
When I was 10 years old I was given Aerosmith’s Permanent Vacation on cassette; Hangman Jury is still a song that sticks with me and I can remember sitting in my bedroom in Mt. Pearl listening to it over and over. Little did I know what would be in store for me one day, but it went a little something like this:
From 5:00 to 7:00pm our crew waited in a tiny room along with the crew from eTalk and The Hour for our 10 minutes of allotted time (each) with Steven Tyler and Joe Perry, which was supposed to begin at 5:30. The first sign of trouble was an update from their publicist that Steven Tyler was still on a private jet coming from Boston and once he A. landed B. got to the ACC and C. went through hair and make-up, he would THEN decide to either chat with us or do the fan meet and greet first…..so we waited, and we waited. Then around 7:30 something happened. Steven Tyler opened up the side door of our room thinking it might be a private spot to make a phone call, but it was not. He exits just as fast as he entered and we all burst into laughter. So, he makes his phone call in the hall just outside the door while our laughing and chatter about what just happened has turned into eavesdropping silence as we triy to hear what Steven was so pissed about on the phone. I guess our quick silence was too obvious because Steven pops back in and jokingly inquires, “Are you guys listening to me? You got pretty quiet!”, and with a smirk he was gone again. A truly surreal and epic moment. Now, who his argument was with is unclear but, I can tell you it was about him being late and not feeling like there was time before the show to do press. So we wait a little bit longer and learn that the meet and greet is indeed going to happen first AND that now we have 10 minutes to split between all 3 TV shows…..MAYBE…which is not really gonna work even if it happens.
Around 8:00 George Stroumboulopoulos gracefully bows out and The Hour begins to tear down their gear as I begin shoveling a Twix bar into my mouth, assuming that this interview is not happening. *At this point I should explain to anyone who doesn’t know the history of Aerosmith that the relationship between Joe Perry and Steven Tyler is a classic rock and roll saga that at its best has brought us some epic songs and at its worse (addictions aside) has seen the two rock and roll legends literally trying to take each other out with their instruments mid-song. The past six months in particular have been a constant string of interviews by Joe Perry saying the band was looking for a new singer since Steven was not communicating with the band…yada yada yada. Steven’s lawyers got involved and the band is back on tour.*
So, I’m chomping on a Twix bar and then in walks Steven and Joe. Steven takes control of the room, exclaiming “Let’s do this! Five minutes and everyone can use the same interview!” The entire room is caught off guard (even their publicist) as the guys sit in the eTalk set-up, grab a mic and I get the look that says “JUMP THE EFF IN THERE WELLS!”
Still with a mouthful of chocolate, cookie and caramel I jump in and the eTalk and MuchMore cameras fly as I try to take control of the interview, but I still don’t even have a mic! Finally, I feel something brushing my ankle mid-sentence. I reach down to grab the mic, which has been passed on to me Olympic-relay-team style and I try to settle in, but at this point it’s a fuckin’ gong show! Joe is staring straight ahead with his arms folded. Steven is like the Tasmanian devil on his ninth cup of coffee and I am just hoping I don’t have any goddamn chocolate in my teeth. I keep waiting for the five minute wrap up, which never seems to come, and the conversation continues with Joe just sitting there refusing to take part in the Olympic-style mic relay as our producer now tries to slip him the talking baton. He obviously is not in a good mood. Little by little, however, he begins to speak and perk up and before I know it I have been chatting for 20 minutes with the dudes who gave me so many hours of pleasure back in Mt. Pearl listening to Hangman Jury. The fact that they really didn’t want to be sitting next to each other is just part of the classic relationship they have forged over the past 40 years - I was just lucky enough to witness it five feet from my face. Then they storm out of the room just as insanely as they stormed in and I still don’t know what the hell we talked about. All I can remember is that god damn Twix bar.
Check out the interview on Wednesday August 25 at 7PM on the Daily Fix and let me know what we talked about.
