jason

In the Romeo and Juliet style story that is Quinzy recording in Toronto, the Taronnos (Jamie and Sandy) are the Sharks to the Pankratz' Jets. Every night my brother and I (Tony and Tony) stand below a balcony singing to Sandy and Jamie (Maria and Jamie) about the possibility of making an album "tonight". Our Bernstein (MPW) is beautifully crafting our songs and as I look across the room at him an impromptu disco ball slowly glides from the gym ceiling as a soft focus slowly surrounds his marvellous soul-patch blazened face.
I also tend to wonder why I'm writing an elaborate west side story metaphor. I do realize that I am in a band and should let you know that I have had a lot of beer to drink... and stuff.
Anyway let's hope no one makes the "music man" to our "west side story" and we finally get the tony that we deserve... No seriously we're writing a musical right guys?
ps I know so much about West Side Story from research. I promise... oh yeah and field studies.
pps Toronto make-a me crazy.

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Jason "Batman" Pankratz

That's right Toronto. We're coming. Only 12 days to go (including today)
Rumor has it that Hilary Duff will be at Much Music the day we get there, and unless she cleverly hides behind some street signs or a small sapling we'll be seeing her over a firkin of beer.
Other than that Toronto you will, most likely, not be seeing us. We will be tucked away in a studio somewhere playing instruments of wood and metal until we develop premature bonitis in our decrepit hands and hand our vocal chords the sweetest of deaths (drowning in a pool of honey and pop-rock singing).
However Toronto If you do see us it will probably be during the twilight hours and we will most likely be snatching bodies (obviously).
And so there it is. An impending adventure of epic proportions and you suckers read about it.
In closing I'll leave you with the words of Dr. Harvey Bassett.
"I hated to drag you out of bed at this time of the night. You'll soon see why"

Snatchingly yours
Jason "whoopsy daisy" Pankratz

It's coming soon. It's the 99th day of the year (100th in a leap year). That is of course assuming all you blog readers use the Gregorian calendar (sorry all you Julian calendar users... but seriously you should probably stop using the Julian calendar).
That day also happens to be this bass playin', neon shorts wearin', Winnipeg boys birthday. It's probably the best ninth day of a month in the whole year.
Example, April 9 is the "day of national unity" in Georgia (the country), also in the Philippines it is known as the "Day of Valour". I happen to love valour, and don't get me started on unity. So to all my Georgian friends, when Monday rolls around please unite nationally. If not for yourselves do it for me, and all of you residents of the Philippines don't hesitate to show all of your valour as you fight the tyranny of the beginning of a work week, but don't despair, before you know it it will be the Binirayan Festival when you can celebrate the coming of 10 Bornean Datus.
Now I know what you're probably thinking. "Jason, I'm not from Georgia orrrrr the Philippines. Why should I care about April 9?"
Well my response comes swiftly and powerfully Mr. or Mrs. Darryl or Debbie Downer.
have you ever enjoyed the pleasures of a Playboy magazine? 'Cuz you can thank April 9th for Hugh Hefner (1926). Have you or have you not sat on the edge of your seat/ wept from pure enjoyment before during or after the movies "Dragonheart", or "The Flight of the Phoenix"? 'Cuz you can thank April 9 for Dennis Quaid (1954).
And for all you Korean movie fans out there (that's Korean movie fans not Korean movie fans) if it were not for April 9 Chu Song-Woong would never have been born who would therefore never have spawned Chu Sang-Mi who would in turn never have made her spine-tinglingly exciting thriller "My right to Ravage Myself". So don't come to me with your April 9 hatin'. I think I've proven it's worth.
To April 9, you're welcome, and don't forget to say "good luck" to Prince Charles and Camilla before their wedding (2005).
So, when Monday comes around and you feel extra courageous and you just can't stop yourself from hugging a Georgian, now you know why.

Enjoy, and happy Jason Pankratz Day (unofficial).

Hey Friends,
What's the deal?

Why is it OK for people to go to places of business and tell me about how the government are all rats, or how they can't even get stamps at the post office anymore?
Here's a question. What has this guy done in the last week to warrant him wasting my time and ruining what was otherwise a good day?
Here's the answer. He sat at home thinking about all the things that he used to be able to do 15 years ago that he can't do now. He then thought to himself "I just need to find someone to tell this to, and oh yeah, I have to have the most smug grin on my face while I do it".
He thinks about how he's going to show his superior wisdom and intellect to this unsuspecting victim.

I'm gonna be honest. Half the time I don't know if what these people are telling me is fact or just something Charles Adler "unloaded" on the world.

Probably the most enraging part of having to listen to this is the tone with which they tell you about their qualms with the government or that the quality of eggs has really dropped in the last 30 years. It has an edge to it that makes you feel as if someone is running a cheese grater along your rib cage.

Here's the point. I don't really care what you have to say "bitter old man"

...And I just realized you probably feel the same way about this blog.
...And, I forgot, Why the hell aren't penny candies a penny anymore?!