket list event.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>People think you know what you’re talking about when you’re older, even if you don’t. </li>
<li>"There’s never nothing going on." (From "Peaceful Warrior")</li>
<li>Spend more time being grateful for what you have and less time asking for more stuff.</li>
<li>Coke is delicious. Coke brings a smile. It is never insincere, it is never late. It calms me when I’m frustrated and gratifies me when I’m happy. Coke is always a sight for sore eyes. It is always bubbly. Always quenches. It far outweighs the cavities. Coke is always there for me. Coke is it.</li>
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Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-83277347536214862732017-05-12T11:40:00.002-07:002017-05-12T11:40:17.942-07:00O CANADA - CHRISTIAN ARTISTS FOR CANADA 150This July is Canada's 150th birthday. I thought, wouldn't it be cool to have a new version of our national anthem recorded, using the artists who make the music we all love! And so began the project of recording "O Canada".<br />
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For years, I've dreamed of recording the national anthem, in a "we are the world" format, bringing in a dozen well-known artists, and each of them singing a lyric line, backed-up by an all-star chorus of singers.<br />
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With this year being the 150th anniversary of Canada, it seemed like the right time.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yVprdUcBJ5YviL0v1f_uUZAFDf181-qe0eSpIo7GxzjzfXYYsUXpto26vQ9tsKUjnai6DeijqgF0_KdzLmV8u-IjwpFuMH-7ZiLoA05D_toeHaypzPNwpDg5Yi579GVYyRnHGkR6gPJ1/s1600/IMG_9219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yVprdUcBJ5YviL0v1f_uUZAFDf181-qe0eSpIo7GxzjzfXYYsUXpto26vQ9tsKUjnai6DeijqgF0_KdzLmV8u-IjwpFuMH-7ZiLoA05D_toeHaypzPNwpDg5Yi579GVYyRnHGkR6gPJ1/s320/IMG_9219.JPG" width="320" /></a>I contacted Andy Horrocks - the award winning producer. Andy is generally known as "the" producer for Christian music in Canada. I'm not sure how many Covenant Awards he has won as Producer of the Year. Or, how many songs he has produced, but "a bunch" would be modest.<br />
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Between Andy and myself, we had contact with nearly all of the most well-known artists in the Canadian Christian music industry.<br />
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From there, I handed it over to Andy. <br />
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Andy brought in a house band to lay down the music track and then he set-up one day for all of the singers to come to his Kitchener studio to record.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSUybpmRELtwRIJeUpJyYuhB5gDfoFaD1u17izTScWnFOduoENZeNrJzw3TO4DhKMRhWLmFGq_Z_2jhWmWWoPBP8HViMEI0cD4h3w2rTBnDYhyphenhyphenjde5658nMqMsnRhf2_iYsS85H4H5JmH/s1600/IMG_9233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSUybpmRELtwRIJeUpJyYuhB5gDfoFaD1u17izTScWnFOduoENZeNrJzw3TO4DhKMRhWLmFGq_Z_2jhWmWWoPBP8HViMEI0cD4h3w2rTBnDYhyphenhyphenjde5658nMqMsnRhf2_iYsS85H4H5JmH/s320/IMG_9233.JPG" width="320" /></a>He has a large living room and there, on the floor, lay 25 headsets, positioned where each singer was to stand.<br />
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It was a fabulous day, hanging out, with all those talented singers in one room. And those who could not attend, recorded their part in a local studio and sent the track to us.<br />
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I was overwhelmed in emotion to see all these people, sing so effortlessly, in a patriot way, and honour Canada at this once-in-a-lifetime event.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzFelFiWGSsy5RLR48s09H1rI8a5fHy4IsBPIz4Mfnd_s5YvZb4idha9wXnQoF1UAY_ikRJD85rbwMoCUVZYEYyPqUqEN5_VgubX6TgGhJwjs5KZAFTQOTzV9fiijuAk06it-_LhHyhUX/s1600/IMG_9236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzFelFiWGSsy5RLR48s09H1rI8a5fHy4IsBPIz4Mfnd_s5YvZb4idha9wXnQoF1UAY_ikRJD85rbwMoCUVZYEYyPqUqEN5_VgubX6TgGhJwjs5KZAFTQOTzV9fiijuAk06it-_LhHyhUX/s320/IMG_9236.JPG" width="320" /></a>After the chorus was sung by the collective band, each lead singer went in the studio to sing their part, all directed by Andy.<br />
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We named the group Christian Artists For Canada 150. Thanks to David Wang <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLwxQ2DRiwQ&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank">for producing a video </a>to capture a very memorable event in the making.<br />
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"O Canada" is released on iTunes, Spotify and included in a national radio special that airs on most Christian radio stations across Canada on Canada Day!<br />
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Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-17152572288537876672017-05-09T09:11:00.001-07:002017-05-09T09:20:37.279-07:00OUR ANNIVERSARY - MAY 9<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDflHuN049gNVWpte8C_7HWCghL3UlR8UYsU9D5rKS0aSU4927yArNtTgWfxWwR7H2k23PJBPsuNIc8dF2kumsqbGRqnuxqlhFiZl-fci8IJu-HEhc9HkfQZJE-2n4FhGAPo2_Pvg-0VV/s1600/sams+posted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDflHuN049gNVWpte8C_7HWCghL3UlR8UYsU9D5rKS0aSU4927yArNtTgWfxWwR7H2k23PJBPsuNIc8dF2kumsqbGRqnuxqlhFiZl-fci8IJu-HEhc9HkfQZJE-2n4FhGAPo2_Pvg-0VV/s320/sams+posted.jpg" width="178" /></a>Nobody wants to read a long blog but finding just one thought to share out of 36 years of marriage is nearly impossible. But, as a radio guy, I'm used to doing "radio edits" so here is the radio version of what could have been a very long blog.<br />
