Sunday, 17 August 2014

High Octacive Dreams

“Tell us more Dad,” the children would inquire. They would be intoxicated again and again by the high octave fumes that would fill the air while their fathers Gino and Leno would tell them racing stories that echoed from the past into their imaginations. 

Gino will sign off on admitting his school marks might have been higher if his passion for racing wasn't stronger than his homework. While others might be diligently preparing for school, Gino was diligently preparing his car for
Saturday's annual slot car race
Saturday’s annual slot car racing. Adjusting and oiling his car just right, perhaps a few test runs, and his school marks would slide down a bit. Gino reasoned that his passion for racing would lead him into some exciting moments, moments that would far exceed what an extra mark or two would accomplish in class. Brother Leno and graphic artist extraordinaire Giuseppe could walk and chew gum at the same time and would hold diplomas in their chosen professions while still possessing a rabid passion for racing. So maybe it was fitting that Gino would hold the prize for the ultimate moment as a race fan, a moment that still fills his mind as he tosses and turns on a sleepless night. 


Together these three fervent race fans would go on racing adventures seeing heart stimulating things that mere couch potatoes would never see. Sure, along with such adventures came an accident and a bust! Things like this are to be expected when you are a pursuing all the action racing can provide.
Let's race!!

Yes, the accident. The accident would never had occurred if the three hadn't bought an Italian Birel go-kart to race at Whitby’s Goodwood race track. With excitement feeding their veins, their dreams of glory literally crashed during one glorious day of mayhem. Giuseppe, going full throttle, ran off the track and then managed to bring it back onto the track to t-bone Paul Tracy. Yes, that Paul Tracy, who would go on to become Canada’s hope of racing glory. Tracy’s Dad was not too appreciative of Giuseppe’s magnificent maneuvering to get the kart stable and back on the track. Perhaps what really set Paul’s Dad off was the fact the Giuseppe was running last and Paul had the lead!  

Soon the passion for racing would move beyond slot and kart racing and progress to watching live professional racing. But when you’re young and full of passion, just sitting in the stands is best left to other race fans. No, the racing event must be made an adventure and that’s where graphic artist extraordinaire Giuseppe would practice his talents one weekend that would lead into an accomplished career. Being an avid photographer he had a small town newspaper “hire” him to “cover the race”. Having a media pass was better than an ounce of gold, allowing holders to areas of the track that ordinary ticket holders could not go. 


Detroit's famed Book Cadillac Hotel
So began another adventure! Gino, Leno, Giuseppe and three of their friends arrived one weekend in Detroit for the 1982 inaugural Formula One Grand Prix. The six of them ran into problems when there was confusion with the hotel that Giuseppe had booked a room. Finding themselves with no lodging for the weekend, they headed to the Bull Market restaurant to figure a way out of the dilemma and needle Giuseppe merciless on his hotel foul up. Numerous times the restaurant manger arrived at their table to tell the boys to calm down as they were disturbing patrons at other tables. Eventually, he acquired what all the fuss was about and after learning their predicament left the table for a few minutes and came back to tell them he had found lodging for them! 

The boys were awestruck when they arrived at the famed Book Cadillac Hotel to claim their room in the Presidential Suite .The hotel was frequented by many famous guests, from Presidents to Hollywood celebrities, and was the lodging that Martin Luther King had stayed at shortly before his assassination. After unpacking the five of them quickly got down to business; they had five artistic masterpieces to produce from the pass that Giuseppe had secured. An assembly line was arranged with Giuseppe as the supervisor and doing the final touch ups. Each one painstakingly copied a different part of the pass from the original and passed it on for the next guy to do his part. All the while Gino slept on the couch and snored his way into the night.       

When morning came, the six rushed to the track holding their butterflies at bay and hoping the previous night’s creative endeavor would secure them to an all access pass to the weekend’s events. Smiles and winks were passed around amongst the six after they were let through the gates! Oh, what a sting! Each could tell stories of meeting drivers or having conversations with various team personal as they would walk through the paddocks and pits. What a weekend! And at the Detroit Gran Prix! Cars rounding corners at neck breaking speeds, squealing brakes and mufflers backfiring!

