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Thursday, April 28, 2005

musttyperapidly...

Goddammmit... I'm trapped in school everyday this week, for 8 hours a day, with minimal web access this week. Yes, I realize that being trapped somewhere (ie. an office) for 8 hours a day in the real world is pretty standard, but when no one's paying you a salary in exchange for your time, things become pretty infuriating.

The point of all this is that updates will be far and few this week (obviously), I'll hopefully get the ULTIMATENYCPARTYVACATION pics and (gasp!) a new mixtape up over the weekend.

In the interm I suggest you head over to Cord Mag, and check out Andy's interview feature with rock darlings de jour, Louis XIV. What makes this piece extra pleasing is the fact that she didn't actually interview them, per se, but rather played a verbal game of Choose Your Own Adventure. I suspect that beer was heavily involved. Either way, check it.

elsewhere

24-isms | pinder saw weezer | mr sparklepants is glorious

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Sunday, April 24, 2005

New York was BONKERS. ~~Best Passover. Ever.~~ A very big than you to Sock for showing me the town... we kinda went overboard and attempted to be the kings of the east village. I doubt we accomplished our mission, but it was a hell of an adventure trying. So effing fun.

Things are blurry, but we took about 200 photos over the weekend. Meaning a photo journal or a photo gallery will be posted on this here interwebsite asap. But these things take forever, and I especially am slow.

Now, I have to hop on a plane back home. I'll be arriving at my house around 3:30am... and am required to be at school for 8am. This won't be painful in the slightest.

elsewhere

hotter is the most winningest

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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

outtie5-50... [UPDATED]

Front page updates will be far and few for the remainder of the week as my ass is off to New York to visit Sock.

This is my first trip to New York, I'm sure I'll come home and blog the crap out of the trip using a bunch of superlatives to describe everything. Lots of people (i.e. fellow tourists) are telling me to do bunch of stuff like see a Broadway show or explore the museums, but to be honest with you all I want to do is spike my hair up extra ~~tall~~ dumb, throw on my iPod, drink beers, and try to blend in with the local hipsters in Sock's neighborhood. Yeah... laugh all you want, but remember that it's me who gets to go on the vacation and you're the one who gets to read about it while at your office.

Either way, see you next week. Enjoy the weekend, yo.

UPDATE from NYC: pics starting to float up on buzznet.

elsewhere (uhhh... in NYC)

gothamist | gawker | blacktable

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Sunday, April 17, 2005

If there’s one thing I’ve learned after all these years, it’s that getting up at 5am to go snowboarding is no effing good for your constitution. The one thing I’ve learned this weekend, is that getting up at 5am to go snowboarding only to find the highways closed an hour into your journey is teh worst. Ever. After writing off Saturday as a dry run, me and the Tk actually made it to WhisterBlackcomb on Sunday for the last day of the regular season.

There’s something bizarro about snowboarding this late in the year. What’s even more bizarre was the fact that late April boarding yielded the best conditions I’ve experienced in my life. And I’m saying this without hyperbole (and am repressing the couple of 15 minute periods where the sun went away and the visibility was totally zero). After years of boarding, I’ve finally experienced snow conditions where my board would do the thinking for me, and I was able to fly down the hill faster and in more control than normal. Mmmmmmm nature, Goulet.

Also, when we were done the day, we went down to the village, and stumbled across an outdoor concert with an audience of about 500 people - Xavier Rudd was the headliner. Nice. The local backpacker hippies ate up the didgeridoo... and danced around in the slush / mud. Bless.

And now… if you need me, I’ll be doing it up après-ski style, in my ~~Jacuzzi~~ broken-ass bathtub.

elsewhere

streaming stand-up comedy | buy me this, immediately

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Thursday, April 14, 2005

gigage...

If your in vancouver and looking to have a more mellow weekend than I had last weekend, I'm highly recommending that you head over to the media club on saturday night to check out electro-whatever-darling, The Album Leaf (a vanmega favorite). Local shoe-gazers, Hinterland - who Me and Tk interviewed last week for Cord Mag - are opening up.

Word on the street is that the show will sell right the hell out. Get on it. Tickets at Zulu etc, mp3's - of course - are right here:

The Album Leaf - Over The Pond [mp3]

The Album Leaf - On Your Way [mp3]

See you there?

elsewhere

opendir | vancouver_indie | are you an indie-yuppie?

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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

goddammit...

booooooooo, etc.

It has recently come to my attention that in the movie Napoleon Dynamite the character of Summer Wheatly is played by Haylie Duff... who just happens to be Hillary Duff's sister.

This changes everything.

elsewhere

24 predictions regarding 24 | N64p | butts!!!

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Monday, April 11, 2005

This is not a review of the Louis XIV / Futureheads / Hot Hot Heat show, which went down on Saturday at the Commodore Ballroom...

