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Hello Folks, Fans and Freaks!

This is another edition of music reviews by Dr.Jay Cole! Todays review comes from an amazing band called “The Brains” who sing what I have dubbed as “Punk-rock-ska-billy”! Truly amazing musicians through and through with a stage presence to conquer any crowd they play to!

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It was 9am on Saturday morning, February 04th, 2012. I was in my bed wearing clothes from the night before plus a plaid patterned robe, aviators, and a springtime straw fedora hat bugging out to random videos being played over the computer to the television. It happened like a gun shot to the knee. Our power went off early in the morning, and a startling silence crept throughout the entire townhouse complex like winds over the desert sands.

The sudden lack of an ‘electric buzz’ hit hard and sudden to the core of every flatmate. Startled and unnerved, Jonny leaped from his bed to see why I had grumbled into the kitchen to yell at the stove’s inadequacies for its reliance on the grid while cursing my own lack of morning tea. At least the beer was still cold. I cracked the can open, Jonny asked how my night was when he very well knew, and was the partial cause of the previous evenings shenanigans.

My emotions and thoughts of “the shit i had to do today!” quickly dissipated. A new-found calm crept over me, spreading a deep relaxation, and after a moment of enduring the nothing, the silence grew louder than any noise before it. I was reminded of quiet peaceful times in the forest; cabins and tents under the trees while the bright moonlight sheds our darkness veil. I decided to script a hand written letter.

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It was late afternoon on Friday when I had given up with the day’s designing tasks and poured roughly four shots of Appleton Estates rum straight onto the rocks. I took a long harsh drink, paused for a moment and reflected on the week that had just gone by. I told myself it was going to be ‘one of those weekends’.
I no longer believe in time, yet have a great respect for it at the same time. This allows me to go through life never knowing when things are happening, such as the flatmaster Tracy, leaving for three days. She is the one who handles the landlord, billing issues, noise complaints, police, and dishes out the house chores; you know, the caring kind who generally keeps this place afloat. So with the “Rule-Queen” gone, the five of us had open season on this place. It was about to get maddening!

I convinced my videographer to eat some LSD, while he broke out the blunts and the MDMA. He tossed me some green to twist up, and upon first impression it looked like dirty ditch weed. Upon closer inspection through an inhalation method, i thought for a moment that we were wrong about the herbs’ quality as my mind exploded into an orgasm of colors and lights, the room swam dreamily and… I should mention that we had not eaten the acid or MDMA yet and these effects were coming from solely from the pot. It definitely was in fact ditch weed, most likely sprayed with something strange and majickal. The answer to that, we’ll never know.

We watched a few trippy movies about holy mountains, Salvador Dali and Disney coming to life, and of course weird music videos. It was nearing midnight by my guess when we finally ventured outside into the frigid -20 degrees Celsius temperatures of Canada.

I bundled up in a parka. Mark did not. I strolled comfortably the entire trek while Mark only bitched about the cold and the distance. Canada can destroy people, it’s surely a place where you need to come prepared. After a short 15 minute walk we arrived at our destination, a small pub looking shack located in a strip mall. We had nearly passed the place when I realized that maybe we should be on the lookout for a bar or something to reflect our reason for walking fifteen minutes, which was obvious we had both forgotten. I did a three sixty spin and there it was, Charlies, nestled among several other small bargain shacks all strung together in a strip mall fashion. While there’s nothing wrong with a strip mall, why include a bar? The front of their building was clearly an eyesore, with a black broken sign and matching broken windows held together with duct tape. Cigarette butts had been littered everywhere on the street with about six punk rockers hanging out in front contributing to the butt piles. I tipped my hat to them as we entered their establishment.

My friend marks vibrations were getting weird. He had been to these types of events before and knew what was to ensue, where I did not, it would be an evening of learning and experiencing new things for me. The entry room was large enough to be another bar itself and very well could be a restaurant in the day time. The large burly man towering over us would not let me pass with my friend to the bank machine while he fetched us some cash. I found it strange that I could not enter the bar. Another person came in from the cold, paid the man twelve dollars and was allowed in.
“Is that all they want? is twelve dollars? is that what’s stopping me from entering?” I said out loud to nobody. The bouncer and the man at the ticket booth looked over at me with cautious eyes, i quickly dished out the cash and the bouncer stepped aside, apologizing for his rudeness in detaining me. Two black men entered. They looked like something out of a 1990’s Los Angeles gang. “Yoe dawg” the taller one said to the bouncer, “What’s poppin up in this joint?” the shorter one asked. If i were the employer i would have this bouncer fired simply for turning away paying customers as he answered them “Uhh.. yeah… it’s uh.. its a punk show guys” while shaking his head no “Yeah you’re not gonna like it”.

