Shelly Genthon was born on January 29, 1962 in St. Boniface, Manitoba ... a birth date shared with the likes of W.C. Fields, Tom Selleck, Heather Graham (Hoo-Huh!), Oprah (not "Uma") Winfrey (damn!).

His Great Grandfather was referred to as "Le Gros" by the Cree of the Moose Lake area as he was a fur trader with the Hudson's Bay Company (he was 6'6" and 300 pounds – no fat!) and a renowned Metis fiddler.

Shelly loves hockey, single malts (Balvenie Double Wood or any Islay will do) and Partagas (will accept Cohiba or Bolivars as suitable substitutes), preferably Torpedoes!!!

His favourite reads are Mordecaei Richler, Margaret Lawrence and Dave Bidini (sometimes Niall Ferguson if he has the time).

His poets of choice these days are Garrison Keelor, Pablo Neruda, Leonard Cohen & Sinead O'Connor (God she's so perfect...)

As for music, he loves it all!!! Currently he's listening to Pat Metheny, Grinderman, Bruce Cockburn (great poet in his own right), Tangerine Dream, Lou Reed and Elliot Brood (Feist is cool and hot – how could this be?)

Turn-ons? Truth, sincerity, women (he hasn't given up yet).

Turn-offs? The non real money makers: computer $ shifters, traders, banks real estate agents and all forms of government (with the exception of course of traffic division cops – we need more of 'em to collect tax revenue), Replican$ (Republicans).

Shelly is a Metis anarchist at heart. He tends to follow the Groucho Marx credo...

"I would never join any association that would have me as one of its members."

Heroes? Steven Fletcher (he never quits), Stanley Knowles, Abe Lincoln and Bobby Orr!!!

Favourite actors? Mickey Rourke, Harry Dean Stanton, Wilhem Dafoe and Merryl Streep.

Favourite movies? How much time to you have? Harold and Maude, Thief, 2001 – A Space Odyssey, Scent of a Woman, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, The Big Blue, Snatch, Crash (the 'real' one), Marathon Man and The Sting.

Had enough?

Bookings and media inquiries:

Come to The Lounge of Charlie O & Friends and see for yourself.

More words by Shelly Genthon...

New Woman Order ©.
(originally 1995)

The nipple flexes in most unnatural of ways.
This formulae's mix of ingredients,
Once Found naturally,
Inside a mother's perfect, by Devine design, breast.
Expediency, often chosen over nature,
But not always.
A mother: mine, yours, his, hers.
Centre of our natural Earth's future.
Carrier, indeed Life Giver, to/of Man.
Yet, something is not right here:
The man: Once, but never really, understood.
NO compassion now; as she struts down
both sides of the street, at the same time.
Traffic jammed up at the intersecting lines.
Middle aged women, maxi-padded,
Mortgaged S.U.V.s.
Dropping the gerbals off at this and that
and that and that!
They are no longer the Greierien Mother Slaves.
The food prepared has little spice and NO zest,
Lacking the life force; here, now, only
minimal sustainance.

Though they try hard, in vain,
to not be contained, or restrained
they are in fact, sole prisoners
of their own Spandex Ballet!
My brain hurts; pulsating with, who's
supposed to figure out.
Who's supposed to do, to be, to lead
to pleasure: WHAT?
Hyperbole flexing its muscle, hammering me
about the head.
Awakening all latent, yet dormant fears!
Woman! God how I love you. I just don't
know how to anymore.
Please, just, PLEASE, don't hold my head down
here, by my melon... cauliflower ears, anymore.

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Fear & Loathing, Gloria ("Manheimmy Steamroller") Steinem "Style" ©.

Passion and Romance, co-mingle, in a primordial dance.
Visionary, of the infants' eyes.
Sower of life's precious seeds.
Germinator of the Spirit World...
A legendary path, with "needs".

Possessoins made up of biospheric mass.
Land filled-up burial plots.
Testament to the varied pasts.
Lives now long forgotten, but never every lost.

A kiss of breath, shared tongue to tongue
Whispered tenders long into the night.
"Forget me not" pledges,
Purveyed amidst grunts of sheer delight.

Passionate beautiful Energy Birth.
Emitted by cool leatherette dash.
Chemical, fluid, swimming salamanders.
A new generation now begat.

Carried, for now, by a mother
Could be, would be, should be, but it's not.
Gestated for the benefit of it, it alone (or not)!

"Dumped" as mere baggage, luggage
Amidst a societal sea, sewage its termination's goal.
Equality without any say from half is,
Abusive by my Liberal Nature's Calling.

A woman, a god, or man perhaps.
One for all, all for One (except for me),
Because, after all, I'm a "mere" man.

Defined it's melancholy:
Except for now
Just for today.

This is not MY choice, at all!
Apparently.
What is this? Enlightened Vision? OR
The New Feministy Vagenda?

So who's visionary now?
To pay the price.
To sacrifice.
Prevents us all from becoming
Mere animals OR

For better or worse
Mere cows.

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