Gino would have his own story to tell on the last day just before the race
1982 inaugural Detroit F1 Grand Prix
begun....fondly shared years later as ‘The Bust’. An astute security guard noticed a tiny variation of some kind on his media pass as Gino tried to enter the paddock area one last time. But instead of relishing a final visit to the paddocks he was ushered promptly to the track’s police trailer. With beads of sweat breaking down his face as he listened to officers grill fraudulent ticket owners over and over again, Gino had visions of a lifetime banned from racing events! When Gino’s turn came to be interrogated for his media pass, the police believed for a moment they had uncovered a major league counterfeiting ring. But as their persistent investigation came to an end, they determined they had just stumbled upon an enthused racing devotee. They told him that he had one of the best forgeries they had ever seen, but for one thing: his pass had a slight “ink run” due to exposure to the heat and sun! To this day he doesn’t know if his pass was intentionally not coated with hairspray to protect it from smearing as pay back for sleeping while the assembly line was hard at work. All have pled ignorance to the foul up to this day.


The three would go onto many more racing events with various other invited friends to hear the screaming, heart pounding and thundering engines of Indy and Formula One cars. Stories would be swapped and exhaled for weeks and years after. Tales of being to a team party or sacrificing one of their friends to run through a pit gate so the others could rush through, while security personnel were busy chasing the friend they sacrificed.  

One of their favorite adventures was the annual Formula One race at Watkins Glen. A star studded end of season race with epic drivers: from Gilles Villeneuve, Mario Andretti and Nelson Piquet. Long ago drivers that are still recognized by race fans who were yet to be born when they raced. Because it was the last race of the season mechanics would sell off their uniforms and the three amigos could not give up a chance to own an authentic piece of racing paraphernalia. They would purchase three uniforms that day from team Brabham. Written boldly across the uniform was the team’s major sponsor: Parlamat. Little did they know that this purchase would propel Gino into the distinguished history of Formula One racing at Watkins Glen the following year.

In  1979 the trio made their annual pilgrimage to Watkins Glen again. Stashed away in their travel luggage was the team coveralls they had purchased the year previous. Gino would never had dreamt what the day would have in store for him. At the track Gino announced to his brother and friends that he would be walking into the pit area with the Parlamat uniform on, masquerading as a mechanic for team Brabham. When Gino walked to the pit entrance with his Parmalat overalls on, security parted way for him as he walked through the gate with an air of importance. Once inside he strutted around and made it to the starting grid, examining the various race cars that were minutes away from
roaring to life. Curiously enough no team approached him wondering why a mechanic from another team was examining a competitor’s car! 

Soon enough the horn sounded for all to leave the starting grid except for drivers and team members. Gino stood at the other side of the wall separating people from the starting grid. His heart was thumping, as one by one
"The Mechanic" examining Gilles Villeneuve car
mechanics started the cars that would soon be compelling their driver’s to accelerate to speeds at the edge of life. Gino was standing there looking at the mechanics getting ready to start a Brabham’s team car, when one of the mechanics noticed Gino standing there with their team’s overalls on. The mechanic smiled and motioned for him to come over the wall. Gino leaped over the wall and joined the Brabham’s team mechanics behind Nelson Piquet’s car! In a deep English accent the mechanic instructed Gino to hold the air cylinder, while the hose that carries the air to the car that torques the engine to life, was connected by another mechanic. Looking quickly into the driver’s mirror, Gino noticed that the eyes of Nelson Piquet’s had a humorous and bewildered look to them as he watched Gino hold the cylinder! But nobody was more surprised than Leno and Giuseppe. They were perched high in the pit grandstand watching excitedly as Gino snag the ultimate race fan adventure...starting a Formula One car...on the grid...at race time!

Dante and Grandpa Gino 

Little did they know that while telling the testosterone fueling stories of their boyhood escapades the seeds of racing passion for the next generation was being germinated. Of Gino’s five children it would be son Paul and daughter Melina who would continue their father’s addiction to overpowered engines and speed. Paul would find fuel for his veins in his special Edition Mustang GT and then his new 425 horsepower Camero SS Redbadge. Maleina’s son Dante is racing go-karts and is finding his way onto the podium. 

Leno’s sons Victor and Michael would also eagerly grab the racing torch
Micheal 
from their father. Michael would go on to represent Canada in Australia at the World Transplant Games in bike racing while incredibly battling Cystic Fibrosis. Victor would enroll in Automotive Engine and Race Technology at university and is presently pursing his interests in racing. 

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Beyond being a Celebrity

Back to blogging after a break doing some serious songwriting. At times I become single minded when writing, and everything else takes a back seat! Yeah, I took a break to go to Indy Toronto and spent some time writing an article for a friend, but music was in my heart and mind!

