Mama Grizz

I am tired

2011-01-11T07:20:00.000-08:00

Yet, managed to do my astronomy assignment at 6:30am, and get 100%!

This was an online test, based around the actual doing of the test, not the content.

So...

Just an excuse to post a picture of a partial eclipse in Austria, really.

http://media.skyandtelescope.com/images/Partiellesonnenfinsternis-Baden-Saban.jpg

OMBB

2011-01-02T12:41:00.000-08:00

I finally get it! I finally understand why the Old Man Blues Band is such a universal phenomenon!

To me, a 20-something musician moderately educated in the history of music, the Old Man Blues Band is somewhat of an inevitable destiny for most musicians. Its like a funny joke, no matter what or how well you do in music, the punch line is that you will eventually end up playing the blues at some shitty bar on a Thursday night. I will never be an old man, but imagine myself somewhat akin to the singer in Lost in Translation's Tokyo hotel band "Sausalito"- singing standards, lookin garish. Thats what I think! Thats what my ignorant little brain has solidified as a personal philosophy.

So really, what this blog is about is my epiphany of why the blues is such an omnipresent in so many musicians lives. Think about it- no matter who you are playing with (unless they are from another planet) you all know how to lay down a BLUES JAM. Hexatonic, somewhat swung, curvy notes. Smoke. Whiskey. THE BLUES. It's inherent! Everyone knows it from birth. Life blood. Ya know?

Long story short, the blues are just always satisfying to play because everyone GETS it. It has stood the test of time and will always stay the same. And because you inherently know this, it feels the most natural, enhancing its appeal to not only player but also listener! There ya go.

(I do realize I may reference Ghost World a little too much, but remember the scene when Thora Birch first discovers Skip James via Steve Buscemi's record collection? Its like that! She gets it! BECAUSE IT WAS ALREADY IN HER!)

WILLIE

2010-12-27T15:12:00.000-08:00

Not that I am suprised by this, but I just found out the other day that Willie Nelson wrote "Crazy" for Patsy Cline. Good lord, what a fucking song. I naturally assume all monumental pop and country classics were written by Fred Rose or Jimmy Webb, so this comes as an embarrassing suprise.

I just keep forgetting how amazing Willie Nelson is. He is such a cool dude who still tours, and you know... I just forget how important his brain is!

New years resolution: read Willie Nelson's autobiography, look for hints on how to write a classic like this, write a classic and maybe stop experiencing perpetual existential crisis triggered by writer's block. Thanks, internet!

The ROYAL ENGAGEMENT

2010-12-06T10:25:00.000-08:00

This is a pretty hot topic right now. To a few people.

The Royal Engagement: who cares?

I care.

And so does my friend Jeff.

Why? Because my mom is British, and because my Gran sends me clippings of Hello UK magazine about hilarious gossip such as this. I think it is an endearing form of escapism, and a sort of classic style of celebrity fascination. In fact, our most infamous celebutantes are the form of crazy Royals who had affairs, scandals, marriages, divorces, and gruesome deaths. They are the original form of celebrity.

Grace Kelly
Lady Di
Elizabeth, the original 40 year old virgin.
Henry V11 the slut bag

Anyway. Not going further into this. All I'm saying, you guys, is that I'd much rather have a commemorative plate of Will and Kate than Jessica Simpson or Octopussy, ok?

Well hello there!

2010-11-03T15:43:00.001-07:00

I haven't done this in awhile, woah!

I guess I've had NOTHING to say!

So, here is a thought I've recently had. Brian Wilson does Gershwin. Is this the most narcissistic vanity pro J of all time, or is this another example of Wilson's inherent musical genius and understanding?

I don't know. But to combine two of my favorites... can't really go wrong. Right?

YAY

2010-06-04T10:35:00.000-07:00

After telling myself "no booze for a week", I naturally ended up having 4+ last night after playing my first show with full band. Needless to say I'm a tad hungovs, so can justify sitting on my computer for the majority of the morning.

Much to my delight, while doing my daily blog rounds, I FOUND THIS

So, please, Brenna, Coral and Amy, and whoever else reads my blog, feast your eyes upon the woman that is Kate and all her genius.

Big smile on my face right now. Heil Kate.

I have no patience

2010-06-03T13:17:00.000-07:00

So I'm just going to post a link to this!

(I'm 2 years late on this "news item" but my recent studies in indigenous religions makes me GOOGLE EVERYTHING)

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1022822/Incredible-pictures-Earths-uncontacted-tribes-firing-bows-arrows.html

I just love publicizing my meaningless thoughts!

2010-05-20T08:58:00.000-07:00

In the past few months I have dreamt about violent and graphic death, destruction, explosions, the devil (even though I'm in no way religious) and, as of last night, being robbed by gangsters (I vividly remember screaming "NOT MY GUITAR!!!") and having a fucking baby. Jesus.

Of course, in light of my internet addiction, I have looked up the meaning to some of these gems.

Robber, Robbery (see Stealing)

1. If the dreamer is concerned about safety, security, and financial affairs, this dream could reflect those fears. Whether the fear—that someone in some way is going to rip you off—is real or not depends on the circumstances and other symbols in the dream.

2. If the dreamer is looking for love, this could represent a warning: The dreamer could meet and fall for someone fascinating, but who has an agenda of his or her own and could end up breaking the dreamer’s heart.

BABY DREAMS

As an object in dreams, a baby or child represents something that requires great care and attention. The meaning can change depending on whether it is your original responsibility or one that has been passed off on you by someone else. These dreams may also have wish-fulfilment content for women who are in their childbearing years.
If the baby was pretty, you will be fortunate through the help of friends. However, if the baby was ugly or in any way displeasing to you, look out for treachery in someone you are inclined to trust. Helpless or sick babies are generally a warning of difficulties ahead, so be cautious in your business and/or or love affairs. A walking baby indicates sudden independence, and if you dreamed of many babies, great satisfaction and happiness are coming your way.

1. A new world, a new life, promising new enterprises.

2. Youth, innocence.

3. An upcoming birth in the dreamer's immediate circle.

Astrological parallel: Leo.

Tarot parallel: The Sun.

DEVIL DREAMS

Seeing a devil in the dream is a signal that you are too preoccupied with the negative thoughts, or you are surrounded by people who threaten your serenity. A devil is a symbol of temptations, dark forces, confusion, darkness and death. If dream of a devil, be very careful, because there might be serious consequences, if you yield to temptations.

