2003 october 15. it was a sort of homecoming for the boys of interpol. after a long tour for their first album turn on the bright lights on matador records, (one of the best albums in 2002) they’ve graduated from selling out the smaller venues in town to taking on the medium-sized ones, including the hammerstein ballroom one sold-out wednesday night in october.
the crowd was stoked and the band’s hype had started to reach to a few uninitiated boors who pushed their way closer to the stage (although they later forgot the band’s name). as the lights dimmed, the slow haunting strum of untitled came from daniel’s guitar as backlights started to point out each of the members, all dressed impeccably in suits and ties, as though they could work for the international police organization whose name they adopted. carlos the bassist and sam the drummer, both looking like crispin glover, lay on a deep reverberating rhythm that allows the guitars and keyboards to pierce through. and then paul sings with his morrissey/ian curtis tenor that bellows more than screams.
interpol spent the next two hours playing all their songs, including some newly written ones. all the time, they bound between atmospheric dub rock to stomping arty punk. pretty much non-stop, with only minor breaks between songs to thank the audience for welcoming them back and for lighting a cigarette that would be smoked and extinguished within twenty seconds. their energy is reserved yet insistent and the crowd was sucked in easily.
opening for interpol that night were the occasion and elefant. the occasion are a quintet that specialize in a droney, eric’s trip kinda rock. although they were good, their songs sound too much alike and the tempo and beat never changed, making it feel like one short slog. elefant are a very rhythmic quartet that hold promise, but the lead singer keeps getting in the way of the songs. think of a robotic robert daltrey crossed with an ashton kutcher with posh aspirations. some of the ladies swooned, though, so maybe his charisma is cleverly masked. they sound better in the studio in my opinion. in some ways, i wish i could have waited until the 21st, when interpol played the roseland ballroom with tv on the radio opening, but realistically, every other time i’ve tried in the past to see interpol, they sold out, so i can have no regrets. the best-dressed band performing anywhere today. ask your local grownup for a demonstration.
So this is it, the 100th post on Geek.ent.
This would seem like a bigger deal if I didn’t just import 653 of my older archives from a different server… JUST FOR YOU!!!
Over the next few days I’m going to be going through my old archives, re-categorizing them, fixing up some glaringly obvious mistakes when possible (but probably not as many as I should) and fixing up the archived titles. Also I’ll be tweaking the templates and getting the archive page up and running (as currently you can only read stuff by either clicking on the category next to a post or searching) FINALLY!
Of course, these older archives belong to my previous blogs (which are still in tact by the way… though they are redundant and unnecessary and gaudy as hell at this point)
There was the original, the fame-maker, the Spider Behind My Toilet, where I waxed spastic elastic about this and that (blogging started for me upon my term of unemployment in the Spring of 2002), plus exposing my innate motherly conditions as I worried about the status of my beloved arachnid house guests (you *will* be able to find these stories under the category “spiders” once I get the archive page up, but for now, just go to the link above, as the entire saga is detailed down the sidebar).
The Spider, after much frustration and grumbling using the Blogger interface, transferred over to Movable Type. Not long after getting used to that interface (and spanning a few nasty site designs, thankfully not preserved), I volleyed for a name, and came up with Trepanning For Fun And Profit.
I decided to grab a domain with my name connected to it Gee for “G” for Graig, K.ent for Kent, my last name… hence Geek.ent. I’ve reached my hundredth post on the main blog (and there’s been 66 posts on the little sub-blog where I detail all the entertainment things I’ve watched and bought, more for my interest than you… that’s the ent.etc. thing you see kicking around the site.)
This actually makes for a total of over 800 posts sitting on this blog… 800 posts in 18 months… that’s 44 posts a month, with 1.5 posts per day average. Had I kept up my original unemployed me blogging pace, I’d likely have well over 2 posts per day.
Anyway, this carnival ride will continue, and I promise, not another site redesign/name change until post 1000.
Far be it for me to believe one of these email memes that finds its way into my inbox via one friend or another… so I’ve decided to see if I can verify the validity of these statements, instead of just assuming they’re true.
Did you know that you can tell from the skin whether a person is sexually
active or not?
1. Sex is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests find that when women make
love they produce amounts of the hormone estrogen, which makes hair shine
and skin smooth.
2. Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering dermatitis,
skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes
your skin glow.
3. Lovemaking can burn up those calories you piled on during that romantic
4. Sex is one of the safest sports you can take up. It stretches and tones
up just about every muscle in the body. It’s more enjoyable than swimming 20
laps and you don’t need special sneakers!
5. Sex is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into
the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you with a
feeling of well-being.