Wendy, bless her cotton socks, flew into town and I some how convinced her to come out to a rawk show on a Saturday night. We all went out for dinner before hand, and I swear I heard someone in the group state that "tonight, every drink we drink will be a double", and I stuck to that mantra like a rep working on commission for Absolut, dammit. Too bad nobody else did. Either way, things got sloppy shortly after that and bonkers by the time the first band hit the stage... which kinda explains why everyone was looking at me funny all night.

As far as the various bands' performance goes: I didn't pay any attention to Louis XIV. Hot Hot Heat - despite putting outta totally unfun new album - managed to be fun and wonderfully danceable. The Futureheads were, obviously, scrumtulesent as previously reported by me here and here and as interviewed by me here and here. This time round we were second row, and I screamed / sang along to the *entire* performance (remember: vodka) whilst gleefully jumping about... this was completely pleasing as far as I was concerned, and mildly irritating for everyone else who wasn't in an English-soccer-hooligan-esque state of bliss I'd suppose (remember: doubles).

And that's about all I can tell you. Seriously. The rest is blurry. Nice work, me. Real classy.

elsewhere

the uninformed guide to gambling | fetus spears has a blog

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Thursday, April 07, 2005

I'm supposed to be on vacation right now. I'm supposed to be away from my computer-a-ma-tron... and deadlines... and deliverables. For a guy who's supposed to be all martinis and mall openings, I'm way too busy. Yes, I realize I'm bitching and/or moaning, and/or whining. But hey, what are you gonna do... start your own blog, I doubts it? Anyhoots... I have a couple of quick thoughts/comments, neither of which have anything to do with my excessive use of the slash/mark thingy in recient posts. Here are my little jewels k-nowledge:

- I have found my new reason to live... assuming my reason to live was based in the realm of 3rd tier cable. Dance 360. Is you(s) kidding(s) me?!?? It's basically a silly ass, well lit, dance off between suburbanite kids who took ballet for at minimum of a decade, and urban kids who've watched a bit too much VH1 (circa 1993). They basically have a battle royale of dance offs, and the whole time the crowd chants crap like "tag 'em in" and "whomp, there it is". Last night I watched a wigger named tigger (Seriously) and some pasty formal dance-broad go toe to toe (a la Save The Last Dance), and it was BEAUTIMOUS!!! The whole format is tacky and wonderful. If this came out when I was in the 9th grade, I would have dropped out of school and taken this up as my reason to live. I'm just sayin'.

Unrelated: This weekend, Tk, Wend, and Rob 2 are having a dance off. Saturday. Noon. My place. Be there.

- I have also finally bought into the Bloc Party bandwagon. Yes, yes, I understand that the British invasion is coming (for the 90th time), but these kids are kinda nice. No, not for the angular guitar, no, no for the cutting vocals. These kids own strictly for the percussion. Who(m) ever is drumming for these boys is tearing stuff up. Don't believe? Sample this:

Bloc Party - Like Eating Glass [mp3]

That track is so spastic yet catchy that I actually couldn’t get it outta my head whilst chilling (vacation style) doing yoga (stop laughing, dinks). Whord.

elsewhere

peroxide comics | cord mag | this is dave's wet dream

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Monday, April 04, 2005

72 hours in calgary...

I finally saw my first LeftNutt live show this weekend... and holy crap that shit was good. The boys kicked out their own unique blend of crotch-rock jams, and lit up the tiny little Night Gallery venue. Some say it was the most rocking-est show to hit Calgary since the Motley Crew reunion tour.

Shit was blissfully bonkers... while the entire crowd was drunk and ~~slobbering~~ sloppy, the band was incredibly tight and polished. We’re talking arena-rock stylings here kids. The LeftNutt boys are gonna have to come to terms with the fact that their self-proclaimed status of "Edmonton’s worst band" isn’t really holding up anymore. They’re kinda good, kinda exciting... with the kinda stage presence that "real bands" (oh you know the type... the guys who consider their music "art" which is to be taken very seriously at all times, cite clichéd influences of stuff like The Doors and Nirvana, and 'Goddammit, are gonna "make it" one day') only wish they could muster up. If there ever was an example of a bunch of young guys beating the system and quasi-living the rock and roll dream, this is it.

Other fun facts from the weekend:

- I dropped an entire tray of Jager shots on my jeans. I then tried to walk it off "like it ain’t no thang". It didn’t work.

- The lead singer from one of the other bands performing that night was a character in the movie, Fubar.

- Gong's small town, accountant, older brother knew an amazingly large amount of LeftNutt lyrics [mp3] and was not afraid to scream them at the top of his lungs... to anyone who’d listen. So classic.

elsewhere

the low culture guide to shaving | music from the family guy

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