Bat Out Of Hell composer Jim Steinman dies

Bat Out Of Hell composer Jim Steinman dies

Jim Steinman, the colourful composer behind hits like Bat Out Of Hell and Total Eclipse Of The Heart, has died at the age of 73.

His brother Bill told the Associated Press that the songwriter and producer had died of kidney failure on Monday after being ill for some time.

I was in high-school. Bat Out Of Hell was the best album ever. We probably listened to it about 50 times during a drunken all weekend party when my friends folks were out of town. Yea on reflection that is a little embarrassing, but it still brings a smile.

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48 of Prince Philip’s greatest quotes and funny moments

  1.  “British women can’t cook” (in Britain in 1966).
  2.  “What do you gargle with? Pebbles?” (speaking to singer Tom Jones after the 1969 Royal Variety Performance).
  3. “I declare this thing open, whatever it is.” (on a visit to Canada in 1969).
  4. “Everybody was saying we must have more leisure. Now they are complaining they are unemployed” (during the 1981 recession).

Always good for a laugh.

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A very human prince

Prince Philip refused to obey the rules of modern moral etiquette.

Even though I am not a royalist, I always admired Prince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh. He was often criticised in the media for his many so-called gaffes. However, his formidable track record of saying unfashionable things in public can be taken as a positive testimony to his refusal to follow the rules of media training.

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The tragic women who shaped Prince Philip: A mother who fled revolution and became a nun, a Nazi sister who named her son after Hitler and a plane crash that ‘profoundly shocked’ the schoolboy prince

The story of the Duke of Edinburgh’s family is as fascinating as it is tragic.

Born a Prince of Greece and Denmark, Philip – who passed away peacefully at Windsor Castle this morning aged 99 – was the fifth child and only son of Prince Andrew of Greece and Denmark and his wife, Princess Alice of Battenberg, who welcomed her son on the dining table of a villa in Corfu.

Shortly after Prince Philip’s arrival, the royal family were exiled and, aged just 18 months, the future Duke of Edinburgh was bundled into a makeshift cot – an orange crate – as the family escaped on a British warship.

Well that was a colorful beginning.


Upsetting the Chinese, Indians and men with goatee beards: The Duke who often said what he shouldn’t (but the public loved him for it)

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Prince Philip has died aged 99, Buckingham Palace announces

Prince Philip, Queen Elizabeth II’s husband, has died aged 99, Buckingham Palace has announced.

The prince married Princess Elizabeth in 1947, five years before she became Queen, and was the longest-serving royal consort in British history.

Prince Philip dead at 99: Queen announces with ‘deep sorrow’ that husband the Duke of Edinburgh ‘passed away peacefully at Windsor Castle’ this morning – three weeks after he finished 28-night hospital stay for infection and heart surgery

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From the Pontiac

Mom was born on Calumet Island in the county of Pontiac in Quebec. A direct descendant of her Irish forebears who fled the Potato Famine.

A child of the Depression she married my Dad shortly after WW II. In 1964 we moved to Toronto, I was just turned 5.

She was a great fierce old school Mom who loved and stood behind her family through thick and thin all her life.

My niece is donating this urn for Mom. It is fitting that it is handmade locally in the Pontiac. But now I have a bit of a dilemma on my hands.

Mom has a spot with dad reserved for her. She left no specific instruction in her will but I did find a handwritten note on an old receipt for Dad’s burial expenses asking that her ashes be sprinkled off a bridge into a pond near to where Dad is buried. Mom just found it a peaceful spot and I know she did speak of this arrangement in life. But there may be a problem. It’s on a cemetery’s property and I do not believe sprinkling ashes is allowed anywhere except for a specifically designated area.

Knowing Mom she’d simply tell us to wait till no one is looking and fulfill her wishes. We may do that, so I won’t name the cemetery but I will see what the rest of the family says first. Mom was always ready to break the rules if she thought she was in the right.

Kathy’s arrangements were largely looked after in advance, thanks to her mother’s foresight and Kath’s own sense of duty and order and thankfully Mom’s are straightforward enough as well.

When Kathy passed away many of her friends and admirers wrote wonderful tributes and comments honouring her and true to form Kathy knocked it out of the park with her own obit. Mark Steyn has collected all of Kathy’s movie reviews and created a lovely archive.

It saved me a duty I simply wasn’t able to handle at the time, maybe not ever.