Strange, i thought to myself, isn’t their job at the front to take the money and let people in instead of discouraging them from trying something new? Something that might just have been that one change of scenery to allow them to step out of theirs for a couple hours? Perhaps even going as far as to stopping them from getting into different more violent troubles later in the evening? Thankfully the two men had distracted the bouncer and his mate from figuring us out while we stood staring into space, mumbling words to the photos on the wall. Photo’s of landscapes, flowers, old barns and tree houses, framed in thick scrolly plastics with gold spray on paint for an added touch of class to this dive-bar we were about to enter.

I had to move on and stop all of this inner thought while gazing off into space, someone might catch on to us! Mark had returned and bought his way in. We journeyed through this entry way-eatery area and we stepped into the main room just moments before the headlining act was to perform. I heard a dorky science guy voice say out loud as we stood in front of them, “I can honestly say, I’ve been to every kind of show from this scene, and I’ve NEVER seen those two guys out at anything, look around, its all the same people as from…” The voices trailed away as the bartender barked an order from me. Double rum on the rocks! The barkeep with his handlebar mustache nodded a manly nod and slid my drink across the bar, connecting it perfectly in my hand without a spill. It’s the same method used in ball games, you let your hand slide back as the glass is sliding and it catches it much more smoothly and keeps the liquid calm. I took a little note of the room. The first thing that caught my attention was the contrast of clothing everywhere. You could tell the true punks, the real grime street rockers, and then different from them were these dolled up profesional ‘actors’ lets call them. I’ll explain more of that later.

Standing next to me at the bar was a fellow shorter than I am, bald all but for a small black tuft of hair, strange contacts in his eyes, black leather studded jacket. As i scrolled further down a guitar came out at me from the shadows! My first reaction of thoughts was that this could be a hipster and maybe a new ‘non cool’ hipster thing to do is carry around a guitar at a bar when you arent even playing? Because really, what artist buys their own booze? To his defense, he was buying a beautiful lady a drink, and attempting at least, horribly, and failing at delivering cheesy pickup lines about his body size and how small guys have a good power sometimes. The girl laughed, smiled and then walked away with her free drink. The strange looking guitar-man gave me an equally strange ‘nod’ of recognition as he passed by. From the hunter-esque clothes I was wearing they most likely thought me to be a writer or journalist. With that in mind, i decided to write this music review today and i took many detailed notes about the room, the venue and the acoustics, how many people the venue will hold, and the cost of drinks!

My musical experiences in Halifax had not been the greatest to date, never truely satisfied with overwhelming talent. The guitar man shuffled through the crowds cheers and applause and jumped up on stage with his drink in hand, and he was to my surprise, the lead singer of the headlining act, The Brains. The first song had not even finished, and I knew right away, that these boys had it!

The sound, punk-rock-ska-billy, and it was OFF THE HOOK!
My eyes never left the stage for the entire show other than to grab a new drink. Their songs, while not my favorite choice of genres, were so perfectly scripted that it lead me to believe this bar was too small for them.

The four band-mates knew exactly how to work the crowd up into a moshing frenzy at any time they desired, and then there was something that happened that i feel unveiled the Hollywood dazzle I was seeing and buying into, becoming a part of. It’s all an act, they are regular people who sit and plot and design and figure out these things ahead of time. This whole show was truly something scripted from a movie, rehearsed several times, from the band members on stage, to the hired dancers and dolls in the crowd. I was tipped off by a comment made from the stage, “This song is for the couples out there, all the lovely couples… i know YOU TWO are a couple…” as he pointed to a skinny lad with a big afro type cut and an equally large Afro styled beard, ginger in color, faded black t shirt, skinny jeans faded and torn and with the lady friend who was so obviously out of his league.

The music started, and these two began dances that you only see on television, no these weren’t some random couple, they were professional dancers. There other dolls throughout the room had their own ’stations’ to be at in occupying certain areas of the bar/dance-floor. They would randomly stop in to the table with the manager, and then disperse back to their original standing/dancing spots.