EXPLOSION DREAMS

A dream of contrary. To dream of witnessing a massive explosion indicates that your own life is going to “explode.” Great changes for the better are on the way.

So basically, dreams are internal horoscopes, or? Either way, good to know I'm insecure, preoccupied with negativity and secretly want a baby out of the toxic love affair I am so destined to have. BUT, at the end of the day, my life will just explode! COOL!

Nick Cave

2010-05-17T00:05:00.000-07:00

I've developed a pretty intense obsession with Nick Cave lately... I feel like a misunderstood 80's teen. I have dedicated at least 1 hour/day for the past month youtubing/researching this divine man.

Some highlights

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGU-uP_8djA

Oh good for you Youtube, disabling embedded codes! This dinky link will do, sure.

Aaaaaaand scene.

Counter Cult-ure

2010-04-01T16:00:00.000-07:00

I should be doing Geography, but fuck, this is so much more interesting.

I remember first discovering Francine Dancer in 2001 whilst living in LA. We use to hang out at Cherokee Studios in the lounge, watching TV and eating treats from Whole Foods for HOURS. Between feasting our eyes and mouths, we would be entertained by stories from Cherokee's studio hay-days in the early 70s by the studio owners, the Robb Brothers and their lovely sister Susan. They told us stories about Bowie, Grace Slick, Fleetwood Mac and various other amazing superstars that only vaguely interested our young teen brains. Hell, we met Elliot Smith, Rod Stewart and Rick James within a 2 week period.

Unfortunately, this was not our source of entertainment. We had discovered LA public access TV, and with that, the phenomena that is Francine Dancer.

I know very little about this gypsy goddess; she was on Public Access TV in LA in 2001, and she is still on the air, apparently, as she has more recent videos I have found on youtube. I don't care if its ironic or not, nor if its some sort of fucked up LA cult thing (which would not surprise me). To me, Francine Dancer is special. She represents a very hilarious time in my life, and each time I gaze upon her hefty pink frame, I am immediately taken back to 1972, via 2001, and my weirdo teen years. It also will forever be my "go to" funny youtube clip when I have nothing else funny to post on my facebook or twitter, but am in a silly mood.

PS- this video reveals a lot about Francine I'm afraid, which is why I'm not going to watch the whole thing.

God bless you Francine, you are fabulous to me.

Spring is here.

2010-03-29T15:41:00.000-07:00

I have started wearing color, specifically, neutrals. I have this video to thank.

Now when your finished watching that in its entirety, watch this. Something interesting HAS come of Die Antwoord's diminishing 15 minutes.

today.

2010-02-19T17:33:00.000-08:00

On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale a few minutes after her death.

Posivibes

2010-02-04T08:52:00.000-08:00

My new goal in life is to develop a positive outlook on life. Yep, ye ol cliche. Only if I actually stick with it, will it eliminate its inevitable and predictable downward spiral (oh shit, that was the opposite of my goal, wasn't it...)

One such fun fact involving posivibes is THIS: I have a LOT of nostalgia in my bones, like most people I know, involving visits to certain places, staying at certain hotels, listening to certain songs, etc... My positivity breakthrough comes from realizing that, because I have SO MUCH FUCKING NOSTALGIA, I must have had a pretty good run, yeah? Something to reflect on...

Postscript: J. D. Salinger

2010-01-28T12:23:00.000-08:00

Postscript: J. D. Salinger

R.I.P

One of the greats.

...

2010-01-27T14:25:00.001-08:00

There is a lot to be said about social discretion.

Please don't publicize your problems.

Yes please.

2010-01-27T10:54:00.000-08:00

Hey Jacques, your a bit of a babe aren't you!

Bromance is Ageless

2010-01-25T18:33:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I learned that my father has a special ringtone for his best friend Dave.

This has changed my life in ways I can't quite explain...

Some Observations

2010-01-21T22:02:00.001-08:00

Today, as I went to purchase my usual Thursday night snack of diet pepsi and an orange, I encountered two of my favorite types of social observations: one of the "cultural stereotype", and another where real life mirrors a movie scene.

1. 7/11 (duh). A flood of hockey fans crowd the soda section. I browse the canned goods until it calms down. Just as I think the coast is clear, I hear him: "WOOO!" "WOOOO!" (Phonetically: Waaaooo. Waaaooo. Shouted in a very short and abrasive manor). It's Party Pete, the guy from out of town, often a really sweet kind of hombre, likes to hang with his buddies and have a brew at the game. Harmless and unabashedly Canadian, Pete's one true judgment-worthy flaw is his inevitable war cry. The short, brisk cheer of "WOOO" for no particular reason, aimed at not one person or group of persons specifically. Just a release, too great to contain, but too VAST to set free! Party Pete, you are a sky-train star and a downtown dunce on weekends. No hate-ons here though, just observations :)

2. You know that scene in Lost in Translation when Anna Farris' character is talking to Gionvanni Ribisi and ScarJo about diets and eating disorders, and her random music-producer-type friend interjects their convo with a comment about some "beat" he is composing? You know, he explains it all specifically and uses his mouth to demo the rhythm? Yeah, I passed a man doing that just now. Outside of DIX, ironically... The lady on the receiving end shared the same blank stare as Charlotte in LOT.

Gotta go. Larry David's waiting for me.

GIRLS

2010-01-13T10:15:00.001-08:00

Girls are great.

I love this album. I forgot to include it on my top 5 of 09 for Ion Magazine BUT, it should be in there, at 2.5.

70's Stuff

2009-12-09T18:55:00.001-08:00

Today on my $200 trip to Chapters, I purchased a Joni Mitchell DVD out of curiosity: "Refuge of the Road", which is essentially a tour documentary without the fun bits (stupid dialogue, reveling moments of personality traits, etc...) of her 1983 "Refuge" tour, amidst her great love affair with jazz and her jazzy bass player huzz Larry Klein.

Now, this was totally worth the purchase because in the first five minutes alone, we are exposed to some serious 70's edits, including HORSES running through FLAMES, and SEAGULLS flying through the opalescent sky.

What was MOST interesting though, was in the opening credits. I see the name Vinnie Colaiuta pop up, her drummer, and then realize that Vinnie played on a track for my first band's first album! We were working with John Shanks at the time and hooked up something else, with a budget bands can only dream of today. Recording in Henson Studios (formerly Charlie Chaplin's estate, later becoming A&M Studios) with the top studio players in the business (though we played our own instruments, we were nothing compared to big budgets and big names).