6. The more sex you have, the more you will be offered. The sexually active
body gives off greater quantities of chemicals called pheromones. These
subtle sex perfumes drive the opposite sex crazy!
7. Sex is the safest tranquilizer in the world. IT IS 10 TIMES MORE
EFFECTIVE THAN VALIUM.
8. Kissing each day will keep the dentist away. Kissing encourages saliva to
wash food from the teeth and lowers the level of the acid that causes decay,
preventing plaque build-up.
9. Sex actually relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release the
tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain.
10. A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Sex is a natural antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever.
According to AskMen.com and Abby’s Sexual Health (they seem to have appropriated the same list), sex can cure headaches, reduce stress, and increase blood flow. It can also burns calories and does increase testosterone and estrogen levels (in women, this protects them from heart disease). Plus, each orgasm will increase Dehydroepiandrosterone, which can boost your immune system, repair tissue, improve cognition, keep skin healthy, and even work as an anti-depressant.
According to girlposse.com and Momscape (again, same article, as seen on about 30-40 other sites) you burn the same amount of calories running 75 miles or having sex three times a day per year. Arguably it’s faster to run 75 miles, but it’s not as fun.
Also “Dr. David Weeks, a clinical neuropsychologist at Scotland’s Royal Edinburgh Hospital, conducted a study of 3,500 people ranging in age from 18 to 102. Weeks concluded that sex actually slows the aging process. ”
ABC News says that sex improves your sense of smell, reiterates that it reduces risks of heart disease, helps burn calories, reduces depression, eases pains, builds strenth agains colds and flu, umm… improves bladder control, and perhaps reduce the risk of prostate problems.
That takes care of 3,4,5,6,7 and 9.
This is one place where the original list I got through e-mail is posted.
Okay… in the end… do you really NEED all these reasons to have sex?
I thought so.
So, dead people are making more money than I am. Why doesn’t that surprise me.
Not just a little bit more, but a fuck of a lot more.
Elvis is still making 40mil a year, and Tupac is doing 12mil.
Of course, I’m reminded of a Boondocks strip in which Riley takes offence to their wimpy street name “Precious Oak” (or some such) and decides to rename it. When older brother Huey asks what he changed it to, Riley gives him a clue, “props for the dead”. Huey asks “Let me guess, Tupac Shukur?” to which Riley responds “Man, Tupac ain’t dead! Dude got a new album out every six months!”
Or something like that. I though it was funny, anywya..
I love Boondocks.
now is the coming of the rapture, yet another part of the resurgent and retro-inspired new york scene. after two intriguing ep’s and last summer’s monstrous indie-dance house of jealous lovers single, echoes finally appears, after a lengthy argument over songwriting credits and finding the right label.
the album is sequenced in way that both highlights their diversity and gives off an inconsistent mood as they hop around. this is quite common for most first albums; in a way to show off that they aren’t a one-trick pony, they compromise the overall groove. that said, the songs themselves are strong. olio starts off the album, which itself isf a previously released track, but seriously remixed. what was initially no wave now has acid house action. after that dancey start, we’re suddenly dropped into a few sombre cuts that show off their counting skills (the more no wave-y heaven) and a jazzy waltz of a ballad (open up your heart).
after that, we’re brought back onto the dance floor. i need your love has an infectious new wave groove, which leads dramatically into the coming of spring, where the bass guitar leads us into a spartan, angular dance track. there’s no polish provided and the mix is kept rough throughout, cutting into live audience screams before we dive into a slightly remixed but still sublime house of jealous lovers (with cowbell action and more counting!).
This month’s Channel 101 showcase include new episodes from:
Timebelt : This is exactly how 5-minute science fiction should be done. I think the time travel genre has reached it’s epitome in this one. This week: “Oh shit, zombies”
Computerman : Jack Black got the gay, big time, in this continuing series, now in episode 5.
Ringwald and Molly : sadly, it didn’t live on, and episode five is the last. But it’s crazy freaky puppet/cardboard animation is jaw dropping.
The Fastest Samurai in the West : it’s racist and soooo un-PC, and I hate myself for liking it. Now you fuck calm down, G.I.
Ultraforce : The second installment in this retro-80’s, post-apocalyptic future. girl-hair, guys-on-motorcycles farce. This is me giddy!
The ‘Bu is a pseudo-WB teen drama, which inexplicably gets interrupted by an annoying squirrel which tells you to put your 3-D glasses on, starring Scrubs’ Sarah Chalke.