I was asked recently what's your first favorite rock band. For me it was Rush. Neil Peart had a house in the country on Greenlane Rd in Beamsville for awhile. I used to play road hockey across the street from his house and sometimes he would be out there mowing the lawn and sometimes he would speed by me in his sport car as I was walking home from the bus stop. I'd think , "What's the big deal?" LOL I was a fan of Shaun Cassidy at the time. Not really knowing how famous he was I use to think he was just a nice guy. He would wave if I walk by while he was cutting his lawn, or he would wave as he sped by in his sports car. And ain't that the judge of a person,,,not what their job is, but who they are. Sure it's nice to meet celebrities, but really, any celebrity I have ever meet hasn't really changed my life.
I should note I eventually did become a big Rush fan. One day I heard a few songs by Rush on the radio and I was hooked! And then he moved! Interesting story...One afternoon my bud and me were peeking around Neil's back stone shed watching them practice in his garage and Alex closed the door. But like I said, I wasn't a fan at the time.

Thursday, 26 June 2014

Darkness into Light


Firehouse

Unfortunately but thankfully one could pick up many books from almost every country about heroism, courage and selflessness. But one cannot read every book. I happened upon this book at one of those book warehouse specials and I'm sure glad I did. David Halberstam's Firehouse is a must read. Yes, many great stories have been written about 9/11 and rightfully so. This is just one of them.

While reading Firehouse you will be gently but powerfully drawn into the personal lives of all firefighters from Manhattan's Engine 40, Ladder 35 who answered the call that day. Of the 13 who answered the call to the World Trade Center from this Firehouse, 12 would heroically give their lives for others.

Firehouse will draw you into all aspects of that day, and the days before and after; telling the stories of family, fellow firefighters and the fallen firefighters.They are and were a beacon to our greater calling as humans. Courage, selflessness and a determination to protect life around them without harm or violence to others, and a willingness to lay their lives down for us to discover how darkness can turn into light!

Have we not learned? Must the few drag the majority of world citizens that just want to love and be loved and enjoy life without conflict into war?



Thursday, 19 June 2014

Always Learning

Well, always wanted to learn how to paint. Yeah, I know....I starting off with "paint by numbers." But hey, it's a complex one! And it's a beginning!

Monday, 9 June 2014

A Nut and A Hero


I can never get enough of books! I get them from different avenues: each final destination of lfinding a book to read makes me feel like an explorer as I search and search for a book I feel will interest me. Once in awhile I find a gem that once I start reading I can't put down. Yes, I been late for events because try as I might I couldn't pull myself away from a book. "One more chapter," I say! Yeah it's true: I've even been late for a little romance while I've had my nose in a book! LATE, NOT A NO SHOW:)

I find my books at retail bookstores, online, the library and discount warehouses that have oodles of books that retailers can't justify having on their shelves due to low sales or the book has run it's course. I appreciate the warehouse because many books are "old" and I  missed it when it first went retail.The warehouse is interesting because once a year they have a sale where for 25 bucks you can walk away with all the books you can put in a box they give you. I have found some real gems there for a beggars bargain!.

My two favorite book the past while are Sometimes I Feel Like A Nut (HarperCollins) by Jill Kargman (bought on-line) and Things Worth Dying For (Penguin Books) by Micheal Kelly (bought at the discount warehouse) by Micheal Kelly

Sometimes I Feel Like A Nut

Jill Kargman's has written a warm, very funny, and honest book about her life as she sees it. If you want a book to relax and have some laughs this is the book.

Grab a glass of wine or your favorite beverage and be prepared to read the book to the end in one sitting. While the book is very humorous and has that New Yorker attitude and sassy revved upped opinion Jill reveals to be a honest, witty and heart warming individuals as she tackles life events and reminisces on her past.

I give 31/2 stars to this book. I would have given it a 4 out 5 but she patently states in the book that she doesn't like Canadians. Hey, she hurt my inner Canadian child!  




Things Worth Fighting For

One of those hidden gems you find in a clearing warehouse.

Author/journalist Micheal Kelly passed away in an accident while covering the Iraq war. This book is a collection of various articles he had published during his career.

You know a good writer/journalist when they can draw you into their personality as you read their writings. While reading Micheal Kelly's book you will find an author who wrote insightful and many times compelling articles. He can be extremely witty and humorous as he writes on various subjects. At the end of the book you feel as if you know Micheal personally.