My memory of him is an extremely energetic guy in his 50's, I reckon, bouncing into the studio with short 70's (of course) shorts and wrist bands, carrying drum sticks like they were his handbag. He got on the kit and BLEW our minds. Too bad I was 15 and didn't realize the importance of this human being in the same room as me.

Anyway, here's a clip in all its white-lit glory

I love you Joni, but I still don't get the jazz thing... Save Court and Spark of course.

BONEY M I LOVE YOU

2009-12-08T09:57:00.000-08:00

Boney M- holy shit.

Today is the greatest!

Great!

2009-12-02T07:45:00.000-08:00

I did NOT KNOW that Judy Garland had her own show in the 1960's! Here goes the next 2 hours of my life...

Joseph DeLuco

2009-11-29T22:54:00.000-08:00

I love pop songs. The best thing about this one is that he even sings his own name in it! Just so we don't forget who he is when we go to "buy" his "album!" GREAT JOB.

See 0:13

Procrastination Station!

2009-11-25T16:47:00.000-08:00

I am wired right now on a few substances (not illegal, don't worry) and just can't for the life of me finish my essay!

So instead, I am blog surfing, and have been inspired by Adelio's latest to write this.
Well not write, just copy paste a bunch of photo's really...

When I was a teenager and saw Pretty in Pink for the first time (I was a fetus when it came out, doi) I was OBSESSED with Iona (Annie Potts). I wanted to be her, or her friend, or both.

Molly Ringwald was great too obviously, but I never really could relate to her. TOTAL IONA

I wanted to be a cool chick working at a record store with a sweet NYC accent, Psychedelic Furs records and amazing outfits. She was the epitome of cool to me, from ages 17 - 20.

So Annie Potts, wherever you are, I still love you, and your character was one of the most under-rated supporting roles of the 1980's.
I'm going to watch Ghostbusters now instead of writing my conclusion.

PS

Ducky, they broke the mold with you <3

Shit on the radio

2009-11-23T20:39:00.000-08:00

Head A&R at anonymous label:

Ok- we have this new girl, her name is Keisha. Gonna be big. Huge. The album's done, but we need the single. Team- can you write something edgy and upbeat? Think Lady Gaga meets, "hipster" culture.

Stupid Songwriter:

Totally. I got this real fresh idea, you head of Uffie? She's French. Anyway, totally rockin this vibe, club culture. This is 2009! This is the year of the party girl, lets go with it!

A&R:

I like what I'm hearing. Uffie, huh? Never heard of her. Get me something by tomorrow, we've got the studio booked from noon on. Keisha will be there. Oh and... Auto tune. Thats what the kids want to hear. Auto tune, but... organic. Real natural vibe, but lots of keyboard. Make it... BIG sounding but... subtle, you know?

SS:

Great. I'll whip something together by tomorrow. It'll be fresh, just you wait.

=

Dream

2009-11-07T22:15:00.000-08:00

My entire life has been spent thinking that a dream I once had was an actual memory. Last night I had a dream that actually confirmed that my memory WAS in fact, a subconscious event.

The "memory", or dream, was of me and my Mom at the movies going to see some 80's whatever. There was a sort of mini film preceding the feature and the only thing I remember of it was this:

2 men and 1 woman wearing white boiler suits and helmets, constructing rainbows in space, like they were a sort of track. The woman had pigtails and I sensed a sexual tension between her and the two men. Suddenly, the woman slips through the rainbow tracks and falls into the solar abyss. The men begin to panic. This is all I remember.

So last night, I had this dream that I was coming home from school on a weird train thing with no driver, powered by a sort of electrical line overhead. It ran on RAINBOW TRACKS. And in my dream I had this epiphany: MY MEMORY WAS JUST A FUCKING DREAM.

Isn't it interesting how the most profound things, that have SUCH a strong impression on your entire existence, turn out to be nothing but a subconscious manifestation. Also note that while I was traveling on these rainbow tracks, the background music was of a song I heard when I was 3 from a skydiving infomercial. The lyrics: Sky-diving, sky-diving! I also use to use this song as a theme when I would play on swings, stomach down, pretending to fly. WOW.

Next blog: the importance of Siamese cats on my music career

Gimme Some Skin

2009-10-28T05:58:00.000-07:00

What ever happened to the hep cats and class acts?

Slow Dance

2009-10-26T08:40:00.000-07:00

Three Things

2009-10-24T10:42:00.001-07:00

1. Last night, while asking my Dad if Astronomy would be a good course to take for someone who equates physics to mental illness, (he said no... doi) I noticed a prevalent melancholy in his voice. I had to ask him what was wrong, as my Dad usually puts on a cheery voice when we chat on the phone: turns out, he can't figure out how to make his DVD show full screen instead of wide screen (keep in mind this is a man who boasts several degrees and reads calculus for FUN). I try to explain some DVDs come like that, in fact they are labelled for this very reason. Alas, his profound sadness could not be altered. Next time he scolds the little bro' on his tech addiction, I will remind him of his this.

2. Speaking of space, what is with nebulas??? THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL!

3. Hey Coral, I think my diet of lattes and broth is working! 2 down, 18 to go!

Coral

2009-10-17T15:29:00.000-07:00

Coral and I like to:

-Creatch (see a future blog sometime about what this means)
-Suss
-Eat broth for meals so we lose weight
-Drink wine as well, a LOT of it, which counter acts the above
-Listen to El Perro Del Mar, Eazy E and Jefferson Airplane in the same play list.
-Speaking of lists, we like to list things we like, and things that make us comfortable
-talk about the best desserts ever, then pursue them. When we find them, we don't eat them. We just like knowing they exist. (this changes with will power, FYI)
-Write the best songs you'll never hear, and some you will too.
-Play music, go on music tours
-Have fun, go on fun tours
-Have late basement seance', with special guests every weekend.

Hey Coral doesn't this picture make you feel comfortable?

Sexy_Cyber_Goth_69

2009-10-04T17:22:00.000-07:00

Riddle me this...

Is it with intention that the "cyber goth" look resembles the innards of a computer, aka a motherboard? Or is this just harmonious coincidence?

HAHA!

2009-09-29T17:43:00.000-07:00

I forgot about my blog!

I should just submit this masterpiece for my creative writing class. I don't think I mention the beat poets once, save this little guy, which may encourage my teacher to like me!

