Phil’s Inn

Brad gets cosy around the fireplace with positive tunes and Jane Siberry popping by on the phone . . . then technical difficulties rear their ugly head . . . damn you, Spotify . . . 

"I don't want to talk about it, okay? I just don't. Don't want to see his face, hear his voice, i just don't want to talk about it, if you don't mind . . . nothing - nada - bupkiss -  But I'll tell ya the one thing that really pisses me off . . . aw, forget it, I don't want to talk about it . . . '

This is the REAL NOV. 2, 2024 show . . . Brad still enjoying the autumnal tunes and vibes . . . 

With logs on the fire, MacGregor socks and thermal underwear on the body, and Autumn on his mind, Brad takes it easy and surrenders to autumnal sounds and vibes . . . 

Ghastly - ghostly - gruesome - grotesque - grim - goblin-esque - gory - garish - grinning - gut-wrenching - and any other word that the "G" thing going . . . trying to present aspects of Halloween - a complex holiday indeed . . . 

People in the undisclosed, unnamed town the Inn is on the outskirts of has decided to hold a book fair at the inn. We are calling it "Word in the Hallway" . . . 

Famed singer-songwriter Tom Rush visits the Inn and a splendid time was had by all . . . sorry about the unexplained crackle in Tom's articulate interview . . . 

Brad reminds us how hard it is to hit a moving target . . . 

Exhausted from re-stocking the Phil's inn Larder for the winter months ahead, Brad decides to take it easy, puts another dog on the fire, and leans back in the rocker. 

Brad decides to broadcast live (sorta) from Toronto's Cabbagetown Festival, deep in the belly of the beast . . .