The manager’s table was situated in the center of the room nearby to the sound man, and un-coincidentaly the area of perfect acoustics and i believed it to be no coincidence. This suit-sporting manager man was also taking notes. I sat down at his table and introduced myself “Hello!” I said probably too loud “I’m Dr.Jay Cole! Host of the Jerk Off Hour”. Shock factor to a man who works in the shock factor business of punk is something special when it touches his heart. He dresses up these people and has them parade around as the real deal while the regulars bitch to each other in the darkened corners about how fake they all are, no this man was not ready for those words, or for the cold sweaty clammy hand that would next shake his, leaving behind a calling card on the table i quickly exited. “Dont call me, I’ll call you” i said as i disappeared back into the shadows. These people are too good for this small stage. Their sound and techniques are so
very well polished. I was happy to have paid only twelve dollars to see all of this. At this point, the lead singer mentioned they were ‘happy to be home’ after a tour of the EU. Dollar signs. Touring gives you a lot of money to work with to hire dancers and stage extras, a lot of bands are hiring people to be fans in the crowd, dressed up nice to drum up more fans and excitement throughout the show, and this appeared to be no different tonight. A cheap gimmick for such a talented band. I hope to see them again under more sober circumstances. We left the bar, and had gotten only one block away where a large parking lot pans out. It was a dark shadowy area, perfect time to break out my Charlie Sheen “Tiger Blood” flask that had been filled with rum earlier on. I remember mentioning to Mark if he would like a swig, Mark attested to not really enjoying straight liquor, and my respect for him dwindled just a little bit. With my head cocked back, my eyes watching over Marks ways of being a silly-nanny, I reached the flask up to my lips and took in a large gulp. The sound of WEEE_WOOP~ and the blue and red flashing lights nearly caused me to shit myself. There in the shadows, had been a police car, watching us, listening to our discussions and finally catching me in the act!
Busted, “We’re going to prison for sure!” i said out loud, thinking of all the other drugs I had stored away in my pockets. The cop had not gotten out from his car as he had a pile of computer laptops and donuts sprawled about, the window was rolled down and he yelled out “STOP! Get over here!” Mark and I walked shamefully over to the car window, the cop was holding a coffee cup on the window and said “Hand me the flask son” Mark, as i would like to hope, realizing the cop was strapped in by his seat-belt reached over and tipped the coffee over. It spilled all over the donuts and onto the laptop. “RUN!” Mark yelled out! and we both booked it for the shadows following the back roads and by back roads we mean back yards in the city!
We made it home. Upon entering the house, Jonny was still spinning beats and it was now about 3:30am. Our bars close at 3pm in Halifax, compared to the 2pm curfew throughout the rest of Canada! It’s truly a great city to live in. I just hope my unique winter parka doesn’t get me noticed by that same cop one day!

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I stayed up all night in fact, watching trippy movies, and videos, long after Mark and Jonny were gone, long after Drunk Jeremy and his two friends disappeared. It was about 9am when the power went off. I thought to myself, “Self, what were you doing when the power went off?”
“Why, I was writing Sarah a msg on facebook” I replied
“So what should you do right now?” I again asked to myself
“Probably continue to write the letter, but on paper”
“Great idea sir! It will help you to practice your writing skills in a world without technology”

Once the power had returned, the hum and buzz of everything re-settled into everyone’s minds and we all got back to our regular scheduled routines. It’s fun to check out once in a while folks, but lets not have it become a common occurrence. Once every three months i’m told is an adequate amount of adventuring through the soul.

All in all, it was an excellent night of wacky maddnessness. Thanks to my friend Mark and thanks to The Brains! for the wickedbad entertainment!

Dr.Jay Cole
http://listen.to/drjaycole

This work of fiction is subject to Canadian Copyright Laws © Copyright 2012-2013 by Jason Cole

Hello Folks, Fans and Freaks!

Todays ‘rant’ is in response to the article on How one Canadian city is about to enlist its civilians in helping catch speeders over the holidaze.
CBC Article on Speeders

Since the CBC only gives you a certain amount of spaces, this article will be slightly varied from the post found on CBC.ca regarding this article.

It is sad that the only argument about this issue is over money. Ten dollars for this or that and a few stamps really doesn’t equal out to anything worth noting.

The real issue is that Canada is becoming a Police State and whether or not this tactic is effective is irrelevant to the final outcome and that this is part of a wider campaign to slowly let Canadians be okay with pointing the finger at each other.