Highlights of said creative writing class include a poem by a girl based on graffiti in the women's washroom in the library: "the beauty is relentless".
Is this from an actual piece of literature, or just a teen angst poetry excerpt that was written on the stall by some love sick 18 year old, only to be recycled by a love sick 19 year old?
I think I'm the only one who knows about this.

Life!

the pursuit of the trivial

2009-08-17T11:17:00.000-07:00

NON ISSUE/IRRELEVANT

I just wanted you to know...

2009-08-12T10:06:00.000-07:00

Last night, I dreamed that I spent an entire day trying to sing the ad lib/vocal gymnastic part on the first verse, right before the chorus, of Rosanna by Toto.

I succeeded. In my dream, and reality.

Dreams can come true.

Why I love my Granny

2009-07-29T10:02:00.000-07:00

I recieved a letter in the mail from my Grandma in England today, we are pen pals. This was my favorite:

"I think the group Dire Straits are super, especially Mark K what a guitar player! They are still going strong, can remember when they started many years ago. The English gardens are so beautiful this year."

Oh granny...

who cares?

2009-07-19T18:58:00.002-07:00

Just wanted you to know about my new term. "Kingdom Harmonies". This refers to either a lower third sang an octave higher, or a two part harmony consisting of the first and the fifth. Usually major, but creates a darker, almost medieval effect. I am QUITE partial to these sounds, and use them as often as possible. Examples of this would be anything I have sang on by The Blue Violets (second verse of Diet a prime examp) and nearly anything by Simon and Garfunkle. They had the BEST two part harmonies, because they weren't just boring first and third who cares sounds.

Please keep in mind that my musical terminology is prettttttttty bad. I use to know... But turns out theory ISN'T just like riding a bike.

I had another term but I forget it. Other favorites that no one else understands but me are "the water sound" (basically a chorus pedal with a SUPER fast rate, creating an underwater effect) and colour codes to describe sounds. If you can break this code, we will be good friends.

2009-07-19T18:58:00.001-07:00

the most important blog I have ever done

2009-07-13T14:52:00.000-07:00

because I am mentioning NAPSTER and ILLEGAL DOWNLOADING
which I support. because in 1999, I illegally downloaded this song:

and it changed my life.

FUNY SHT!

2009-07-05T18:16:00.000-07:00

Celine Dion is my favorite comedienne!

She is also my GUILTY PLEASURE. I will NOT DENY THIS.

Fuck you!

Hey Brenna

2009-06-29T16:55:00.000-07:00

Diet Cherry Coke: Not bad!

hair

2009-06-21T22:03:00.000-07:00

voices = hair

Bryan Adams = long, wild, tangled mess

Cyndi Lauper = a perky ponytail with a youthful bounce

Sinead O'Connor = NONE! hahahahaah

Bono = steel black, slick, short, like the hair version of raybans

Britney Spears = that first shitty dye job your friend gave you in 8th grade, most likely blond or strawberry blond

Brian Wilson = sun bleached, carefree, layered (like his HARMONIES! WOW!)

word

2009-06-21T17:04:00.000-07:00

"Indie" is a terrible word.

the makings of a good day

2009-06-11T09:41:00.001-07:00

Today is great defined on a few things:

1. I found 4 skinny cigarettes in my fancy cigarette case I had almost considered obsolete.

2. I re-discovered the song "Fishin in the Dark" by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. I am secretly a hick at heart and crave to live on a farm again one day.

3. After reading Johnny Depp's Vanity Fair article I have downloaded some Artie Shaw ditties I hadn't heard before, as well as found this gem recommended by the man himself:

4. It is windy out, but still warm. The trees look so nice in this weather and I greatly look forward to smoking my skinny cigarettes under the shade of a cherry blossom.

5. SHOVE BAND PRACTICE
www.myspace.com/shovevancouver

Thanks Bro

2009-05-30T06:54:00.001-07:00

Bass

2009-05-24T12:44:00.000-07:00

Why is the bass so funny?
I mean, it is hilarious, and I've always known that since picking it up at age 11, but this recent wave of pop culture's bass bandwagon is out of control! Since I have nothing better to do this Sunday afternoon, I shall explore some of the bass stereotypes. Not too much detail though, because I really want an iced latte.

Exhibit A:

Rob Trujillo. Fancys the 5-string, likes flat wounds, favors the Ibanez. I owned an Ibanez and flat wounds too once. Check. Other bassers falling under this particular "niche" would be any guy from any cock rock band in the last 15 years. Especially the likes of God Smack, Linkin Park, Seether, etc...

Exhibit B:

Jaco Pastorius. The "bass players bassist". He plays high on the neck, cool, me too, but shit, its like Seinfeld on speed every time he plays. This is the man most music shop loiterers base their entire life on. Aesthetic wise, eclectic, and hey I've gone down that path too. He died a very tragic death, sustaining fatal injuries from a nightclub fight. He was 35 years old!

Exhibit C:

Flea is a psycho hose beast on bass! He use to be my favorite when I liked RHCP. He is a pretty cool dude. Lots of energy, slaps like a mother fucker, plays a Music Man, and appears in random movies like Iggy Pop. Crazy, almost bald and sprightly.

Exhibit D:
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The "who's that guy?" bassist.

And finally, Exhibit E:

The cool guy. Enough Said.

I forgot to include girls into the stereotyping because there are so few of us...

So there ya fuckin go

MY FIRST CRUSH

2009-05-15T16:42:00.000-07:00

Was this man

My favorite band names I never used

2009-05-14T19:58:00.000-07:00

Finding a band name is hard

If you want you can use these, I won't be mad

1. CROSSFADE

2. Rococo

3. "Crescendo"

4. Swan Song

5. Luigi Board (cred goes to homeless bum outside jam space. tried to get me to join, but I didn't want to curse his sacred project)

6. Stevie Nixon

7. "Child's Play"

8. PRO TOOLS (actually no i might use this)

9. "The Endangered"

*TO BE FREQUENTLY UPDATED LIKE THE REST OF MY BLOG*

Nothing better to do...

2009-05-10T16:54:00.000-07:00

Taoist Quotes of Wisdom

2009-05-06T11:20:00.000-07:00

These are my favorite things in the world. Taoism has always provided a rough spiritual guide through my *tortured, unfair, cruel cruel youth*. AKA sensitive self absorbed teen/early twenties which I am still in right now.