Chan Marshall aka Cat Power’s latest album You Are Free (2003) is probably the most accessible of her six albums for those unfamilar with her work to grasp. She uses minimal production. She sings very slowly. Its within these limitations that You Are Free actually truly ROCKS. She doesn’t turn the amps up any louder or screech like the lovely Karen O. The pace of this album just seems faster than any of her other releases previously. People will probably like it more than her other albums based on that fact alone.
As a listener of all her albums I wouldn’t say that this is the best. That honour would go to 1998’s Moon Pix or 2000’s The Covers Album. This album is the most umptempo you have probably ever heard Cat Power though…and she does her version of uptempo quite well.
She can be as indecipherable as any punk rocker when they use their outside voice to get their music out. Its the intensity that she sings her slow loud songs that makes this album seem faster and harder than all the ones that came before.
She is still the same Cat Power she always was though. She has her piano and her guitar and neither is as important as her vocals and that’s probably how she meant it to be. Maybe she is a little rougher with her plink plink piano playing and strumming of the guitar. Being backed up by Eddie Vedder and Dave Groehl on a few songs neither adds or removes anything from the songs. The intensity was always there for her to rock out more. This album proves it.
I like movies. I used to love movies, but now I just like ‘em. I think my attention span is shortening ( I guess that’s why I buy more tv shows on DVD these days), or maybe I just don’t see as much quality in films as I used to. But sometimes my jaded opinion can be changed after listening to an audio commentary, and amongst those I’ve been exposed to, here’s my favorites list (which isn’t really ten, as I consolidated sometimes two, three, and even four films into one entry).
1)El Mariachi/Desperado - commentary by Robert Rodriguez
If you’ve ever wanted to make a movie or are just interested in how a film gets made, these two commentary tracks feature Robert Rodriguez, going solo, explaining how exactly each film was made for $8000 and $8000000 respectively. There is so much he wants to discuss and yet doesn’t have time for, but he fills in the time to maximum effect.
Interesting and hilarious, these ars essential listening for film students, film critics, and directors who don’t know what to do with their own audio commentary tracks.
2) Mallrats/Chasing Amy/Clerks, and to a lesser degree, Dogma - commentary by Kevin Smith, Jason Mewes, and various
Back in the mid-90’s laserdiscs started putting audio commentary tracks on as an extra incentive for this relatively primitive digital media carried over from the 80’s. The medium was really a movie-lovers medium, which naturally brought forth the idea that people would want to hear what the makers of films had to say. Of these, and there did get to be quite a few, Clerks became my favorite, as it really made the audio commentary feature into another form of entertainment in its own right. Kevin Smith and crew returned for the laserdisc of Chasing Amy, bringing stars Jason Lee and Ben Affleck in tow. This was everyone’s first exposure to the power of Affleck on-screen, and the charm of Affleck off screen. Smith, Affleck, a typically drunk or high Mewes and crew have a repartee which makes their commentary tracks feel like you’re hanging with friends. They’re very personable and welcoming, and never is it more evident than on the Mallrats commentary, which takes a less than successful film and explains why to the benefit of making the film beloved and endeared by the listener as well as filmmakers. Dogma is a bit of a hoarse, as it’s got one typically goofy commentary by cast, including many hilarious pokes at Affleck’s career and jabs at the controversy surrounding it, and another technical commentary which is interesting but made dry by producer Scott Mosier’s monotone. Skip the Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back commentary.
The comments on this Beanie Baby Ebay Auction are fucking hilarious. Go read.
Eye this week has an op-ed piece asking new Ontario premiere Dalton McGuinty to tax plastic shopping bags, citing the success such a tax had in greatly reducing that one particular waste/consumption problem in Ireland.
I’d say I’m all for it.
Back in Thunder Bay, it was hardly unusual to be walking down the street and see, one, two, or a half dozen white plastic bags with big red “S” on them (no, not the Superman emblem, but the Safeway logo ). These I coined back in ‘97 (if not before) the Thunder Bay tumbleweed.
With the introduction of the Real Canadian Superstore, there was a noticeable reduction in the TBtumbleweeds as more people started shopping there. Why was this? Well, aking to say, Price Chopper or No Frills, the Superstore also makes you pay 5cents for each plastic bag you may want. Sure it’s a nominal charge, but in considering a plastic bag costs less than 1/2 cent, it’s enough to make people balk unless they’re in genuine need of a plastic bag. More often than not, people would bring their own plastic bags, whether they were from the Superstore, A&P or Sears, no one really cares. The Superstore, in fact, tries to push other means of toting groceries, such as plastic crates that fit in the shopping cart or nylon bags. No Frills and Price Chopper go even further in providing empy shipping boxes for people to pack their groceries in.