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We've been married for 36 years, as of now - 2017. But our history goes back to Grade 7 where we met at Northmount Junior High School in Willowdale (Toronto). Our homes were less than a mile apart.<br />
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I'm not sure when we became girlfriend-boyfriend. It started with Janice making maps of Africa for me for geography class. Her maps were colourful and better than mine and she liked making them, so I turned in her maps for marks. (Ah, confession is so good!)<br />
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From Northmount we moved on to high school at Newtonbrook and then when I went to Humber College for radio broadcasting, Janice went to York for a biology-geology combo degree.<br />
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She joined me in Kingston in 1979 and we were married in 1981.<br />
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Tonight, after dinner at the Keg, we'll pull out our photo albums, of which we have many, and reflect.<br />
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"How have you stayed together?" people ask, often. If I could site one specific thing it is the concept of surrender.<br />
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Janice likes going out crafting with the girls. I like going to concerts. Sometimes our activities will interfere with dinner time, or the use of a car. Where many spouses will say, "You went out last night, tonight I'm going out! Or - "I need the car, you'll have to stay home!" we have learned to surrender to each other, without any spite. <br />
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Each week we go over our personal calendars and see who's going out, travelling, or what night we have guests. (We have dinner guests every week.) It is easy for us to say, "You take the car, I'll stay home."<br />
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We live 20 minutes from Barrie and in the winter we have one car. It requires planning and surrender to figure out who takes the car, who is picking up the other, who is running the errands.<br />
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If there is one thing we have figured out, it is surrendering to each other. It's us. It's not her and me. <strong><u>It's us.</u></strong> <br />
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It saddens me to see my friends nag each other and talk badly about their spouses - the person they picked to do life with.<br />
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Janice and I have grown up together - from kids to adults. We've travelled near and far, relocated to different cities, had kids, lost money, found Jesus, seen many concerts, got depression, got arthritis, buried our dogs, lost our parents, and lost friends. Ya, we've lost many friends. But since grade 7 we've still got each other. <br />
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We support each other. We cheer on each other. We have decades of memories and photos for when we forget.<br />
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Our marriage journey is a bit like the Sonny and Cher's song "I got you babe."<br />
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So, if there's one thing I've learned about marriage, it's surrender.<br />
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Happy anniversary, Janzel!<br />
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Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-2922456882308756162017-03-31T09:11:00.000-07:002017-03-31T09:11:06.073-07:00VISIONS OF SHARATHON<strong>SHARATHON BUDGET</strong><br />
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Monthly<br />
Goal: $3,500 in new monthly pledges<br />
Pledged: $4,266<br />
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One-Time<br />
Goal: $150,000<br />
Pledged: $168,222<br />
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Scenes from Sharathon<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me, playing with the Tom Roe Orchestra.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steve Jones with Darrell Baker from Faith Baptist Church in<br />
Huntsville with David Mann.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Phone Central - Marilyn Bryson with Stephanie Rourke-Jackson</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our theme this year - God Is On The Move</td></tr>
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<br />Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-70120269076119359362017-03-22T13:02:00.004-07:002017-03-22T13:06:23.547-07:00I'M THE BOY WITH THE BEATAbout a dozen years ago I ventured to take up playing drums. My friend <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwG2LwpuKnI">Gideon Courtney</a> was my teacher, with weekly lessons. While I was in no way a natural musician, I found I was able to keep a fairly steady beat if I stuck to the basics.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmy5av8Ej4USjDKJKzCrdE5jaT6qxPDNnUPS1k8ygtOcT0ANilV-0IbERR4B1mdzd65EBJQBKLZY01-Yr76ni8FDvGjTz9oWNSq_hmX1zImsHGfFwprmAIaPVrHxUza6ORB6wJj8hZlXSr/s1600/IMG_8770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmy5av8Ej4USjDKJKzCrdE5jaT6qxPDNnUPS1k8ygtOcT0ANilV-0IbERR4B1mdzd65EBJQBKLZY01-Yr76ni8FDvGjTz9oWNSq_hmX1zImsHGfFwprmAIaPVrHxUza6ORB6wJj8hZlXSr/s320/IMG_8770.JPG" width="240" /></a>I got a few opportunities to play at church from time to time. Then, a couple of years ago, I discovered the cajon! At last, I have found a musical instrument that I love to play! And, maybe, have acquired some skill.<br />