Today marks one week sober (well, if you don't count some sake on Saturday) and I decided to open my Taoist Book of Wisdom for my daily quote. This is the Tao De Ching summed up prettily for white people with no attention span. It states
"Living Life without Limits is the highest state of existence"
Which I fully endorse, btw, but SHIT, I just deprived myself of my favorite thing for a week, only to be met with this? This is my reward? I'm too naive to not take this quote seriously.

So then I click my little computer date thing, and it says its May 6th, not 8th, which I originally thought.

Therefore, today:
"Those who imitate others deform their own natures. Whether they be regarded as "bandits" or "sages" doesn't matter to me. From my point of view, they have all gone astray, because the only rule is conformity or nonconformity to one's own intrinsic nature"

So... I'm rebelling against myself for not drinking, so I can be seen as a sage (to myself, mind you, this is about self-healing or whatever) only to realize that no one even cares? Not even me?

Turning the page, I then find this:

"You don't make anything happen, events happen by themselves"

Which is the point of Taoism I think, and why I like it: shit happens, all you can do is blog about it and laugh at how seriously we all take everything.

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Ohhhhhhhh pitchknife!

2009-04-26T23:12:00.001-07:00

This won't be a musical overview, or even a review, just some thoughts on me' brain

If it weren't for this:

I would have never gotten into the band "Love"

So... good thing I'm not just 2, but 4 generations behind where I should be.
(Don't take that statement seriously, there is nothing worse than someone living in a past they have never known)

BYE BYE

Dumbass!

2009-04-24T17:54:00.000-07:00

Why... must I always be heckled... by unfashionable men from a "Yaletown Salon" trying to get me to pay them in advance for a fraudulent haircut?

I know I have crazy auntie hair, but for fucks saaaaaaakes, don't they also get my crazy bitch vibe? Fuck off!

Thank god for Mondays at Shine

2009-04-23T13:12:00.000-07:00

All I am listening to today is this song, alternating with Sam Cooke and Otis. Summer weather makes me want to live in the 1950's and go to ice cream socials.

Too many chocolate bars...

2009-04-16T02:54:00.000-07:00

Ok, lets all remember this commercial RIGHT NOW:

Youtube brought me to realize that I was not alone in my fascination/obsession with this commercial. My friends and I actually remade this. I was the star, and boy did I ever know those lines. I could do this commercial word for word. The shitty thing is that I actually had really awful skin problems when I recorded it so I will never show anyone how incredibly talented I am at acting. This commercial is like a pop song, a hit pop song that everyone recites because we ALL know the words! Brilliant. I love youtube so much.wgergR@TSO#@!!b fw?gdsr47

This is all I want to listen to right now

2009-04-13T00:05:00.000-07:00

Blah blah blah

Reading YouTube comments is probably one of my favorite things to do:
"congratulations... you arrogant cunt"
"Unique. Greetings from Zagreb"

Robbie Robertson

2009-03-31T18:35:00.000-07:00

I don't quite get you, Robbie. You are SO handsome, I have a crush on your 1970's self, and you are incredibly talented. But, you are sort of corny, and you shouldn't be, as you were in Bob Dylan's band, and THE BAND. So... why do you make me feel confused man?

If there were to ever be a movie made about you, I'd vouch for Joseph Gordon Levitt. I am such a good casting agent, this should be my fall back career.

vs.

drop names not bombs

2009-03-30T09:10:00.001-07:00

I hate entertainment industry events. I'm just going to start with that. The premises behind this statement are infinite. But the main reason is this: BAD VIBES. Self importance mixed with a sense of entitlement spawning from a totally unjustifiable reason, or an outdated status creates a horrible negative energy. I don't know WHAT to do with myself.

I can make the most of most situations and scenarios, especially with booze, but at these sort of ego-fest's, I usually feel pretty hopeless.

Everything is TEMPORARY.

...Maybe I am BITTER?

haha!

Today

2009-03-29T14:39:00.001-07:00

I AM WEIRDED OUT

2009-03-23T01:35:00.000-07:00

I just got home from Section 3, where I played some ditties. One of which was "Cupid" by Sam Cooke. I would not go as far as branding that track as "obscure", but I will brand it as "infrequent" on the airwaves.

I get home, eat a piece of my veggie burger wrap, and what comes on? CUPID. Then, right after, Free Man in Paris. Two of my favorites.

Not a big D, obviously, its public radio, AM, mind you, and these songs are classic for a reason. But still... when this sort of timing happens, it blows my mind. I often need to sit down and force myself to absorb the obviousness of the situation. I am so weired out right now! Why?????

What a stupid blog!

John Denver

2009-03-19T22:12:00.000-07:00

When my friends and I were about 15, we decided to give John Denver the nickname "Bressy Garlic 70's"
I have no idea why, but those words seemed to describe what he looked like in this smooth velvety poster that was hanging in the studio we were recording at. We also though this was HILARIOUS.

Since then, every time I look at John Denver's face I feel guilty. He looks so sad! Just a real nice guy, wrote some simple little songs, and died a tragic untimely death. Poor guy! He just wanted to have a family and live in a 70's house with his guitars and songs!

Kung Fu Fighting

2009-03-19T01:01:00.000-07:00

I have never not had a song in my head.

Right now it is Kung Fu Fighting by who-the-fuck-cares
Before that it was Waiting for the Summer by Yeasayer
Before that it was Cupid by Sam Cooke
Before that it was Why you Wanna Break my Heart by CRUCIAL TAUNT

I could go on for days but not accurately. My point is really a question, is there a name for this? Is this normal? Most of my friends seem to experience this too...

90's Romance

2009-03-08T15:56:00.000-07:00

If they were ever to make a biopic on Jeff Buckley, James Franco would be a suitable candidate.

Copy Paste this for more of this delightful human being, I can't figure out how else to do it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siNsgbIWhAQ
Fuck you Sony/BMG Youtube account for disabling embedded links.

Dreamweaver

2009-03-04T16:48:00.000-08:00

Due to my recent obsession with all things mystical and Native American, I purchased a Dream Catcher a few days ago. Yeah, I did. And yes, I'm a hippie. Hypocrippie, if you will...

