Our dirt bikes bring all the boys to the yard. Damn right, they're better than yours.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

failure!

Okay, well, even though the music links seemed to work just fine when I tried them elsewhere, for some reason they totally break when you click on them through blogger (at least for me; I can only assume it's the same for you).

So what I might try is just giving you all my briefcase address right now and you can go check out the tracks yourselves over there. I'll add this to the top of the links section on the right so we don't have to go searching for it. If this even works, of course. I'll try to work out a system where which songs I've uploaded on which day will be more obvious (maybe date-naming the folder the tunes are in). But yeah. Give this a try, let me know if it works for everyone, and hey, post some comments. "Wicked."

***LATE EDIT***

Okay, none of this shit is working. Turns out no one is allowed to see your files in Briefcase unless they're photos. Anybody have any suggestions?

Sup, tardlings?

Hey, sorry I haven't posted in a while, everybody. I'm sure that not hearing about my awesome, fast-paced lifestyle was tearing you apart inside and all, but hey. I walk my own road, fuckfaces. And that road is called "Destiny."

So what's been going on... just finished my first week as Vue's Managing Editor; turns out it's a fuck of a lot more difficult and thankless than I had hoped, and it's making me yearn for the days when I was merely a news editor, working three days a week and having all the time in the world. But now I get paid more, and as much as I think this job is going to make me go crazy, I've got debt to pay down and shit to save up for. So hey, whaddaya going to do? Well, I've been thinking about that a lot lately: what am I going to do when Vue finally succeeds to driving my nuts? Or what's Vue going to do, even? So I think about that for a while, then I shrug my shoulders and go back to sitting around like a goon waiting for whichever asshole deliquent Vue contributor has decided they feel like getting their story in two days late. You know, because all they want is our money, and they could care less whether or not they're totally fucking up our schedule.

But I'm not getting into that. On the bright side of things, I'll have a few stories in other publications come August; I wrote a Tower of London travel piece for Dave's horror mag, Rue Morgue, so you should all check that shit out--I'm really proud of it, actually. And I'll also have a couple of prominently featured reviews in the August issue of Exclaim!--one of The Fever show that was at New City back at the end of June, and one of the new Whitey Houston record that also includes a little three-part Q&A with Lyle. So yeah, pretty hot--and they seem to be liking my stuff so far, as James the Editor-in-Chief just asked me to become a more regular music reviewer for them. They don't pay for straight-up CD reviews, sadly, but it's a good foot in the door, I'm thinking. And I should be doing a few more gig reviews in September as well. Yay! I'm movin' on up, in a very lateral sort of way!

Also cool, I think I've figured out how to post some tunes on this thing; I have to route things through Yahoo Briefcase for hosting purposes, but it looks like I can link songs straight from here, which is neat. I'm going to try and post some music more regularly, as I keep spewing about bands to people without ever trying to give anyone any evidence to support my claims. So if you guys could let me know if this system is letting you access these songs (and if there's a better way, I'm all ears), that'd be great. Also, it'd be cool to hear what you folks think of each of these tracks.

So here we go! First up we've got "Won't Make It Easier" by the Ladies and Gentlemen, the lead track off his debut disc, Small Sins, which'll be out next month. I've been jizzing all over the place to anyone who will listen about this group (actually, the whole album was recorded by one guy, Toronto-based artist Thomas D'Arcy, although they're now a full-fledged band). Hopefully this track--with its soft, cantering pace, bloopy keyboards and D'Arcy's breathy, emotional vocals--explains why. D'Arcy told me in a interview I did with him that he set out to make an album you could dance to or fall asleep to. I think he nailed it.

Next up is another lead track by another totally hot Canadian group, this one called "You Are a Runner and I Am My Father's Son" by Montreal's Wolf Parade. This is off Apologies to the Queen Mary, which is due out in late September) and was produced by Modest Mouse's Isaac Brock--which you could have probably guessed on your own after hearing it. I haven't heard a lot from this band before, but this track's blend of Run Chico Run twitchiness, Modest Mouse cadence and David Bowie-esque otherworldly vocal delivery is totally haunting me. Check it.

Finally, just to prove I'm not a total musical homo, here's a fucking awesome rock 'n' roll track from a British group names Dead Fly Buchowski, called "Russian Doll." It was funny--when this disc came into the office, everyone was listening to it, but thanks to its clear Soundgarden influence and unabashed straight-ahead rockiness, none of us wanted to own up to the fact that we liked it. We've since given up the pretense, however, and the album, called Land of the Rough (no release in North America yet, but a "Russian Doll" single was released in Canada this past April), now stands as incontrovertible proof that if the Smalls had started doing what they did ten years later, they would have been as famous as they deserved to be.