We are entering into a time where the laws are getting more and more firm, we are putting more people away into prisons and jails and leaving only the “PURE” civilians out there, people who work simple government jobs and file their taxes on time.

The balance is shifting to a point where we are about to have more people who are out enforcing the laws than there are regular civilians.

This is outrageous that we are willingly entering into this Big Brother world where we watch each other ever so closely looking for mistakes! It takes me back to the old days when the entire village would shun the fellow who did not attend church on Sunday and then gossip about his family all week. And that was the church’s power over us, the same power that
our governments are trying hold today.

I think that we need to watch ourselves and be our own boss and be in control of our own destinies. We don’t need Canada to become a country of RATS!

I agree that speeding, drinking and driving is a concern over the Holidaze, and I think the Police need to find their own ways of dealing with this that does not involve the public. Honestly, what are we paying them for? It would appear that they are only here to defend corporations and not the public, even though they tell us on a regular basis that they are here for us, for our defense.

I will not be participating in ANY form of help to the police in these matters. Stand strong Canada! You know what is good for you, and you know what is right and wrong.

Dr.Jay Cole
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Hello Folks, Fans and Freaks!

Today’s topic is in reply to this article on the Huffpost regarding the export of Canada’s Asbestos, should we or should we not export hazardous materials that we know for a fact are dangerous to the health of humans on earth?
http://huffingtonpost.ca

The problem with this issue, is that while we know asbestos is a direct cancer causing agent and we know that we are selling it to other countries who don’t care about importing such hazardous material, other countries at the same time, ie: China, are selling us in Canada hazardous materials, from cell phones to laptops to televisions, while they themselves do not allow the same materials to be used within their own country. It is a case of the world trying to slowly poison one another through exporting. Should we take the high road and be the ones to NOT harm the other counties and lose out on some profit while the rest of the world profits off or our own mistreated health issues? or should we join the rest of the world in destroying itself? You decide! Go to the article above and VOTE!

Peace,
Dr.Jay Cole
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Dr.Jay Cole holds a doctorate in Metaphysics from The ULC in Modesto California and can be read here on this weekly blog, or catch him on his show The Jerk Off Hour where he interviews folks from Canada’s Entertainment Industry as they hash out world issues.

Dear Kevin Smith,

Within your infinite creativity towards methods of releasing new films, can you please find it in your heart to invent a way, you god damn fat fuck, to bring “Red State” to Canadian theatres?

Sincerely,
Dr. Jay Cole MsD.
The Jerk Off Hour

Hello Folks, Fans and Freaks!

Dr.Jay Cole here, writing to you from the sweltering heat of Ottawa Ontario. The Humidity is INSANE! and since humidity is relative, there is no way of explaining this heat with mere words, it is truly something you must experience first hand to understand.

As a valid member of the East Coast, I have never experienced anything like this before coming to Ontario. We are basically trapped in a valley of heat. Thankfully, we have a few weeks of Music Festival to attend, drink beer, and keep cool. Yes, I am speaking of the stage toppling Bluesfest, (where only 1% of the artists are actually playin ‘the blues’)

And so, two Saturdays past, myself with DJ Sir K, attended the festivities. As you all know, Dr.Jay is a champion of ‘The Truth’ and sometimes kids, when you attend a music festival you tend to get “fucked up”. And yes, we got royally “Fucked Up” that evening.

After rolling around through the party grounds, waiting 1/2hr for Erika Badu to join the stage, listening to the weird sounds and visuals of Sphongle’s psychedelic experience, and rocking out to The Tragically Hip for the first time, we rolled our asses back home.

At this point, I thought it would be great to setup all the equipment and gear for The Jerk Off Hour ahead of time, so that I could sleep in the next day before my guest was to arrive at the regularly scheduled time of 3pm. Little did I know, I had re-scheduled the show for an earlier airtime of 12 noon! And yes, at 12 noon my guest, and hopefully still good friend Troy Neilson, was banging on my door and txting me whilst i slumbered peacefully inside, oblivious to anything from the outside world.

I woke up at 2pm that day, i had breakfast and prepared my notes for the show. 3pm came, Troy is a very punctual person and so when it was 3:15 i began to worry, i grabed my cell phone to check if Troy had msg’d me and yes, there were two msg’s from him! the first said “I’m ten minutes away!” and the second said “I’m knocking on your front door!”
I immediatly ran to the front door, swung that shit wide open, and nothing. I glanced back at the txt msg to see that it had been sent at 12 noon whilst i slumbered. Sad face.

