In 1965-67 I would have dropped into CBC AM affiliate radio station where Trevor Graham, the classically trained teenage baritone tessilura, would be doing his rock music show beaming famously around The Interior. He would have announced my arrival and I would have hung around until he finished his show.
I got a chance to play a few harmonica gigs with Trev's band, The Chandelles, then as popular as The Guess Who out in Winnipeg. We played in venues that would not allow us in the front door because we were too young. The secret life of a Calgary high school reject in paradise valley.
That was all over. Trev is dead. The official line is he killed himself. Some don't believe it.
I miss him, riding his 10 speed racing bike around in high gear most of the time. Infuriating and titillating audiences like Mick Jagger. Getting us into fights with his hyper directed passionate love songs to women already spoken for.
Most of the old gang had moved down to the coast. There isn't enough work for everyone in The Valley.