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Here’s 6 minutes of flying into Winnipeg for the Summer Summit Kelvin reunion in 2009  . . . 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KA_TS-nq8nU

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Here’s 2 minutes from The Opening Reception of the Kelvin Reunion — “Christmas in July” at the Myles’s 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbeAwJoh1-E

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Here’s the Breakfast Television show on CITY-TV with Linda Ranson in Winnipeg August 5th, 2009:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZKk8JYe6vk

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Here’s the 7 minute “album version” of the Portage & Main photo shoot  with the old Gang, the evening of Wednesday, August 5th, 2009:   

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ySY0MaKXO4

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Here’s Clark’s 1-minute hit single version of the Portage & Main photo shoot . . . 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLpXO2W-9KY

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Here’s Winnipeg’s Shaw TV segment when they showed up at the tour of Kelvin, August 6th, 2009.  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfdrH1n2UoE

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First video uploaded

Recorded Friday, Sept 26th, after the 1st Presidential Debate btwn Obama & McCain.

Location: The Royal Windsor Pub, in Oakville, Ontario, Canada

We were playing to have a little pre-game show, but everyone was having such a good time we never got around to it . . . so, after almost everyone had left — just the hardcore’s remained — and by fluke I had the camera, and Ben Stiller just happened to have come, so I gave him the camera and he did a great job! 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6finC2EyJaE

                            The 

          Mighty  Bama-Rama  Rap

                                                                                by Brian Hassett, Sept. ‘08

Like tonight is the night,

          the Barack is The Rock,

And “change” is The Word,

          and the voice has been heard,

.

And the heart is on the drums,

          and passion’s playin’ bass,

And the word has hit the streets  -

          you can see it in their face!

.

There’s a choir in the chapel

          an’ they’ve just begun to swing,

There’s a band down on the corner,

          hear the chimes of freedom ring.

/ / / / / / / / / /

It starts off kinda quiet,

          an underdog in spring,

No coronation here

          from a white-haired former king.

.

Just a jazzy scrappy jugband,

          eternity on tap,

And the singer in the center

          with the silky thunder rap.

.

The conductor: . . . of-an-orchestra,

          and a mighty rolling train,

Playing sweet sonatas

          and crushin’ John McCain.

/ / / / / / /

The combo’s on the road,

          packin’ stadiums ‘n’ clubs;

Chopping down great big lies

          and tiny weedy shrubs.

.

Tonight the tour’s landed

          at Toronto’s famous pub,

To listen for the next question

          that John McCain will flub,

.

Where the poets strum and teachers play

          and time is on our side                              ”yes it is!”

Where colors swirl, the nuns have fun

          and wayward Jekylls hyde.

/ / / / / / /

Two score and five ago

          our father Martin dreamed

Imagining a whole new world

          beyond what his had seemed.

.

Blink your eyes and here we are

          awoken from the dream,

To find our plans were written by

          that visionary’s beam.

.

So, . . . bless this race.

                              . . . This human one,

                   That comes in many shades,

Bless this space, this human one,

          Inspiring in spades.

.

It’s forty-years since Martin marched

          and water-cannons shot,

We’re still alive on the-other-side,

          and this is what he sought.

.

Launching dreams from Lincoln’s steps

          arching across the sky,

Who’d a thought we’d hit the oath,

          The inaugural bull’s-eye!

/ / / / / / / / / / /

So, on to P.A., Ohio,

          and everywhere we’re not,

It’s a Happy Holy Homerun

          with everything we’ve got!

.

The band has played, the song has sung,

          and now we’re on our own,

To ride this wave, and thumb this road,

          and take the flight path shown.

.

From dreams on stages, thru history’s pages,

          We’re making words come true,

The choir’s singin’, the bells are ringin’

          but This is up to you.

.

 “Yes, we can!”

.

Obama ‘08

.

I was sittin’ on my roof in New Orleans,

When george bush came by sellin’ re-fried beans; 

Now, “I’m a man of means, by no means,”

So he took ‘em back,

Said, “Fuck you, Jack. 

You gotta have coin, and not live in a shack,

in any country that I attack.” 

And he roared off in his Air Farce One,

as I looked around for a looters gun,

but wouldn’t you know  -  there wasn’t one. 

Then along came Homeland Security, and I knew I was saved

since I was in my Home, and Land, and most well-behaved.  

            “Could use some security over here!”

I reached out for that Count Dracula Chertoff,

but he pulled back his hand and said, “You wash that dirt off. 

I thought you were white, or I wouldn’t have stopped. 

But I do have some babies you should adopt.” 

I told him I didn’t have milk, he said, “Let ‘em eat cake,”

as I watched him speed off on our new sewer lake. 

And speaking of cake, there came Queen Barbara Bush,

snappin’ her whip, n yellin’, “mush nigga, mush!”