For the record, I generally do my part, as when I shop at No Frills I usually take bags and a very large backpack with me. I also refuse bags at stores where possible (the people at the bakery next store still haven’t learned, though, that I never need a bag to carry my bread the 10 meters home). I try and say no thanks to bags for cds, dvds, comics, books, and anything else that will fit in my courier bag, spare the bag for someone who needs it.
The other thing I do is I use my grocery bags as garbage can liners. Why bother with paying for those white “kitchen catchers” when chances are you’ve already got a whole stash of bags wasting away in the closet (affectionately known as the “bag of bags”)… well I do at least. This is something my mother started doing ever since I can remeber, and eventually it caught on with the whole family, down to my grandma. I’m sure she didn’t “invent” doing this, and she definitely won’t take credit for doing so, but it could be another case of spontaneous independent innovation (that’s not the term I’m looking for, as I made it up, but there is a term for people who come up with an idea that already exists but have had no previous exposure to the idea… anyone? help?)
The bag of bags is also useful for packing material when moving, and unlike crumpled newspapers, you don’t have to flatten them out afterwards for recycling (do you actually have to flatten out the newspapers as well?).
One thing I find interesting about the on-line edition of the Eye op-ed piece is the featured sponsored links are all plastic bag printing and distribution companies. Oh, irony.
Quick question to my friends in the US. Do you still get the option of paper or plastic? We don’t in Canada, which is too bad because paper fits nicely into composting and recycling… although I distinctly remember that paper had a bitch of a time with frozen foods (especially when the condensation started).
At a used book store I found some rare copies of some old favorites… sorta
More Goon Show Scripts, written and selected by Spike Milligan gives me my first exposure to the Goon Show sketch-com which was the chief influence on Monty Python (and also starred a young Peter Sellars)
And speaking of Monty Python, I found a copy of the Brand New Monty Python Bok (which I believe is the second printing from 1974 but I’m not sure, it could be an orig printing). I was intrigued by the cover which proudly displayed three writhing nude women under the banner of “Tits’n Bums: A Weekly Look At Church Architecture”
Who could resist?
Both for under $20.
Because I have nothing better to think about in the shower:
I’ve been noticing lately that the span of time between when a film is in the theatre and when it’s released on DVD is narrowing, in some cases the DVD is out within four or five months of being on the big screen (and it’s not uncommon to see some films still playing in the rep theatres as the DVD is released).
Also, the span of time when a DVD for a movie is announced is also getting shorter, sometimes the announcement of the movie’s premier and it’s DVD release date happening at the same press conference. There are already specs for some DVDs of films that havn’t even been released yet (like Hellboy).
So as this gap shortens, are we going to see DVDs for sale at the movie theatre after the showing?
I know it’s pretty unlikely, but it could happen.
You sit down to a film on the big screen, and as the closing credits roll you walk out of the theatre to find an usher standing there with a stack of DVDs and you can take it home and watch it again.
I would have loved this with, say, the Hulk (because, you know 5 months is too long of a wait… Oct 28th, friends), or Kill Bill. And the DVD sales for the theatre would offset the loss of ticket sales (not that the theatre sees any of the sales $ anyway).
The studios could withhold the DVDs from general store release for the duration of the wide run (which usually lasts 3-4 weeks), or the theatres could give a “just watched” discount on the disks.
Or the theatre versions could be bare-bones with the special edition with all the directors-deleted-commentary-featurette-photograph-trailers and other special features coming out to the retail.
Of course, there’s so many films out there that suck ass so bad it’d probably be a money losing deal trying to sell copies of the flick to people who just paid to watch it.
I think I had the water too hot and boiled my brain.
Disregard the man behind the curtain.
I spent a good chunk of time yesterday trying to find out about the soundtrack to Tetrisphere.
Tetrisphere sounds kinda familiar, it’s kinda like Tetris, only it’s round and 3-D, and addictive as hell. It was a game I had for Nintendo 64 (remember cartridges, kids?), pretty much the only one I continued playing after two weeks of owning it (this was before I gave my gaming systems away, because, well, it’s an expensive hobby - another of which I don’t need - and it’s a complete time waster when I already waste my time enough as is).
The great thing about Tetrisphere was not just the endlessly addictive gameplay, but also an amazing elecro-techno soundtrack, which many will agree, was the best soundtrack for the N64.
It was all original stuff produced by Neil Voss, and many have decried that it should be released on CD. But it never has. Doing a google search for “Tetrisphere soundtrack” yields comments and the odd midi (poor representation of the actual sounds, like here) of the great stuff but not the music itself. I do see that some people have created homemade cds but nobody seems to be sharing.