Since I hung the charming ornament above my bed, I have experienced dreams that have included events such as:

-horrible things happening to my mom
-the death of a friend
-existing in a world where there are bars in the sky and the sidewalks are level with the cloud cover. In one particular "dream sequence" I saw several people walk to their deaths because they thought the clouds were a solid surface (road) and instead of walking across the street, fell thousands of feet to the ground below.
-befriending Elvis Costello, becoming deep buds, feeling accepted in the Diana Krall/Joni Mitchell circle.

So... The latter being the most recent, I'm hoping the dream catcher was summoning all evil thoughts from my brain in hopes to cleanse my subconscious and prep for upcoming sweet dreams? I don't know. I haven't given up yet though, because it is actually my secret wish to be besties with Elvis Costello and Diana Krall and have a heated discussion about the shitty music industry with Joni Mitchell, who I hear is more jaded than I am...

...

2009-03-02T14:22:00.001-08:00

NDBMA

I wish...

2009-02-27T21:01:00.000-08:00

I wish avocados had a sweet taste. Their texture is pretty ideal for a dessert fruit but they have such a strange rounded neutral flavor that I can't picture just eating that drizzled with honey or chocolate.

Hi

2009-02-25T22:26:00.000-08:00

There is nothing I would rather do more right now than look up pictures of mystic unicorns. That is all I have been doing for the past 20 mintues. There are 3 problems I keep running into.

1. All the pictures are too small. No detail = no fun.

2. Most of the unicorns don't look mystic, they look like silly cartoons. (!!) OR anime, or they are drawn too round. Nothing has a smooth silhouette in real life, that is a fallacy, therefore this unicorn looks even more fake and not as magical/mystical.

(not a good example. just hilarious)

3. Some of them look like this:

Like it was a sasquatch finding.

I will give myself another 20 minutes to find the perfect unicorn. If not I will go back to mystic wolves or Emile Hirsch.

I love Steve Buscemi. And...

2009-02-25T13:10:00.000-08:00

My prerogative

2009-02-22T12:16:00.001-08:00

Diet Pepsi > Diet Coke

**

2009-02-20T17:57:00.001-08:00

From a search on Photobucket for "Cherry Pie"...

2009-02-20T17:52:00.000-08:00

Your search term probably relates to adult content. Photobucket "DOES NOT" host sexually explicit content.

Warning: If you are under 18 or live in an area where it is illegal for you to view explicit content try another search.

or...

Continue your Photobucket search here

Hmmm

2009-02-18T11:34:00.000-08:00

I wonder what my neighbors think when they hear me sing lyrics like "I win now, Fuckin lesbian twins now"
or

"Man I ain't never seen an ass like hers, that pussy in my mouth got me lost for words"

All in the name of the Rising Price of Gas...

I'm craving gingerbread cookies

2009-02-17T03:22:00.000-08:00

He's an angle
She's a tangent
There's some flowers on the bathroom floor
He's a click track
Now she makes a flashback
He's a liquid
He's a laugh

She's a graph
He wears a sticky white shirt and tie
In those viscose clothes
His watch hand glows
He's a liquid
She's elusive
He's adhesive
He's a trickle down a falling wall
They get married too much
She's a soft touch
He's a liquid
He pulls
She pushed
They read the Bible about the flood
She draws the curtains
'Cause now she's certain
He's a liquid

If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son...

2009-02-14T18:54:00.001-08:00

...I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one (hit me)

Ok, man...

2009-02-12T18:34:00.001-08:00

It goes without saying that Ravi Shankar is a living legend. Even white rural 15-year old girls such as my former self can discover and appreciate what he did (at first via The Beatles, then with further research) for the western intoroduction to East Indian Music. Actually, I believe he was an important for-runner in the world music movement. It is up to you to praise him or blame him (haha)

Anyway. The point of THIS little blog here is the following:

WHO THE FUCK LET RAVI SHANKAR DO A PHOTO SHOOT AT WAL MART??

Is this not just the most unsettling thing you've ever seen?? Who?? You are Ravi Shankar. If you're broke, ask your daughter Boring Jones to lend you some dough to hire at least a part time professional. Though, at the same time, I am so glad this image exists, as it really is... *awesome*.

The song is mediocre but...

2009-02-09T20:08:00.000-08:00

This is one of the most visually pleasing things I have seen this year thus far, it reminds me of home video footage my mom has of herself and her family filmed when she was a youngblood. I guess it would have been 1960s... Makes me want to live in a Da Vinci painting.

Ladytron- Tomorrow

Twin Peaks

2009-02-08T16:58:00.000-08:00

Angelo Badalamenti is my hero. Way to please a synesthete.

Seasoning

2009-02-06T18:03:00.000-08:00

Today as I walked by some apples while grocery shopping, I thought to myself "of course these apples are cheap it's apple season (autumn)". I then thought of the colour orange and assumed I was right, it was autumn. After 5 seconds, I realized it was, in fact, winter nearing spring. Not fall, turns out... This happens to me every few days, I forget which season it is.
Perhaps its Vancouver's temperate climate, or maybe I've been hooked on the ganja a wee bit too heavily, howeva, this is a strange feeling and I'd like it to go away. Is there a word for this?????

Gerry, come home!

2009-02-05T14:22:00.001-08:00

GERRY RAFFERTY WHERE ARE YOU???

Clubfoot

2009-02-03T10:22:00.000-08:00

My neighbor upstairs has feet made of anvils

My neighbor upstairs is practicing for the Olympics in long, triple and high jump with his feet made of anvils.

My neighbor upstairs is never satisfied with his decor or furniture arrangement and must change them once every 10 minutes, this is part of his Olympic training as his feet are so heavy it makes him develop massive muscles and gives him an advantage.

My neighbor upstairs is deaf and must play his music so loud it vibrates so he can "feel" the music, like a modern day Beethoven, if you will. In order to train for the Olympics with such heavy extremities he must play this at all hours of the day to give him energy.

My neighbor upstairs doesn't like it when I play my guitar at 6am, or 6pm really, it distracts from his elaborate way of moving furniture around his training equipment which require the concentration of a saint, and ABSOLUTE silence.

My neighbor upstairs is most likely a man, women don't have anvil feet or the strength to move couches made of solid lead.

My neighbor upstairs will occasionally have sex 3 times in a row at 2 am. Having such heavy feet makes the bed undergo serious stress and I'm concerned it will one day grind through the roof and fall on me.

Man of the Month

2009-02-02T19:03:00.001-08:00

Australia Day

2009-01-26T20:06:00.000-08:00

Planet Earth is my favorite thing to watch when I feel lost or lonely or any residual teen angst.

