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Vancouver Canucks Song: Closer (Chainsmokers Parody)

Our brand new Canucks song is a parody of the Chainsmokers’ hit “Closer”. When it comes to the Canucks, they are looking forward to putting last year’s tough season behind them and moving closer towards the playoffs.

The team will have some fresh faces up front and on the blue line, namely Loui Eriksson and Erik Gudbranson. As well, young players like Bo Horvat, Sven Baertschi, Ben Hutton, and Jacob Markstrom are all one year older and one year better.

I’m joined by the lovely and talented Arielle Tuliao for this song. As well, my son Sean provides us with the beat.

Clay’s Corner Episode #5: Remembering Dad on Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to all Dads out there!

In my new Clay’s Corner, I pay tribute to my late father Larry, who passed away on October 11, 2004 at the age of 63. I share the story of his passing, along with many of my favourite memories of him.

I’m thankful that Dad taught me so many things, especially how to be a man and how to raise my children.

Vancouver Canucks Song: One Pick Away (Charlie Puth Parody)

As the Canucks’ playoff hopes slip away, I turned to my keyboard for comfort and came up with a brand new parody song.

While I’ve never been part of “Team Tank”, I do indeed realize that the worse the Canucks do in the standings, the greater chance of winning the draft lottery and picking Auston Matthews at number one.

So here’s a song that inspires hope for the future – a future that would be a lot brighter with the best player in the available in this June’s NHL Draft, Auston Matthews.

My 12-year-old son Jacob took a break from his bowling and speed stacking to provide the vocals in this parody of Charlie Puth’s song “One Call Away”.

Fussin’ With a Concussion

“Where’s my family?  WHERE’S MY FAMILY?!?”

These are the first words I remember uttering – make that screaming – after “waking up”.  Thankfully, my good friend Mike was there to calmly reply, “Clay, they are in the Philippines.” Apparently, he had to repeat himself about 15 times; once for every time I asked the question.

About 10 minutes earlier, I hit my head on the concrete floor while playing in a roller hockey playoff game.  I remember skating hard towards the opposing player before falling with him on top of me.  My head crashed against the ground and I groggily skated to the bench.  Appropriately, the name of the other team was the Goon Squad.

According to Mike and my other teammates, I sat at the end of the bench “out of it” for about 10 minutes or so. I was babbling coherently and incoherently, alternating between being able to name the guys on our team to not knowing what day of the week it was.

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