The Magpie Bjournal

K.D. Lang – Hallelujah, Crying

Jane Siberry – The Walking, Calling all Angels

Glenn Gould - Bach - Goldberg Variations: Aria, Bach - BWV 828 - 1 - Overture

The Tragically Hip – New Orleans is Sinking, Blow at High Dough, Poets

Sarah McLachlan - Ice Cream

Rush - YYZ, Tom Sawyer, The Trees

The Barenaked Ladies - One Week, Brian Wilson, Lovers in a Dangerous Time

Neil Young - Heart of Gold, Helpless, Needle and the Damage Done

Bruce Cockburn - Deer Dancing ’round a Broken Mirror, Mama Just Wants To Barrelhouse all Night Long, If I Had a Rocket Launcher

The Guess Who - American Woman

BTO - Taking Care Of Business

The Band - The Weight, Up On Cripple Creek, The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

Spirit of the West - Political

The Reostatics - Claire, P.I.N., Power Ballad to Ozzy Osbourne

Sarah Slean - Lucky Me, Pilgrim

Joni Mitchell - Big Yellow Taxi, Raised on Robbery, Woodstock

Oscar Peterson - Hymn to Freedom, C Jam Blues

Lenny Breau - The Claw, Georgia

The Cowboy Junkies - Sweet Jane, ‘Cause Cheap is How I Feel, Blue Moon Revisited

Blue Rodeo - After the Rain, Trust Yourself

Holly Cole - Little Boy Blue, Cry (If You Want To)

Having become quite good at taking photographs of extremely small things, some folks at IBM have succesfully imaged an actual molecule (of pentacene).

I seriously believe that this movie might just save Hollywood or something.

Emma, an eight year old singer/songwriter, rocks out with more aplomb than I will ever muster.

Firefighter demonstrates bicycle safety to cyclist by attempting to blow cyclists’ head off.

I hope that this dude gets to actually practicing what he’s preachin’, but -still - the preachin’ part sure sounds good.

Amazon, in an eerily Orwellian fashion, has erased all purchased electronic copies of “1984” and “Animal Farm” from their customers’ Kindle e-book readers. Thereafter, Amazon electronically credited the bewildered readers’ accounts for the purchase price (less shipping and handling, of course – (that’s a joke)).

This is kind of like hiring a team of elite ninja accountants to stealthily break into your house in the dead of night to steal that copy of “The Fountainhead” from your bed-side table, leaving you a small crumpled pile of dollar bills in its place.

I’m just waiting for the day that they start changing the actual content of volumes that have already been purchased. I bet the first book they do that to will be something by Kafka.

This young woman and I are on such the same wavelength that I think we might be twins, having been separated at birth.

United Airlines hates guitars almost as much as they hate passengers.

Exactly when did Britain become one great-big fascist clusterfuck?