One of my favorite reasons for this is the epiphany I had once while observing a satellite view of earth, a "zoom out" from planet to space-eye view. We are all tiny, meaningless specs on a larger spec in a spec of a universe. Every little bit if drama we've had in our lives has already happened to someone 100 years ago and will happen again 100 years from now to someone not unlike ourselves. We just are. And we all exist on the same planet. We are all one "species". Oh man I am such a genius. No one has ever thought of that before. Ever.

I should NOT blog stoned.

The Old Grey Whistle Test

2009-01-23T18:53:00.000-08:00

My mom got me a DVD of the Old Grey Whistle Test many years ago, and as time go by I slowly start to love and appreciate more of the artists they had on the program. One of which is the New York Dolls. I am watching their performance right now, which reminded me of one of the worst days of my life. Sitting on a hotel bed, New Years Eve, half drunk on red wine watching Much More Retro. Who comes on? Buster Poindexter. Hot Hot Hot. I say: "fuck I hate this song" and my friend Travis says "Can you believe that's David Johansen?"
I then proceed to die twice inside and shed a little tear; how could I not have known this? I guess I'm grateful, as I had already enjoyed years of the Doll's music without this HEAVY BURDEN. Still... The song "Personality Crisis" has been given a whole new meaning.

Also, lets just take a moment to worship Brian Eno. Look at this performance. LOOK AT ENO. Just look at him. I wish I was a man so I could dress like a woman.

Incaresting...

2009-01-18T22:58:00.000-08:00

In an act of curious vanity, I decided to type in my old band name into a search engine of a particular website. I will not list either as I don't want anyone else to do the same. As you all know I like to bury these types of things. God knows why.

Anyway... The article that came up from this particular "browse" was an article about how my old band did a commercial for a contact lens company, and were therefore selling out. This is true, FYI. We did, and it was selling out (or cashing in, you take your pick) and it was quite a long time ago.

It made me ponder the classic moral debate again: does it really matter if musicians sell their music to corporations anymore? At the time when we did I was incredibly embarrassed and NOT into it whatsoever. I even acted like a little jerk whilst filming the whole thing: "don't put me in the scene" "I only wear black" HOWEVER I didn't flinch when they offered the handsome price and booked our tickets to LA FIRST CLASS. Yeah, I'm a sucker for luxury.

Now, this decision was not based purely on the idea of luxury and "bonus cash". This was indeed, out of necessity. Our label spent ridiculous amounts of money on videos, photo shoots, FAT CAMP (no joke) and various weight loss programs, but didn't offer us fuck-all for tour support. When you are an actual touring band, this is a problem. Especially when you are too young and too busy to have a real job. Therefore the bones we made from "selling out" we used for touring. We spent every dime on it. Does this make us shitty? Who cares, honestly, don't even answer that in your head because it really doesn't matter anymore. But really... Does this debate still exist?

Maybe my passiveness is because A. I'm a very passive person or B. because I have not been exposed to this kind of reality for a few years. What I do know now, is that if a contact lens commercial asked me to use my song again I would reluctantly say YES, but if McDonald's did the same, I'd honestly probably say NO, as I'm a vegetarian with a guilt complex. I guess it's all relative...

PS- do athletes face the same type of thing? does the athletic world have a "selling out" boundary?

PPS- did anyone else get teary eyed at the inaugural ball? ooooh shit beyonceeeee

Things I like :

2009-01-16T23:17:00.000-08:00

1. How in about a week, or maybe a month? I will be so sick of blogging and will never update this thing ever again! hahahaah

2. Ukuleles

3. Anything 1950's Hawaii

4. Anything Elvis

5. Realizing this is a wee bit of a cliche

6. Enjoying that, because it allows me to find fun youtube videos and pictures of Elvis in Hawaii playing a ukulele in the 1950's (Blue Hawaii, in other words)

7. Staying at home on a Friday night to blog about how much I like Blue Hawaii

8. Finishing writing a song, then realizing I haven't done anything but creatch in front of my computer for the past 5 hours. I have no feeling in my ass.

9. Hearing "Baker Street" come up on my itunes shuffle. Great!

10. Ending with an even number. Always.

JIMMY! AJA!

2009-01-15T10:47:00.001-08:00

Just wanted to go ahead and throw this out there:

Jimmy Cliff you are my true love.

The soundtrack for this movie is mind-blowing, FYI. I don't care if you don't like reggae, this is classic pop writing.

Spawned by a recent convo with my friend Olivia about deceased-under 35 artists, I thought to myself shit, I wonder if Mr. Cliff is still kicking it? So I went to youtube, obviously, then wikipedia. I found this:

And this
Jimmy Cliff OM (born James Chambers, 1 April 1948, Somerton District, St. James, Jamaica[1]) is a Jamaican ska and reggae musician

Emphasis on "is". Then I also remembered his version of No Woman No Cry with Erykah Badu I had on a mix tape from a recent year. Yeah, thats right. This mix tape also included the likes of Teenage Fanclub, Elvis Costello and Phil Collins. My point was to praise Mr. Cliff with his versatile songwriting that can hold its own with the likes of 90s pop grunge, 70s "spunk" and fuckin' Phil over there, but of course that song was written by Bob Marley, so this paragraph = FAIL.

I will now attempt to learn Sitting in Limbo on ukulele for the next few hours.

Sitar Music

2009-01-13T15:43:00.001-08:00

I feel old today.

Coldplay

2009-01-12T08:12:00.000-08:00

I can't believe I'm writing a blog right now, I should have never started this!

Anyway, all I can think about is how I REALLY dislike Coldplay. I usually just don't have an opinion on music that doesn't appeal to me, or I just shrug and say "hmm, nope" but I just can't get over this feeling. I hate Coldplay.

Maybe it was because of the latest issue of Q magazine, where they portray Chris Martin like some kind of tortured saint-like creature, or maybe its because their music makes me feel like I have low blood sugar... Also, their music is very blue, yellow and grey to me. I am a synesthete so don't brush this off as hippie bullshit, even if it is! BUT, blue, yellow and grey music just doesn't generally appeal to me. Its like the band POD. Same colours. Or Huey Lewis and the News. DO NOT WANT.