I looked on aghast at her dogsled on water,

as she jangled the jewelry the Gulf Wars have bought her,

“They’re underprivileged anyway,” she said, horkin’ some phlegm,

“This is really working out quite well for them.”

                                                                                                            [actual quote] 

Then along came FEMA, on a slow-moving barge;

They might be useless, but they sure are large! 

It was that stunned-deer Michael Brown and his paperwork forces,

the guy who got his job after judgin’ show horses.  

he said, “The check’s in the mail,” and then he laughed,

“What have you got in the way of graft?” 

I told him I had some boxed dinners from Kraft,

but I didn’t have clean water, and could sure use a raft. 

He just looked at me like I was daft,

and promised he’d send in a hovercraft, 

then he laughed so hard I thought he’d cracked. 

I was startin’ to get hungry when the army came in,

woke up squinting through the din,

 . . .  but no, that was just a dream. 

So I kept snoozin’ on the shingles and let out a yawn,

when along came a boat … with Dr. John! 

            “I was in the right place,

                        but it must have been the wrong time.” 

And behind him a boat with the Neville Brothers!  

and a Mardi Gras parade with a thousand others!

I saw Louie and Leadbelly, Jelly Roll and Ma Rainey,

and it was a helluva lot better than this bowl ‘a Dick Cheney.

The music came back!  It’s the strangest thing!

It wasn’t the uniforms who had the bling,

It was the dark black horn on the bayou singin’

Throughout the world from the delta ringin’

Risin’ up when the worst were downed,

Filling our belly with Saint Gabriel’s sound.  

It’s the drum in the street, and the horn in the night,

That’ll get us through our pitiful plight,

They’re the soldiers who came here to fight,

And feed our souls and make it right,

And beat this bloody abandoned blight,

And bring about a new day light. 

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by Brian Hassett

brianhassett.com

karmacoupon@gmail.com

A girl so nice you had to C her twice!
It’s the Big Sea at Big Sur! 
And finding the sacred rocks to reflect, 
and seeing the glistening gems shine thru
the crashing waves of life
with you. 

I saw the best minds of my generation get buzzed on wine coolers before breakfast! 

The only ones for me are the mom ones, the ones who are mom to live, mom to talk, mom to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn except when it’s really really really late, and who burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow van Gogh paintings exploding across the sky, and in the middle we see your face and everybody goes, “Awww!” 

There she is!
Mother Earth!
Mother Mirth! 
Who taught me courtesy
     while pushing curiosity;  
and how to laugh
while grounding me
              in eternity; 
and about my own Taurus mother,
     and the joys of inter-generational adventure fun,
     which I brought home and shared and we thrived and we laugh and I thank you.

Boy, do I miss those living rooms full of time,
and glasses full of wine,
and laughing so loud
we had to turn it down,
and driving and “oh goshing” all around
that San Francisco town
and even being Europe bound! 

From the Algonquin’s table,
yet another round; 
to loving glances
with clinking glasses
on police station steps
as we stay out of step
with the consumer classes,
teaching instead perpetuity,
and the things that last as long as a great story’s echo. 

Thanks for caring, and thanks for sharing
     a life that’s rife with light at night;
You’ve held my hand across more than an ocean,
in a rainbow of color
that seemed to come from above. 
But you said,
“It comes from within.” 
and that’s why I love you! 

Mighty Teacher!
Mighty Mother!

Mighty cool you’re still shining today! 

Muchos love from the universe, sweet angel! 

Brian

brianhassett.com

karmacoupon@gmail.com

Love is missing someone

            when they leave the room

                        just for a minute

Love is living in an electric 3-D high-resolution wide-screen technicolor heaven

            after living in a world of out-of-focus rabbit-ears

                        in blurry black & white

Love is hugging the other person’s pillow in the morning after they get up,

            feeling their warmth against the sheets

                        and pretending you’re them

Love is writing each other

            love note horoscopes

                        every morning for life

Love is going through everything

            with the other person beside you

                        whether they’re there or not

Love is being so excited every time you get ready to leave the house together

            it’s like you’re packing on a plane trip to Paradise,

                        only you’re just walking around the block together

Love is being on a roller coaster ride

            pushing a shopping cart

                        in a grocery store together

Love is getting under the covers first in the winter

            and lying on the other’s side to warm it up

                        before they crawl in

Love is taking a lot longer

            to find your clothes again

                        than it took to get them off

Love is being in bed together

            and there being only one person

                        there

Love is speaking in sound language

            only two people

                        know

Love is laying pillow-to-pillow

            unable to sleep

                        because you can’t stop looking

Love is watching someone’s eyes close

            and holding their hand

                        until you feel them dreaming

Love is waking up in the middle of the night

            looking over at the person asleep beside you

                        knowing the world is safe, and going back to sleep sweetly

Love is the other person feeling the same way

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by Brian Hassett,

www.brianhassett.com

karmacoupon@gmail.com