254 days

it's been 8 months and 10 days since my last post.

Mates of fucking State

So I saw Mates of State at their concert yesterday night in Toronto. And they sucked. Well, it's not like they were bad (as the headlining band of a concert is the headlining band for a reason) . . .


but, I just felt uninspired. The songs were upbeat but lacked that enthusiasm that can only come from the band's primary members. During their sets, the person with the most enthusiasm was their backup violinist/xylophone guy who infused life into a listless performance.


I'm not gonna lie, I like it when a band makes casual banter with the audience. However, the depth of the few transactions between the masses and the husband-and-wife team consisted of her informing us of our supposed rivalry between Montreal. Thanks?


The set decorations were cool though. I loved the Japanese lantern theme and the best part is they totally provided more entertainment value than they were supposed to.

Halfway through their set, the string holding up the lantern on the right side broke.  And so the lantern was held up by precariously by resting on the light fixture inside the ball. And every so often, it would twitch and shift and I swear it was all-of-a-sudden going to come down and hit the drummer in the face. But alas, my divination did not happen and the lantern stayed put until the end.

The highlight of the night for me were these guys:

Black Kids!

'Black Kids' is a band from Jacksonville, FL, and they freaking rocked! Their songs are the type of songs you just have to dance to; their upbeat, 80s-style beats and bops (and outfits!) were stimulating. It was like brain candy.

I seriously think these kids are gonna be big(/ger than they already are!). When Pitchfork gives your first EP a rating of 8.4/10 and lists it as #68 in their 'Top 100 Tracks of 2007', you know you've hit the spot.

They're the type of band I know I'll one day say: "yeah I saw them back when they were touring after their first album and were like small." Keep it up you guys!

And the other thing I love about Black Kids was this guy:

The lead singer.

He had this non-chalant, laid-back, 'I don't give a fuck' attitude that lent heavily to the band's coolness factor. 

Other things that lent to the band's cool were:

• Ali Youngblood's glasses
  
• the bassist's arms and facial expressions
  
• the fact that their banter contained the words "deflowered" and "29 year-old virgin"

On a side note, I spoke briefly with one of the keyboardists from the group after the show as I was curious about what the differences between the two keyboards were and she was so nice in her response. I then scampered awkwardly out of the room as it was starting to fill with people and I felt bad because I wasn't buying anything.

That being said, my one regret: not buying Black Kids's album and potentially getting band members to sign it. Oh well, another time 

 . . . and I'm sure they'll be back.

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Whyz do I like suck?

This song is stuck in 'ma head.

I've been listening to it all day.

New Music hollahz!

My amazing friend, Riley, gave me two mixed cds two days ago!

So I finally put them on Stella (my computer).



And so far I'm loving the new music. It's great learning about new bands and hearing some great new music.

I'm enthused by (love is too strong a word after only listening to two songs) a Toronto-based, Timmins-born (Shania twin?) musician named Lights, whose song "Drive my soul" is fun and camp. her myspoo

Now here's some blatantly-narcisstic shots of me trying my hardest not to be creepy. Enjoy!

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Love me penniless
Love me heartbroken
Love me when all the other men have houses, paycheques
Love me on the street, and not in a house
Holding hands, not letting go
Inseparable.

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Hi.

So . . . . I don't know what but I tend to start off every sentence with 'so'.  I think it's because with these blog posts, I'm kinda just expressing my what's in my head.  Like, turning a corkscrew into my head and letting all my thoughs flow out in tiny, jambled letters.  Is jambled a word?  Debatable.

So quel est new in my life?  Well I'm doing the school thing.  And I aced my first midterm!  Yeah, motherf***er!  High fives all 'round!  High fives all 'round!  But I don't think I did as well on the next two that I had.  But I had three in a week, give me a break.  i.e. I should have studied harder and am trying to not feel as bad by blaming it on something irrelevant.  But three is a lot.

Oh my, I blog like a person whose thoughts are all jumbled up.  Like a yarn of string that been unravelled throughout a room, over a table, bed, draped around picture frames and blinds, behind a vase, under a light and around the doorknob.  I try.

Linear thoughts.  1) I want to write a blog post everyday.  Why, you ask.  Because writing is therapeutic in a way.  Getting the thoughts in your head somewhere, into another medium, onto paper, into the online machine, takes the onus off your brain.  And your brain already has enough shit to deal with girl!

2) I think doing something consistent in my life, again and again, unfailingly (hopefully) will be good for me.

3) Is there really a number three?  Or do I just really like numbers, and stuff.

4)  Ooh!  Ooh!  There is a number 3, but now it's number 4.  Fail.

Okay though, number 4 is . . . . (drumroll please! . . . . okay come on, actually do it.  For me?  Okay, fine, whatever) . . . . . . . . . . The Amazing Race is starting up again!  My life is totally going to be more complete on Feb. 14 than it is right now.  Like an older sibling coming home, or discovering that favourite stuffed animal in closet again after years of neglect.  The bees inside me are buzzing with the excitement of new teams, new locations and the neverending rollercoaster of emotions the show never fails to take you on.  Bees?  yeah, I don't know.

So that's the end of the blog.  Too long, I know.  If you actually read to the end of this, give yourself a f***ing pat on the back.  Serisously.  You deserve. it.

biieee

"O that this too too sullied flesh . . .

would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew.

Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self-slaughter."

I can safely say that I have memorized Hamlet's first soliloquoy.

Huzzah!

Oh Hamlet, teenage angst was never quite so poetic.

Last 4 photobooth pictures

My eye is très fucked up in the last one lol.

hi.

I hate first posts.