This is my last 4 days.
Date with Cat. Very good, but she was just so intellectual, and proper, I felt wrong about making any sort of move whatsoever. Haven't called back at all.
Date with Jenna. Some things were bugging me about her, then I took her out to a show which she talked through most of, and I got really annoyed. Not much talking that night, and I think that's done now.
Date with Rebecca. Absolutely beautiful girl. Very easy going, and a good conversationalist. I thought it went really well. I got a message today saying it was alright, but no spark. So... whatever. Dating sucks. Don't ever do it, kids.
SHOWS!!!!..... Empress was cool, Solars was AWESOME, Jeffrey Lewis on Kris' birthday lived up to insanely high expectations, Role Mach on friday were fantastic, and played an entire set of unrehearsed jamming, GR8-2000 and Boogie Monster both put on some of their best sets ever on saturday..... and the week in music was overall, incredible.
GR8-2000 - I feel I should expand on this. I don't believe I've talked about him, but GR8-2000 is a 19 year old genius of a musician who most people would compare to Dan Deacon, but really, he can do anything. He has a song in which he claims he'll never eat candy again, and throws candy at the audience. Another song called "Get Your Ass On The Floor", in which the only lyrics are the title yelled over and over. The sky is the limit for him.
Actually, my label is re-releasing his first album on cd-r in the next week or two, and on vinyl in the next few months. In case you forget, www.tweedeath.com
I can talk about Boogie Monster or Role Mach another time, though they're equally as deserving.
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Sunday, October 26, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Stuff/Things
It's been at least 15 years since I've been in a fight. However, last night I got punched in the face by a crackhead. It was a lady crackhead, too. I'm really glad that I didn't make a big deal of it. I don't want to get arrested, or knifed, or whatever. It was just a show full of skids, so I guess I shouldn't have been that surprised.
Cory called me last night at 5 am, after he had 5 cop cars, a paddy wagon, and a helicopter chasing him. He climbed on the roof of the IGA. What a menace, that guy.
Oh, and I wrote my first song in almost a year. It's called "I Wanna Live To Be 100". Actually, it's not completely finished. It's pretty much just 3 good lines. But I'm really excited about it. Even though it's another song that ponders mortality, and I've got way too many of those.
I bought a $150 gift card for myself for futureshop. Another gift card next check, and I should have enough to buy a 360 in a month. Then I can stop having so many of these $100 drinking nights, and waste my life on some Grand Theft Auto.
We all need to aspire to something.
Cory called me last night at 5 am, after he had 5 cop cars, a paddy wagon, and a helicopter chasing him. He climbed on the roof of the IGA. What a menace, that guy.
Oh, and I wrote my first song in almost a year. It's called "I Wanna Live To Be 100". Actually, it's not completely finished. It's pretty much just 3 good lines. But I'm really excited about it. Even though it's another song that ponders mortality, and I've got way too many of those.
I bought a $150 gift card for myself for futureshop. Another gift card next check, and I should have enough to buy a 360 in a month. Then I can stop having so many of these $100 drinking nights, and waste my life on some Grand Theft Auto.
We all need to aspire to something.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Ministry's last show, and my $1000 mistake
Well, it's been a while since I last wrote, and a lot has happened.
First, I went to see Ministry's final show. Despite the fact that they only played 3 songs written before 1998, it was really good. I also caught a guitar pick at the very end of the show, so that makes for a nice little souvenir.
Aside from that, the theme of the night was karma, and how ignoring karma can really fuck you over.
If you read a few posts before Ministry, I say that I lost my ipod. Well, I got my ipod back, and I had it for about 8 hours. Fate swept it away again, when I left my backpack under a table at the bourbon, along with my digital camera. So, replacing my camera, ipod, headphones, and backpack is probably going to set me back about $1000.
But the good thing is that I've come to see that I needed something like that to happen if I was ever going to be smart about what I do with my stuff when I'm drinking.