Two months have passed since she left us on the 9th of January. It’s still too soon. I owe her so much and my small skill is no match for what she deserves and frankly I am still overcome at times by her loss.

Covid restrictions have halted one of the sadder duties. Clothing donations. I sometimes think I will become a sort of Mr. Havisham. I have picked out a charity for Kathy’s belongings, one we often drove by. A haven for misguided women. It’s my call and I’m pretty sure Kath approves, our sense of humour meshed wonderfully. But they are not accepting anything until the plague restrictions end. On the bright side it does give me time to be sure of what to keep in her honour. An old pair of Converse high-tops will occupy a special place by our front door.

I am still occupied with settling other aspects of her estate. Our government is there to help which means exactly the opposite it seems. There is a perverse amount of paper work and even more perverse instruction. Why do they require up to 3 “final” tax returns?

Word to the wise, if possible make your arrangements early but even that won’t spare your loved ones the aftermath of government dealings.

I have many phone calls to make starting Monday as I deal with Mom’s passing so I will not be too active on the blog. Many thanks to my co-bloggers for keeping things going.

And many thanks to all of you for your understanding as I vent my grief.

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A cup of tea

I texted the pic above to my relatives yesterday. A simple cup of tea made for Mom, and the TV clicker resting on the arm of her Lazy-Boy, fave blankets at the ready, sofa table repurposed and stocked with her ointments and creams and her phone.

It ignited a slew of memorial tea making among the family as sons, daughters, grandchildren and great grandchildren joined in and brewed up a cup for Mom.

That was Mom’s command central these past years. When not napping or watching TV she kept in contact with her family and friends.

Mom was known for her bleach strength tea, her sweet tooth and her lack of filters. And look who forgot to set out the cookies. I added some later.

Mom passed away at Toronto Western after contracting the UK covid variant at Runnymede. She would not have been in either institution were it not for the malevolence and incompetence of St. Joe’s. Do not send your elderly there, it seems geriatric treatment means charnel house conditions throughout our healthcare system. No vaccine was ever offered her at any of the hospitals she was in despite her advanced age of 96 and underlying vulnerabilities and to be blunt not all healthcare staff are “heroes” unless ill-treatment of the elderly has been elevated as a qualifier for “Hero Status.”

I spent just under four hours at Mom’s bedside in the early AM before she passed away. I have been advised by her doctor to isolate for 2 weeks and to expect a call from public health to check up on my compliance. The Doc was genuine in her concern at my having spent so long (read too long by protocol) with Mom. I was pushy enough or staff were understanding enough when I explained Mom’s sad journey through our health care system that I was granted access and sorta maybe allowed to exceed the rules a bit. Mom would understand where I get that stubbornness from. Kathy would understand too. I will isolate but I don’t care if I “catch it.”

Yes a tough year, so what’s a little Covid gonna do?

Since Mom was a Covid death the funeral homes “charge” a little bit more.  There will be no visitation or viewing of Mom’s body prior to cremation. I at least was afforded time alone with Kath.  We will have family and friends services once the plague is over.

I know that my grief is no worse and no better than all those who have suffered the loss of loved ones at any time but especially during this wretched era when even our grieving is so brutally truncated.

Kathy’s loss is the worst of heartbreaks as is Mom’s passing, but looking out for Mom had the benefit of keeping me busy and out of trouble after Kath was taken from us. Now with Mom gone it will be just me and Buddy and of course the never ending paperwork demanded by our bureaucracy. So it is likely a good thing Buddy is so demanding of my time.

I was blessed to have Kath and Mom in my life and for that will never be anything but a fortunate man.

I take comfort in their memory and knowing they watch over me.

Join us in a cup of tea in honour of all our loved ones.

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My Sainted Irish Mother Has Passed Away.

Mom was 96 years old.

She died from Covid this morning.

She contracted it at a hospital. One she should never have been in to begin with.

I found out only today she had the UK virus, apparently it is stalking our hospitals now.

I spent a few of her remaining hours by her bedside early this morning.

She passed not long after I left as it appeared her condition had stabilized and I needed rest. Loved ones passing on when their family isn’t there happens with some frequency according to the doctor, almost as if the timing were deliberate.

Mom is loved by her family, she raised 6 boys and 1 daughter, and will be greatly missed by all of us.

Thank you for your care and concern.

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