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Posted: August 20th, 2010 | Category: Daily Fix | Comments: 1 Comment
Tags: Aerosmith, eTalk, Joe Perry, Steven Tyler, The House

I scored a paperback copy of “A Streetcar Named Desire” at a Value Village in Ajax, ON last week. There are some cool photos of the original cast including a pretty epic shot of Marlon Brando (Stanley) on the cover and I have decided to not remove the 99 cent price tag from the back…it was a good score.
The best part of this particular copy is the introduction, which is actually an essay written by Tennessee Williams that appeared in the NY Times November 30, 1947 (four days before it’s opening on Broadway). It is amazing and the whole piece reminded me of a topic I often bring up with artists I interview about the small window of creativity before someone becomes famous where making music (or creating any type of art) is a very honest and organic thing that somehow can never feel that way again once there are expectations and notoriety.
It seems like for a lot of the musicians I have spoken to over the years the story is the same—after years of touring and dealing with the business of music the hope is to somehow get back to the place in their minds when none of that mattered…….ya know, careful what you wish for because you just might get it. Young, hungry, unknown musician have dreams of being a well-known musician and sometimes their music gets them there. But once that happens it’s rare to make music in that same way. Tennessee Williams says this in his essay “Security is kind of a death, I think, and it can come to you in a storm of royalty checks beside a kidney-shaped pool in Beverley Hills or anywhere at all that is removed from the conditions that made you an artist, if that’s what you are or intended to be.”
A funny thing happened to me after finding this essay…I was invited to the opening night of a play in Toronto called Imbalance. I quite honestly didn’t know what to expect but I walked away so happy that I ended up there that it made me want to tell as many people about it as possible…before it ends its short run, so here I go:
I find myself watching performances with the same feelings Tennessee Williams was talking about in his essay: the raw and honest emotion that exists within a young artist when the goal is just simply to create and express. Imbalance is the story of John and his struggle with mental illness within society and his own family that ultimately ruins his life. It is damn good. I’ve had the fortune of seeing a lot of shows, in particular Broadway musicals and plays (most recently the revival of Speed The Plow with Jeremy Piven) and this tiny production was just as well thought-out and enjoyable. Using a minimal stage, a couple of tables and a few chairs I was just as captivated by anything I have seen in the past because the writing, directing and in particular the acting was so good.
It’s a rare moment in time when you get to see these types of performances. It’s like finding that independent band playing a small gig before they blow up and take over the world. The writer and lead actor, Michael Clarke, is almost perfect in this and is supported by some stand out performances by Ryan Cooley (Degrassi the Next Generation), Tara Grm and amazing direction from Tom Davis. If you’ve got 15 bucks trust me and spend it on this.
Imbalance
July 21st - 31st
Helen Gardiner Phelan Playhouse-79A St. George Street
www.pandemictheatre.com
Posted: July 22nd, 2010 | Category: Uncategorized | Comments: No Comments
Tags: Imbalance, Michael Clarke, Pandemic Theatre, reviews, Ryan Cooley, Tara Grm, Tom Davis
California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger has made a bit of a stink with a Twitter video he posted talking about budget cuts. While sitting at his desk with a 2-foot long knife he said he shot the Web clip because he does not want to be seen as “El Stiffo,” and then he said, “ I hope you leave enough room for my fist because I’m going to ram it into your stomach and break your goddamn spine (I actually added that part - but it sounds funny in my head, I love Running Man!)
Posted: July 24th, 2009 | Category: Daily Fix | Comments: No Comments
Aside from the amazing talent of people like Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and Kurt Cobain… it’s the mystery and/or the young age at which they died that adds to their music legend. James Tappy Wright, the one time road manager for not only Tina Turner but Elvis and Jimi Hendrix has a new book out called Rock Roadie in which he claims Jimi Hendrix didn’t just OD… he was murdered. His claim is that Hendrix was forced to swallow pills and then basically drowned in red wine. Furthermore he says, “Hendrix’s manager Mike Jeffrey was heavily in debt, and so took out a $2 million life-insurance policy on him.” Wright claims Jeffrey (the manager) told him Hendrix was “worth more to him dead than alive.”
Posted: July 24th, 2009 | Category: Daily Fix | Comments: No Comments