Trying to stay positive. I get to read on the bus now.
First, I went to see Ministry's final show. Despite the fact that they only played 3 songs written before 1998, it was really good. I also caught a guitar pick at the very end of the show, so that makes for a nice little souvenir.
Aside from that, the theme of the night was karma, and how ignoring karma can really fuck you over.
If you read a few posts before Ministry, I say that I lost my ipod. Well, I got my ipod back, and I had it for about 8 hours. Fate swept it away again, when I left my backpack under a table at the bourbon, along with my digital camera. So, replacing my camera, ipod, headphones, and backpack is probably going to set me back about $1000.
But the good thing is that I've come to see that I needed something like that to happen if I was ever going to be smart about what I do with my stuff when I'm drinking.
Trying to stay positive. I get to read on the bus now.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Ministry ruled my formative years
This friday, Ministry are playing the commodore, and the show is sold out. Tickets are going for $100 right now, based largely on the fact that this is the "last" Ministry tour ever.
I am going to great lengths to acquire the $100 that might be necessary to attend. Here is why:
In 1996, I was in 8th grade. My step dad made me a tape of Ministry's album "Filth Pig", and it blew me away. I then got into the previous album, with their one hit, "Jesus Built My Hotrod", and finally fell in love with their 3 key 80's industrial masterpieces, plus the shredding mini-live album, "In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up".
From the age of 12 to around 16, I would have called them my favourite band, based largely on their incredible transformation from a creepy electro-rock thing, into the sludgy beast of the late 90's, with all periods sounding equally as impressive. Ministry's history of stylistic reformation is on par with Bob Dylan, whom they covered "Lay Lady Lay", one of the songs that actually turned me onto Ministry so madly at 12 years old in the first place. It's mad cyclical.
Anyway, I have $25 in cash. $44 in US funds to transfer over. I'm harassing a friend to pay me back $15. I'm bringing in 10 months of liquor bottles piled up in my closet. I'm taking in my jar of change to the safeway for sorting, and hopefully $10-$15.
The reason is, my heroes are playing their final tour. I intend to say goodbye.
I am going to great lengths to acquire the $100 that might be necessary to attend. Here is why:
In 1996, I was in 8th grade. My step dad made me a tape of Ministry's album "Filth Pig", and it blew me away. I then got into the previous album, with their one hit, "Jesus Built My Hotrod", and finally fell in love with their 3 key 80's industrial masterpieces, plus the shredding mini-live album, "In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up".
From the age of 12 to around 16, I would have called them my favourite band, based largely on their incredible transformation from a creepy electro-rock thing, into the sludgy beast of the late 90's, with all periods sounding equally as impressive. Ministry's history of stylistic reformation is on par with Bob Dylan, whom they covered "Lay Lady Lay", one of the songs that actually turned me onto Ministry so madly at 12 years old in the first place. It's mad cyclical.
Anyway, I have $25 in cash. $44 in US funds to transfer over. I'm harassing a friend to pay me back $15. I'm bringing in 10 months of liquor bottles piled up in my closet. I'm taking in my jar of change to the safeway for sorting, and hopefully $10-$15.
The reason is, my heroes are playing their final tour. I intend to say goodbye.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Jeffrey Lewis and a ridiculous friday night
I went to see The Mountain Goats with Jeffrey Lewis on friday. I'd already seen The Mountain Goats, which was awesome. But the real attraction was getting to see Jeffrey Lewis, as I've loved his albums from the start. I found him through a connection to Moldy Peaches, as he was a big part of the New York anti-folk scene.
Anyway, both in person, and on stage, Jeffrey Lewis is the real deal. I feel sort of the same way that I did when I first saw The Fiery Furnaces, in that this is a band who could do anything they wanted. In this case, they basically played a set of punk songs. In fact, they did a pretty poor job of selection from their 5 albums worth of material, and still blew a lot of people away. They even played one of the most annoying songs, "another girl", and turned it into one of the highlights of the show. Although anything with a chorus as awesome as this....