The following Saturday… Again, with Sir K and also with Joe MacEachern, we attended more Bluesfest! This night was simple, one show, Janes Addiction. But could we stop from getting royally fucked up? Oh Hells No! Not only did we get royally blitzed at Bluesfest, but afterwards, we went to another night club in town (Because bluesfest is over at 11pm when the City’s noise curfew comes into effect)

A lady friend of Sir-K’s had invited him to this venue. We arrived at Babylon on Bank Street, one of the best bars in town if you ask me, and we went inside. At this point, I ran into an old friend of mine from last summer, Britain, and bought the lovely lady a drink, or two, i cant remember… She asked if i was here for the show, and I had no idea what show or what was happening at this place, and she explained that it was a Burlesque show with Dj’s spinning in the background. To top it all off, it was also a “No Pants Party” and so everyone was in either shorts, boxers, underwear (yes, tighty whities) and the ladies were in panties/bra’s, short shorts, short skirts etc… It was hard to tell who was a burlesque dancer on stage, and who was a regular event attendee. Needless to say… it was WICKEDBAD!

The next day we found ourselves still awake, with a sleep talking friend passed out on the couch. And so, again as 3pm rolled around, we were in absolutely NO position to be talking to anyone out there in the public realm. And trust me, the entire episode would have been all “uhhh…” and “uuummmm….” and quite frankly, we don’t want to sound like retards on the radio.

So kids, if you are going to get royally blitzed in any way shape or form the night before you have an important radio show to attend, please think twice before you lose your guests trust, and the following of your fans!

I am currently dog sitting one my favorite dogs, Indica! And so I will be kept in line and forced to live a normal, scheduled, routined life for a few days, and hopefully Indy will keep me in line! Nothing like a 200lb Rotty to do that!

This week, on Sunday at 3pm, we have Mat Archer aka BassMonk dropping in to leave us with a taste of what Ottawa has deliver on the Trance/hiphop front lines.

Also, as an important update, we will be including a “Links” section to the site, so that listeners can click on the news links and read them with us as the show happens, or, if you are a lazy asshole like myself who doesnt want to search for shit while listening to a podcast, then… great! Buy your Membership card by clicking on the banner!
intuit.wickedbad.net/internet-radio

Peace, love, and happyness-ness.
Dr.Jay Cole

Hello folks, fans and freaks,

Today, I slept in. Oh, yes I did have to show up at work on time, but I slept in when the alarm did not sound! I’m not into rushing these days, and so I called and left a message on works voicemail saying “Hey, I’m gonna be a few minutes late because I screwed up my alarm” and now I have the regularly scheduled amount of time to prepare.

If I were to have rushed the morning away, I would have had to first of all skip either the shower or the eating, both are unpleasant if missed. If the food is missed I know I will get grumpy as fuck by 10:00am. If I missed the shower, by 10am they will be sending me home to shower!

Rushed mornings always seem to provide some form of unhappy stress that causes other unhappy stressful things to gravitate towards me in a great snowball effect.

So rather than fly through the house with my head cut off, knocking over drinks, stubbing toes, knocking elbows on corners and having the HATE well up inside of me. I can actually feel my brain muscle contracting in a sour squeeze for the remainder of the day, this is called simply “a bad mood”.

Bad moods are also contagious to others because upon encountering other humans, if they do not have a strong enough constitution, then they will be subject to acquiring some of my rage.

So for all your late fuck out there! Just call in, take it easy. Relax, have your regularly scheduled morning!

Hello Folks Fans and Freaks!

Today I want to talk about my new band, Dirty Intuition. It is made up of myself, iNTUiT, and Dj Dirty Dane. We are both from Halifax representing that east coast vibe. My lyrical wisdom is put to work on this new album, exploring relationship issues I’ve had in my life while Dane pumps out the craziest Dub, DnB and Hiphop beats ever to come out of Nova Scotia!

Here is a sample of what we have made so far:

Enjoy!
Dr.Jay Cole

Hello folks fans and freaks!

