This week: Barney Bentall and his Legendary Hearts with “Do Ya.” If ever there was a more unlikely rock star than Barney Bentall, I could not name them.

This week, something a little more recent, but still Cancon: Broken Social Scene with “Anthems For A Seventeen Year Old Girl.”

This week: “A Common Disaster” by the Cowboy Junkies. However, since the original video is here and Universal Music Group in their wisdom have decided that the video should not be embeddable (because allowing fans to generate free publicity for you is such a bad thing you know), I instead offer up a live performance of the song from Letterman, which is quite good.

I remember first hearing this song back in the day and getting excited because it was a Cowboy Junkies song with an actual guitar solo, which until that point was a thing unheard of in the annals of space and time.

Yes, Men Without Hats were Canadian.

And I unreservedly love both this song and this video for their sheer innocence. A spritely, unabashedly cheerful and happy song, combined with a video that has a baby playing keyboard, a snowman on drums, an Elvis impersonator, the Representatives Of The Children of the World, and superimposed sound effects. If you do not at least slightly like it, you have no soul!

Friday is the tunesblogging time, and this week it’s one of the great Kim Mitchell’s last hits, “America.” Which drew a lot of hubbub at the time for being an anti-American screed, when it really isn’t – it’s anti-corruption and definitely a very proletarian song (and video), but it’s not anti-American. “Born In the USA” is more anti-American than this is, honestly.

Also, Kim Mitchell has an awesome cowboy hat.

First tunesblogging on mightygodking.com, so it only seems fair to bring out a big gun: the first hit single by the Tragically Hip, “Blow At High Dough.” Ignore (or be enthralled by, depending on your sense of esthetics) the profoundly low production values and concentrate on the sheer awesomeness of the song, which contains some of the simplest and purest power chords in the history of mankind.

I don’t know what country this is from, although by the sound of it I would say somewhere in Eastern Europeastan. But regardless, I love it wholly and unconditionally.

(Note that some things, like the tendency for filmmakers to believe that it’s okay for the guys to be schlubbos so long as the girls are sexy, are universal.)