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I remember the first time I saw this unusual instrument. It was at the <a href="http://www.lifeonline.fm/">LIFE 100.3</a> 1st anniversary party. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bv6JCvQvW2w">Scott Krippayne</a> was the performer and his percussionist played a cajon. A guy, sitting on a wooden box, banging it, and from it came many intriguing beats and sounds!<br />
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One day, a few years ago, there was a cajon sitting by my office door, handmade and delivered by a listener. What a coincidence! I was thinking about buying a cajon! It's become a huge blessing!<br />
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So now, you might say <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnc_7VxOkrc">I'm the boy with a beat.</a><br />
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Now, a few years have past and I've become fairly competent with it. And, I've added some extra effects, like a few shakers, a train whistle, a siren whistle, a guiro, a vibraslap, tambourine, woodblocks, a triangle, splash cymbal, djembe and some bell horns.<br />
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In addition to playing nearly weekly at<a href="http://www.livingforjesus.ca/"> Living For Jesus</a> Outreach Ministries in Orillia, I'm playing with a few friends who each present a different style of music and more variety for me.<br />
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Love playing, anytime, anywhere! I especially love playing along side a drummer on a kit!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All of my percussion stuff.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing with John Par and the boys in Elora.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sitting on the cajon, with a kick pedal and shaker.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Tom Roe playing at Amica in Barrie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing with John and Kevin, (and Steve on spoons) at<br />
Living For Jesus in Orillia.</td></tr>
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<br />Scott Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879198673128477322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229771997683841522.post-25368901295453670822017-01-20T08:26:00.005-08:002017-01-20T08:32:49.870-08:00KINGSTON - HE'S BACK!<a href="http://www.christianflamethrower.com/dial.html#cklc" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="http://www.christianflamethrower.com/dial.html#cklc" border="0" height="62" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrJymDIWGhyQgs26vO-SZb3AsJ382jfhvXCaY88a6DQOtcNRJKKlS8NzqY8Kzc4A5IifqrYbSneBgB_j0jQfq6GkkRZsr4D4DvcGLeK2nPYOfETsAqB7PCIiI4xUHdA0U6tsCV1uBy50Y/s200/cklc.jpg" width="200" /></a>Some of you may know that my first on-air, full-time radio job was at CKLC in Kingston. It was 1978. I was fresh out of college and lucky to start my career at an established station, with a bunch of other guys my age, similar personalities with a couple of bosses who taught us to love radio as much as them.<br />
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After the first few years, I was restless and bored, playing the same Canadian songs every night. (The programming department stacked the Cancon in the late hours to make the quota and keep the CRTC happy.)<br />
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In 1983-85, I was being influenced by a couple of other radio guys - Howard Stern whom I could hear thru AM static from New York City on WNBC and Rob Christie at 630 CHED in Edmonton, whom I enjoyed via cassette tape, recorded in Edmonton by a friend. The other influence was David Letterman, still new on NBC late night, full of sarcasm and originality.<br />
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My personality morphed into a combination of the three entertaining guys with a sprinkling of memories from 1050 CHUM's Scott Carpenter as I recalled from my teen years.<br />
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The "Scott Jackson Zoo" or "Sanitarium" was birthed from 10pm-1am. The record count per hour dropped as the phone calls and listener interaction increased. There were regular listeners who called in a character and silly recurring features that often got me in trouble with the boss.<br />
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After my show at 1am, I would begin producing bits for the next show. It got crazier and sillier and with some foresight, I kept tapes of the shows - "just in case".<br />
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Well, "just in case" has come to fruition. I have recently volunteered to provide <a href="http://www.cjai.ca/">a one-hour radio show to CJAI - a public radio station on Amherst Island,</a> just outside of Kingston. The playlist consists of songs from my CKLC era - Poison, Duran Duran, Supertramp, and a few others. Each show has an original CKLC bit from those days 30 years ago, except now I can't get in trouble! If you ever called CKLC and were on my show, you might hear yourself on the new show on CJAI! Just warning you!<br />
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Tune in Tuesdays at 9pm. It's an unleased hour. Who would have thought?!<br />
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