Anyhow, let me know what you think, and I'll throw up some more stuff in a day or two.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Il fait chaud

Do you have any idea what 30 degrees feels like with 80 per cent humidity? Hot.

Also, you should see my hair.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Je suis fatigue

I always thought the word fatigué was hilarious when I was little, because it kind of souded like "fat and gay." Really, I still kind of do.

Anyway, sorry it's been so long since I last posted. A strange combination of not sleeping enough, going to class, taking naps, getting roped into spending hours in malls, and drinking means I haven't even checked my e-mail since Sunday. I'm also totally exhausted, if that's any kind of excuse—turns out I'm not really cut out for getting five hours of sleep night after night after night. However, this clearly isn't my fault at all, since I obviously can't reasonably be expected to give up partying just because I have class at 8:30 every day, right?

So, let's see, what's new? Well, I was getting a little frustrated earlier in the week with the people I've been hanging out with, since they're really not into partying and, well, apparently I'm a raging alcoholic (at least in comparison). This really manifested itself on Saturday, when I sat around with two other girls "talking" in our res for the entire night. This was particularly frustrating considering Sunday is the only day of the week when we're guaranteed to have nothing to do in the morning. Sunday was more of the same—I went out with the same two girls for brunch at this restaurant called Le Cochon Dingue (The Crazy Pig) in Quartier Petit Champlain (the oldest commercial district in North America!), which was actually quite good. The area was really interesting too—yet another place I need to come back to on my own when I'm not incredibly irritated at the inefficiency with which Joanna does absolutely everything (talk, walk, shop, etc). The rest of Sunday involved such exciting tasks as doing laundry and homework, and by Monday afternoon, after spending more than three hours in a mall very slowly working our way towards buying bus passes, I was feeling a tad on the murderous side. I mean, this girl is nice and everything, but holy shit. If I hear one more goddamn story about how much money your boyfriend makes, or I have to watch you very carefully examine every single item of clothing in every store in this mall that's exactly like every other mall in the country one more time, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown.

So, anyway, needless to say, I was relieved when I ran into Matt Wildcat and those other guys from the U of A and we exchanged phone numbers. Unfortunately, they really don't like Joanna either, so I was a little worried that I'd made myself into a social pariah by associating myself with her. Luckily, they called, and after a brief conversation in which we established our mutual dislike for her, a bunch of us headed into Centre Ville to check out the Festival d'Été, a big, two-week-long music festival including ZZ Top (!), Simple Plan (!), Billy Talent (!), and, more excitingly, the New York Dolls and Calexico, along with endless Francophone groups I've never heard of. The music that night was pretty terrible (blues sung, believe it or not, by a midget with one arm and one leg), so we took off after a little while and went back to Degobar, the ridiculous dance club we were at on Friday night, for a drink on the patio. This reinforced how much Edmonton sucks, as, even though it was Monday night, the club and the streets were teeming with people until at least 2:30, when we finally made it home (this was prolonged by a detour to the Plains of Abraham, which, when I discovered they were only a block away from where we were sitting, I made Matt take me to. The Plains of Abraham! Right in the middle of the city! Just outside the old walls! Cannons! Grass! Trees!). Anyway, this eventually resulted in us getting kind of lost and walking halfway back to Laval before we could find a cab to flag down. Good times.

Yesterday wasn't nearly as history nerd-tastic, unfortunately. A little bit of class, a little bit of napping, a little bit of homework, a little bit of lying to Joanna so I could go to the pub on campus (called Le Pub, originally enough) without her—the usual. The highlight was probably listening to some 18-year-old from Newfoundland screaming about how much she hated Québec and the Québecois, and how she couldn't understand why anyone bothered travelling or experiencing other cultures when they have everything they could ever possibly need or want at home in St. John's. It was funny, but incredibly depressing. Oh, and meeting two other girls from the U of A who were openly mocking me—and by "openly mocking" I mean "laughing obnoxiously in my face"—for daring to suggest that saying "Je voudrais ..." is the polite way to ask for something here (being from Edmonton, of course, they know everything there is to know about manners in Québec). Oh, and, of course, the really, really drunk, old guy who was trying to tell us about some concert he went to in the '70s, mostly by pretending he was playing the trombone.

Other than that, things are fine, except for the incredible lack of sleep. Class is going well (although it's a little easier than I'd like so far—I am here to learn something, after all), I don't want to kill Joanna quite as much as I did ... the usual. I promise I'll start posting more often soon, so keep reading and things.