My job in the big city of Ottawa has ended and it’s now time for another adventure! Where this world will take me I have no idea! I have my passport in hand and a whole slew of credentials backing me up! However, don’t forget that I am always available as a freelance writer for hire! I can do my own photography and graphic design as well. If interested send emails to dr.jaycole@gmail.com

This weeks story involves a passage through time. We in Canada have no history in comparison with the other side of the world with all their green pastures and whatnot. We have modern wooden and plastic homes that are built to fail us. We have no ruins, no ancient architecture and no structural artifacts have been discovered buried under sands. This leads me to my question, while Rome was being built, what were the people here doing? How come the tribes didnt build pyramids like in Mexico? Why were no roads made? Was life all about living WITH the earth as opposed to living ON the earth? I think yes. It seems our societies these days just don’t care about the ol earth anymore. We cut down trees, plant new trees, cut them down again, pinching, pulling, and pissing all over her. It’s no great wonder that we are plagued with monsoons, tsunamis’s, tidal waves, flooding, pestilence and disease. If Karma is real, and I faithfully believe her to be a real mean ol bitch of a thing, then we totally deserve everything we get thrown at us. From oil spills in the ocean to moving mountains and diverting natural waterways, we have been poking and prodding at our great mother for far too long, and soon my friends it is bound to happen that she twitches at the pinches and wipes us clear. I’m not gonna mention 2012, woops, I just did!
All in all,there have been hundreds of these “End of the world” scenarios played out over our time, and also through our parents times and none have yet to come true. This “big one” however, is so huge that it has to make you think for a moment, “Could it be real?”
Could the end of the world as predicted by the Mayans be more hooplah, or could it be true, even metaphorically? Perhaps the world doesn’t end in the sense that all life is obliverated, but maybe something else will happen that will hinder our current earthly views on “the way it is supposed to be”.

I’m not into spurting lame facts and timelines at you, so you can do your own research and we shall leave todays’ rant on that down-note.

Peace,
Dr. Jay Cole

Hello folks, fans and freaks! (and parents too!)

Everything is made up of strategies these days. For example: M’Lady and I took her little four year old brother to his third class of Soccer. The building is an old school converted into a community recreational centre. There aren’t a great deal of kids in his class, and he is doing rather well for being a little guy. The amount of kids however in the entire building, is enough that they put vending machines in the front lobby. You need to pass by these machines, with little kids who always want stuff, to get to the gym rooms. So after much persuading (tugging, pulling, feet stomping, sad face, tears, you know… general tantrum throwing) we take a look inside the machine to see what great things he can have. We could not find one item in either machine that would benefit young children who are hard at play. The first way our stupid minds work is to try and get around the issue, “Maybe on the way out”.
What kind of sick world do we live in where we allow these companies in to try and feed our developing children chocolate bars and candy? On the way out of the gym room after class, there is another little meltdown due to these machines. These people are counting on kids to make their money, counting on kids to freak out, and for parents to be weak and give in. The candy and chocolate companies build yet more repoir with the child where they learn that freakouts will get them, perhaps more candy from the same companies later on in life, at say the supermarket, the corner store or even at school. We need to end this shit once and for all! I say we get some rocks and throw them through the windows of these machines and take all the crap out and replace it with healthy foods. Do you think they will get the message and change anything? Or do you think we’ll get in shit over it and have to replace the windows in the machines? Terrible how we let machines in to our lives to ruin them. Take the computer for example… How many of you WASTED time on that piece of shit today? Me? i’m writing something productive, (the rest of the day was wasted on here tho!)
There is a great website I must promote, it is called “STUMBLEUPON”.
Stumble lets you setup a quick user profile where the user is allowed to select a variety of topics that this website will bounce around through. Have you ever been bored and wanted to waste some time online, and you sit down at the computer and there it is… or there it is ‘isn’t’ i should say. Your mind is gone. Drawn a blank. What was I going to search for? There had been hundreds of questions you had been having all day but where are they now? Stumble will fill that void for you and assist you to live, love and laugh through your interests without you having to remember what you are interested in. Short term memory problems in people let them lead an interesting life because they never know what just happened and so things are new quite oftenly. Then they make up words.

Peace \ /
Dr. Jay Cole

Hello folks, fans and freaks!

Today’s story is in reverse; where I will attempt to tell the story of how Doctor Reverend Jason Cole came to be. Enjoy!

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The adventure is far from over but for now I am quite content with the beautiful woman who loves me and signing my name everywhere I go as Doctor Reverend Jason C. Cole.

I now patiently await the arrival of my official doctorate papers after already receiving my ordination papers from The Universal Life Church in Modesto California who offer many valuable online courses to their members.