"Now I've found another girl,
and she's cuter and younger than you ever were.
She could kick your ass if you fucked with her.
And she's good in bed, and she calls me sir."
... is bound to slay an unsuspecting audience.
I was excited to see the Mountain Goats again, but 2 songs into the set, something in me snapped and I had an anxiety attack. I had to leave immediately, and went to find something to drink, to calm my nerves. I cracked the bottle while waiting for the train. I was immediately busted by the cops for drinking in public. $115 fine. Brutal.
Anyway, the kicker is that one of the triggers that probably set me off was seeing Dan Bejar (Destroyer, member of New Pornographers) show up after Jeffrey Lewis' set, walk directly backstage, and come back out with beers in his hands. It was pathetic. Clearly, he doesn't give a shit about music at this point. He's just showing up to shmooze. This is an artist that's produced some amazing material, including one of my all-time favourite songs "This Night." In fact, he's so prolific that I even referenced him in a previous blog post! But that's all over now. Fuck Dan Bejar.
Oh, and fuck the cops too. I peeled the label off, and went over to a corner to drink. They're just drumming up funds, I guess. But they could've at least let me keep the bottle I'd taken 3 swigs of.
Anyway, both in person, and on stage, Jeffrey Lewis is the real deal. I feel sort of the same way that I did when I first saw The Fiery Furnaces, in that this is a band who could do anything they wanted. In this case, they basically played a set of punk songs. In fact, they did a pretty poor job of selection from their 5 albums worth of material, and still blew a lot of people away. They even played one of the most annoying songs, "another girl", and turned it into one of the highlights of the show. Although anything with a chorus as awesome as this....
"Now I've found another girl,
and she's cuter and younger than you ever were.
She could kick your ass if you fucked with her.
And she's good in bed, and she calls me sir."
... is bound to slay an unsuspecting audience.
I was excited to see the Mountain Goats again, but 2 songs into the set, something in me snapped and I had an anxiety attack. I had to leave immediately, and went to find something to drink, to calm my nerves. I cracked the bottle while waiting for the train. I was immediately busted by the cops for drinking in public. $115 fine. Brutal.
Anyway, the kicker is that one of the triggers that probably set me off was seeing Dan Bejar (Destroyer, member of New Pornographers) show up after Jeffrey Lewis' set, walk directly backstage, and come back out with beers in his hands. It was pathetic. Clearly, he doesn't give a shit about music at this point. He's just showing up to shmooze. This is an artist that's produced some amazing material, including one of my all-time favourite songs "This Night." In fact, he's so prolific that I even referenced him in a previous blog post! But that's all over now. Fuck Dan Bejar.
Oh, and fuck the cops too. I peeled the label off, and went over to a corner to drink. They're just drumming up funds, I guess. But they could've at least let me keep the bottle I'd taken 3 swigs of.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Seattle
Went to Seattle to see Neurosis and Converge last night. Really don't care for either of the bands, but I'm always up for a road trip.
I went with Paul, which was awesome. I got to pick his brain about Winning, and further express my love of the new album.
I've also been reading The Game by Neil Strauss. It's a book about the world's greatest pickup artists, and I've been loving it. I don't think I'd ever use any of the moves they use, for the most part, but the psychology behind it gave me a newfound confidence. However, I struck out in spectacular fashion with any women of note. I'm not really a player anyway.
On a sidenote, some of the "negs" they use in The Game (kind of like backhanded compliments, showing interest in a girl, but insulting her at the same time) are amazing. My favourite neg is definitely "Oh, you've got eye crusties. No, don't rub them. I like eye crusties!"
Not much of note happened on the trip. Taco Bell had less obese people than normal, which was interesting. We wandered through the gay neighbourhood for quite a while, passing bars with amazing names like "The Honey Hole," then made up a bunch of hilarious should-be gay bar names. I can't remember any of them, but I just thought of "Cock-a-Diddle-Doo" off the top of my head. It's really not a difficult game.