It's nothing personal against the members of Coldplay. I'm sure they are very happy in their London flats with their macrobiotic wives and Rolls Royce's, and good for them. If I could ever acheive that level of comfort and success from writing my stupid songs then GREAT. Erase this blog. Cheers to you, middle-of-the-road-songwriting. Anyway. I'm really not one to talk, but I just spent 5 minutes on this so fuck it! And fuck you too Coldplay!

1982

2009-01-08T00:13:00.000-08:00

Every now and then, someone in a group of friends will remember how awesome this song is.

I come back to it every 5 months or so, from hearing it at a cafe, or in a store, and getting really excited with nostalgic energy. My favorite thing about this song is naturally the video. Seriously, what the FUCK, where are these creatures from? A hidden forest in medieval Norway? Abba's feudal retreat? Whaaaaaa!
Look at those stiff movements! That weird clock move thing they do with their arms?!?!
Now my favorite part of the video is where that lady pops up out of nowhere and says something incomprehensible. Bonsee? No one knows!

Meet you all the way

2009-01-08T00:01:00.000-08:00

There is NOTHING that isn't HILARIOUS about this video

1. the bass player
2. the bass player's bass
3. the sound of the bass
4. the bass player's shades
5. how it goes from the semi-good looking one singing to the grosso with the ron jeremy stach'
6. West side story much? studio musicians vs. studio dancers
7. THE LADY. Her 80's legs and her 80's moves. and the dress... oh the dress...
8. the HORN SECTION
9. the overproduction
10. THE KEYBOARD SOLO

Everytime I listen to this song I lose my mind. I hate the idea of Toto. Stupid LA studio musicians putting together a "super group" writing intricate, unnecessarily complicated songs about Rosanna Arquette, and hiring the lamest bass player they could find. Having said this, I love this song, AND, Africa is one of my all time favorite's.

I'll take Toto over Coldplay any day, thanks.

Le raisins

2009-01-06T13:30:00.000-08:00

Most people crave fries and eggs and lard when they are hungover. I crave grapes. Is that weird?

Blogs are fun!

2009-01-05T19:36:00.000-08:00

It's like having a real cool time without worrying about the person you are talking to getting bored or annoyed about my pointless conversations!

Last night I had a dream that I was in a BATTLE with Che Guevara. Jack Nicholson was my Dad, and also the battle leader. Benicio Del Toro was Che, obviously. The reason for this is because I watched Mars Attacks yesterday (with Jack) and Slumdog Millionaire later, which had a preview for the upcoming movie about Che, starring BENICIO. Is that how you spell his name?

So Jack was leading us, my family, against Che and his rebel warriors, in the jungles of South America. We all lived in trailers, and could only travel by weird bungee tree rope pulley things. In the end, we WON THE BATTLE because my dad, Jack, and Che (Benicio) played a game of Russian Roulette, and Jack shot Che in the eye, which then dissolved. This is influenced by a scene in Slumdog Millionaire, FYI, which you all should see (both of you). Speaking of brutality in India, read A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. Intense.

This is probably the most detail I have ever summoned from my brain about a dream. I can only vividly remember 2 other dreams in my life. One was me on a beach, inhabiting the body of a clamshell. A little boy then kicked me and my fellow clamshells up into the air, and I could see the entire tropical landscape beneath me as I began to fall what felt like hundreds of meters. I woke before I hit the ground, typical... From this point on I was (and am) convinced I was a clam in my past life. The other was a friend asking me for the time, and me looking up at the sun as a joke (who actaully knows how to tell time by the sun?? Clint Eastwood?) and the SUN WAS A CLOCK. Woke up laughing.

Bye.

Old and Gold.

2009-01-03T10:59:00.000-08:00

Remember myspace? I use to blog the shit out of myspace. This is an old post from 06' I thought was still relevant.

895689
Current mood: sick
Category: Food and Restaurants

I hate these words:

Potential

Edgy

Vibe

Fresh

UPDATE: I also hate the words "Gifted" and "Optimal"

UPDATE #2: Vancouverite. worst ever

UPDATE #3: "Coping"- brought on by the recent boil water advisory in Vancouver. Everyone is "trying to cope". Who cares?

UPDATE #4: The term "Rock chick", or just "rock" in general.

UPDATE #5: presumably. i dont care if i spelled that wrong.

I especially hate edgy, because I have no idea what it means.

Currently listening:
Sound Affects
By The Jam
Release date: 09 August, 2004

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Haha! Now to ad something to this so it's not completely stale, here are some lyrics I feel equally shitty about:

"Falling from grace"
"...on the shelf" (usually referring to a heart, or emotion or whatevs, commonly found in sensitive indie music)
"21st century ___" unless you are T-Rex.
SONGS ABOUT BEING ON THE ROAD.

Keep in mind it's 11am and I just woke up. I'm not in a bad mood, I think negativity is hilarious!

Yep

2008-12-24T22:51:00.000-08:00

Sweet Sixteen

2008-12-23T20:02:00.001-08:00

Normally the ferry from Van 2 Vic is 1.5 hours of gravy-scented-polar-fleece-wearing hell, however yesterday I had quite a nice time.
First of all, got a sweet window seat. 10 points. Then, ran into a friend of mine from Vancouver, also on his way home for Christmas. We talked about 60's and 70's radio gems (my favorite thing) ukulele's and how there is nothing worse than being bored, even if it means you exhaust yourself by playing in 39 000 bands. 26 points.
After he left, a boy, at this point ageless to me, in a cool dude leather jacket and headphones sits down besides me and inquires about my book (A Moveable Feast by Hemmingway). Being in a talkative mood for once, I don't give him go-away vibes and strike a convo with him. He had a baby face and really nice skin so I assumed he was 18, maybe 19. However, this kid, after impressing me with his extensive underground musical and beat-poetry knowledge, informs me he's the big 1-6. WOW. Since when are 16 year olds so current, up to date hipsters with an opinion and cool style?
I was still in my ADIDAS-hoop earings-Incubus phase when I was that age. I'm in no way complaining right now, and i'm not going to whip out the whole "we had less technology and were therefore more creative" bullshit I HAVE heard before. I was SO excited, this kid had heard of everything from The Sunday Service (went to their show the night before), Mother Mother, various post-rock bands I can't even name because I'm not really into that sort of thing, music blogs like CBC radio 3... Seriously. This is one of the most optimistic moods I have ever been in and I owe it to this youngblood. Godspeed you young emporer, Daniel. You'll be alright.

Natalie Wood

2008-12-22T11:18:00.001-08:00

Now that I've started a blog, I've nothing to say!