For years I had been unknowingly writing about the study for which I now hold a degree. Metaphysics is the study of existing, and it had caught my attention while searching through The ULC’s website.
You see, I wanted more credentials because being an english teacher and signing my name as Reverend Cole was not enough for me. It had taken only three days for an actual human at the ULC to approve my ordination. I was looking at their Church because I had learned through Wikipedia that Dr. Hunter S. Thompson had aquired his Doctorate through The Universal Life Church back in the 70’s and I wanted one.

After learning more from the wiki article I was reminded of the movie staring Bill Murray titled “Where The Buffalo Roam”; Muray would take on the role of Hunter’s likeness. That along with these other great films: Breakfast with Hunter, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and Depp’s documentary “Gonzo: The Life and Times of Thompson” were downloaded and watched repeatedly. I had been researching Thompson because I knew not much of the man who I considered a Hero. That all happened after I had been thinking back to my years as a jackass stumbling around drunk and high during College, and I had also seen some new pictures posted online from Halloween where I dressed as Dr. Thompson.

My Blog had been a huge success with people beginning to click around like madd on my lists of idiosyncracy’s (These are things I had observed in the past such as cleaning the house, showering, or wasting time). I had posted some of these old writings online after opening the vaults and digging them out.
Each week I have been writing something new in the Blog relating to the universe around me. At first it was a great success amongst my friends and family only. The blog came into existence after a need for an outlet because my songwriting had decreased exponentially.
Entertainment was now the strict purpose for music as I had no longer wanted it to reflect myself or my own beliefs and morals.

There was definitely a newfound dislike of the music industry brewing inside of me and I needed to sever all ties to who I really am deep inside from the character I played on stage.
All of this free time I had was spent in New Brunswick after graduating from the TESOL Course. I had needed time to re-group and figure out some life issues. I had attended the course in Halifax Nova Scotia that enables me to Teach English to Speakers of Other Languages, although I cannot teach in an institution in Canada without further degrees, I can teach private tutoring here or teach fulltime overseas.

“Oh. Thanks friend, and I’m not acting!” a stumbled jargon of words loosed from my lips however vaguely discernable after one was heard remarking “Wow man! You’ve realy captured the character!”
I had been at a house party when I stumbled through a crowd of drunk and stoned freaks making my way to the kitchen to mix more pirate juice with eggnog.
The character compliments came due to my ensemble of flowered shirts, a smoke holder, aviators,
and a shaved horseshoe hair-cut in my head that was covered by a white fedora.
A few weeks earlier a friend had mentioned that I should dress as Thompson for Halloween of 2009 where I was visiting old roomates in Ottawa, Ontario.

Five years had passed and during that time I had managed to write a fiction novel and finally be content with it. Previous short stories would always wind up in a dead end or written into a corner. At first I only wrote more songs, but I had made a descision to break free from the confines of music and explore words and language with indepth writing experiments. With music, there were always many limitations and after college, iNTUiT was the only one to develop my writing skills.

My college years ended off with a project on Ralph Steadman who was Thompsons good friend and illustrator. It only made sense that I had discovered the writing works of Hunter S. Thompson during the years when I worked on building my Graphic Design portfolio along side Journalism students in college.
In my early twenties, I had found that pushing it to the brink of no-return seemed to be the way of life in my city of Moncton, New Brunswick. I was fascinated with the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and how they pushed the limits. All this because I was a musician trying to live the dream of Sex, Drugs, and Rock n Roll. Stage performances were done by iNTUiT, he is an alter ego I had created because I had developed a mild case of stage fright in school and the new found love of writing had been spawned from within
when a change occured, and I had started writing song lyrics during lunch breaks in high school with a good friend instead of doing artwork.

My art had gone on for years and would continue for years to come. I wasn’t like the other kids. I did not get involved in sports, or go outside very often due to a developing of asthma and allergies at an early age.
Drawing would always be a large part of my life. I went through rolls upon rolls, books upon books, and crates of looseleaf. I started drawing at the early age of three after being urged to use the equipment donated. My father didn’t have a great deal of money to take us out on adventures and imigination would take reign. Pens, pencils, and paper had been sent to my father in New Brunswick from my Grandmother during her time at the base where she had access to an abundance of stationery supplies. She worked at a military base in the nearby town of Shearwater while living in Eastern Passage, Nova Scotia until 2008 when she passed.

Thanks for the talent Nan, I know you are smiling down.
God Rest Your Soul.

Peace \ /
Dr. Reverend Jason Cole