Lastly, I thought of a rhyme while I was standing around in an arcade.
"When I go out to the clubs,
I feel like a drug.
All the ladies wanna be on me."
It's sort of quoting Anchorman, which is completely passe these days. But I thought it was aight.
I went with Paul, which was awesome. I got to pick his brain about Winning, and further express my love of the new album.
I've also been reading The Game by Neil Strauss. It's a book about the world's greatest pickup artists, and I've been loving it. I don't think I'd ever use any of the moves they use, for the most part, but the psychology behind it gave me a newfound confidence. However, I struck out in spectacular fashion with any women of note. I'm not really a player anyway.
On a sidenote, some of the "negs" they use in The Game (kind of like backhanded compliments, showing interest in a girl, but insulting her at the same time) are amazing. My favourite neg is definitely "Oh, you've got eye crusties. No, don't rub them. I like eye crusties!"
Not much of note happened on the trip. Taco Bell had less obese people than normal, which was interesting. We wandered through the gay neighbourhood for quite a while, passing bars with amazing names like "The Honey Hole," then made up a bunch of hilarious should-be gay bar names. I can't remember any of them, but I just thought of "Cock-a-Diddle-Doo" off the top of my head. It's really not a difficult game.
Lastly, I thought of a rhyme while I was standing around in an arcade.
"When I go out to the clubs,
I feel like a drug.
All the ladies wanna be on me."
It's sort of quoting Anchorman, which is completely passe these days. But I thought it was aight.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Art Brut
My hands are cut, bruised, and swollen from slamming them on the stage last night, trying to coax a second encore out of Art Brut. My throat is raw from yelling all the lyrics to every song. If you look a few posts back, you'll see that I don't normally do that sort of thing at shows. But this was a special case. You can't not love Art Brut. Or at least, I can't not love them.
Fuck Arctic Monkeys. Fuck The Fratellis. Fuck The Long Blondes. Fuck The Pipettes.
Long live Art Brut!
Fuck Arctic Monkeys. Fuck The Fratellis. Fuck The Long Blondes. Fuck The Pipettes.
Long live Art Brut!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
I will move my legs, but that's about it
I go to a lot of shows. One thing that I really hate seeing onstage is when bands try to make the audience do shit for them. For any band members reading this, I will tell you right now, if you want me to clap for 30 seconds in some kind of intricate audience rhythm section, you're out of luck. Fuck doing shit for bands!
I'm not gonna sing your fucking chorus for you. That's why I paid money to see YOU!
I'm not gonna "make some fuckin' noise"... if I'm compelled to make noise, I will, but I don't follow commands, dick.
And have you ever been to a show where they make you do something really fucking stupid? "snap your fingers for this part".... NO! I think Feist did that once. Leslie Feist seems even more bored with her own music than I am, and that's saying a lot.
Here is what I will do: I will shake my right leg. When my right leg gets tired, I will switch to the left leg. If you've really got your shit together, I might glance over at my friend and mouth the word "whoa". Asking for anything more is deserving of having change thrown at you. Ask Datarock. Though they weren't really demanding, they just sucked enough to deserve having change thrown at them.
I'm not gonna sing your fucking chorus for you. That's why I paid money to see YOU!
I'm not gonna "make some fuckin' noise"... if I'm compelled to make noise, I will, but I don't follow commands, dick.
And have you ever been to a show where they make you do something really fucking stupid? "snap your fingers for this part".... NO! I think Feist did that once. Leslie Feist seems even more bored with her own music than I am, and that's saying a lot.
Here is what I will do: I will shake my right leg. When my right leg gets tired, I will switch to the left leg. If you've really got your shit together, I might glance over at my friend and mouth the word "whoa". Asking for anything more is deserving of having change thrown at you. Ask Datarock. Though they weren't really demanding, they just sucked enough to deserve having change thrown at them.
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