And now for something completely different

Hey there gang

I'll have to say that Steve Johns is about 80% responsible for this blog being created, as I have no end of fun reading about what a geek he is. Then again he is a good friend of mine so we must share a great deal of that geekiness.
Indeed the real reason I am deciding to create one of these is mostly to reply to things steve writes, and if you knew of the nature of our spectacular year of Sunday afternoons from 2003 (I had graduated, Steve was doing....5th year I believe they call it) then you know we can talk ad nauseum about music, sports and life in general, surely a sign of a good friend when you're always able to talk about things.

Anyhow I digress...

It is July 27th today, a quarter-century ago, during, coincidentally, another epic heat wave in Kingston, I Gavin Charles Schwier was born after putting my mother through sheer agony for multiple hours, to which I have yet to hear the end of in one way or the other. I kid, its not that bad.
You might not care that its my 25th B-day today, but the reason I write it is b/c I just finished reading Steve 's(www.nwontario.blogspot.com) entry about how today was such a formative day for him 10 years ago, and in that piece of information, I too take gleeful idiotic delight in the coincidental events that take place in our lives. Steve's love of the Who, live theatre, Pearl Jam, and pretty much the being of who he is all began to take shape on this exact day Ten Years Gone (note the Zeppelin references Johns, I know you'll appreciate it).

Continuing on with that theme, I would like to take personal credit for Steve's courtship of The New Yardbirds (or as the world knows them, the most kick ass legendary rock band ever that I would sell all of my internal organs to see live circa 1971-75; Led Zeppelin). It was Steve who always was cuckoo for the Who, and I definitely liked and respected them, but was always a Zeppelin boy myself, which started with of course the unnamed 4th 'Symbols' Album, and continues to this day which still makes me buy Robert Plant albums and sit through some godawful 'World Music' shite just to get to some few good tracks, but yet I will never question the man or stop buying his albums even though I might not always love them. Anyhoo I'm definitely rambling but this is my cherry-popping entry here so why not make it last as long as possible, something not done as easily with the real-life one.

Steve definitely respected the Zep when we first met during Monday Afternoon Football where Widge and myself were late round draft selections to the Browns and Whites respectively...(ps. Browns, you boys STILL owe us a case of Beer, its been 5+ years) But it wasn't til post-grad work on Steve's living room couch @ 5 Birch, right across from my beloved domecile 6 Birch, that I discovered from the boy he wasn't all that familiar with the body of work that was Led Zeppelin. Well I loaned him a 'Q' Magazine Special Edition on Zep that still remains a tome of biblical importance, and with it his path was set to take his place in the line of awestruck listeners/fans who experience the extended works of Messers Page, Plant, Jones and Bonham (R.I.P.) Then it was like a light went off and steve finally blossomed into a full adult being (just kidding, that would be just a teeny bit pompous to claim).

So in summation, I do believe that all the Zeppelin in Steve's blog should be footnoted each time with a thank you note to me for pointing him in that direction.

Lemme know what you think Steve-o.

Cheers.