Be prepared to be educated, laugh and share some tears while reading Things Worth Fighting  For! Thanks, Micheal Kelly.


Sunday, 8 June 2014

I Hope That I Don't Fall in Love With You (Tom Waits) covered by Adrien ...

Oops! A Confession and a Fox

I have a part-time job at a golf course and I love it there. It's quiet, a lake is right there, wild animals roam about and it's surrounded with trees. My first year there I was cutting the rough and oops!, I accidentally ran over a golfer's ball and cut it to shreds.  A fellow worker saw it happen and drove up to me and told me just ignore it and keep on cutting. I had to smile when I saw the golfer looking for his ball in the rough...and looking...and looking. Ordinarily I could have just given him a spare golf ball as we always have lots of them as we find lost balls hidden in the rough and by the lake all the time. Golfers really need balls that send off a signal when they lose sight of their ball. Anyways, I couldn't give the golfer a golf ball this particular day because this was an old fashion tournament. The golfers dress up in period costumes from the 1800's and used period golf clubs and golf balls. I didn't have a spare golf ball from the 1800's!

While working on the course I find many times I am inspired in my thoughts by nature. If I have time I will just sit there on my machine and watch a fox chasing a squirrel and then find myself rooting for the squirrel. Run buddy run!!! Most time the squirrels win. The fox is an interesting animal as it will loose it fear of humans in a short time. I can always tell if it's a new fox on the course as it will take off as soon as they see us or hear our machines, while the ones that have graduated to permanent residence at the course will calmly go about their business with us or the golfers around. This drives the golfers nuts as the furry little foxes will randomly just pick up a golf ball off the fairway that is in play. The golfers will shout and yell to no avail while the fox walks away...golf ball in mouth!

Confession is good for the soul. So I confess today to that golfer out there that was fruitlessly looking for his golf ball in the ninth fairway's rough a few years ago. I was a fox that day as I more or less stole your golf ball! I would confess in person but I don't remember what you look like and most players at the old fashion tournament are from out of town. Many apologies to you sir!! I learned my lesson and since that day pay careful attention out there on the course for golf balls. Because of you I must have collected at least a couple hundred golf balls lost that golfer's have lost. If your're ever at the course again I have ten top notch golf balls to give you for my transgression.

Good day, and keep your eyes open!




Saturday, 7 June 2014

The Hat

Came home one day from golfing with a new hat I bought and a lady goes, "Why are you wearing a hat that says 'tit less'. Lol, I said, "it says 'titleist', it's a golf brand". Had a good laugh over that! Maybe me more than her tho :)  Made me think how many other people might be thinking the same as I walk around with my hat!

Kinda reminds me of songs that are misinterpreted on a large scale by fans. One of the famous ones is Bruce Springsteen's  Born In The USA. Most fans rock to it as an anthem but Bruce was writing about a character that is a Vietnam war Vet who comes homes questioning blind patriotism in the USA

Made me think that I may misunderstand songs myself at times, or purposely interject my own thoughts while listening to a song. As a songwriter I am aware that many fans pick up on key phrases or words in a song and transfer it to their own feelings and thinking, while others will go through the lyrics line by line and figure out the intended meaning. When writing I am aware of this, so I try to be as creative as possible. A good song is one where the fan feels they own it!!

Have a good day! Golfers, hit that "tit less" golf ball where you want it today!

Thursday, 5 June 2014

Wonderland

The Doc and my Ass

Today is library day! I'm a chronic reader and need some fuel. Funny how you can keep a sense of humor while in tremendous pain. As I've mentioned for 5 weeks I was misdiagnosed with a pinched nerve in my back when all along it was fluid accumulating from an outside abscess on my bowel...Diverticulitis! So, I'm at the clinic one day and the Doc wanted to make sure there was no tumor up the ars which can cause back pain. Well, he's got his finger up that region and the thought hit me, "Oh Lord, I hope I don't get aroused...I couldn't handle another crisis and find out I'm gay" Lol! The Doc got a kick out of that one.
Weather is getting better. Love exploring the great outdoors! Aren't horses majestic creatures? Chow for now.

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

The Journey....

Been out of action for a few months. During the month of April and first week of May I had terrible lower back pain. Everyone thought I had a pinch nerve! It wasn't. Turns out I had an abscess on the outside of my bowel with a tear. The fluid build up was causing me the awful back pain until a proper diagnosis was made (similar to what Eddie Van Halen had-a form of Diverticulitis) On the mend and writing music again!