There’s an interview with Neil Voss (part 1 and part 2) over at IGN.com and he doesn’t seem to care either way.
Also around the web:
FUNNY! (from What’s the Fuss via Migty Girl)
“Almost every mother I know with a nearly-one-year-old child has her thong in a twist about planning a birthday party for a child who absolutely could not give a shit what day it is. I know how sexist this is, but it finally took a man — one who works in the building trades, no less (i.e., a manly man) — to straighten the whole first birthday concept out for us.
It boils down to this:
(1) Get cake
(2) Place cake in front of baby
(3) Take pictures of baby flinging cake around room
Optional: Funny hats
Not optional: Margaritas for mom. And dad, I guess, since he’s paying.”
COOL! (from Mr. Waddell)
The Kill Bill Study Guide - all the inspirations for Kill Bill from a site called Hong Kong Flix
Eva shares with us Group Hug, an anonymous confessional, more on the levity side than say Masturbation Horror Stories (not shared by Eva, but by Sean, a coworker)
Speaking of Sean, he’s bound and determined on wasting my time with not one but two safety sign makers. Oh, and more blasted on-line video games
More Than Donuts parents have and interesting job (they run the National Scrabble Association and are now branching out into Monopoly tournaments)
I had another one of those tete-a-tete’s today, akin to that previous row going on earlier this month.
One of my friends at work outed herself as one of these Can-con naysayers. Her exact words at one point was “I can’t stand to watch Canadian television, it makes me sick. I feel like throwing up just seeing it.”
We spent a good deal having a row about the merits of Canadian entertainment, with her saying essentially that a Canadian artist isn’t successful unless they are a *STAR* and they’re part of the US publicity machine.
Her point, in the end, was that you can’t be a *star* unless you go to the States.
I’d have to say she’s right.
It takes the money that the American entertainment system puts into marketing and promotion to make an international celebrity. Even the British aren’t capable of making huge international stars. They can make huge stars in their own country but they don’t have the money to push their stars internationally.
She was saying that Canada doesn’t even have a system that can create stars. She’s not completely correct. We have created some celebrated figures internally (people that aren’t really well known outside of Canada)… The Tragically Hip, Peter Mansbridge, Don Cherry, Wayne & Shuster, Polka Dot Door, Mr. Dressup (actually, Ernie Coombs was an American *gasp*).
We’ve also created sensations that are still quite prominent internationally… Glenn Gould, Margaret Atwood, William Gibson, SCTV, Celine, Alanis and Shania. All of them grew from Canada, not moved to the States and became celebs. But, let’s be serious, it’s not what we’re good at.
But who wants to be a *star* anyway?
“Stars” aren’t real people. They’re modern day freaks to be gawked and stared at.
The Canadian entertainment system is still growing, and, you have to agree, it’s grown a tremendous amount over the past 15 years. Watch an episode of the Littlest Hobo, the Beachcombers, or even Degrassi Jr. High and it looks, really, like shit. If you look at, say, Ready or Not, 11th Hour or Cold Squad… well, we’re not lacking production values anymore… not totally. But we’ve still got quite a way to go before we’ve developed a system that’s self supportive. Hollywood North (Vancouver/Toronto) is helping give our industry experience and putting money in (technically, shows like Andromeda, Stargate SGI, Monk etc are actually Canadian shows… in the same respect that Lord of the Rings is an Australian film) but with the dollar rising, will we lose Hollywood North?
People who insist on comparing the Canadian entertainment industry with the US basically are doing us a disservice. It’s comparing apples and pears. Yeah, they’re both fruits, and they both grow on trees, but they’re not the same. You’ll find apples in hundreds more products but they all become pretty generic after a while, with the odd tasty apple pie. You wont find pears around in much, but when you do, it’s still got it’s integrity.
What? Yeah, it’s a dumb analogy, but seriously, the Canadian industry is better compared to Australia or France. Things are generally kept internal, and on a typically small scale. Occasionally someone busts out and makes it big, like a John Candy, Gerard Depardieu or Hugh Jackman. The odd film will resonante on an international scale, but we’ve had nothing the success of Brotherhood of the Wolf, Amelie, or Ast
art should never be afraid to get a little dirt on its hands, a bit of mud on its face, or, in this case, heaps of blood all over the floor. nothing in our world has a clean sterile existence; no matter where we go, there’s always a mess left behind.
quentin tarantino, in little over a decade, has left an indelible mark on the world of cinema. his tales of the criminal underworld and its seedy elements have left a trail of imitators, sycophants and naysayers, trying to capitalize on his knack for punchy dialogue, pop culture references and dark humour. hard to believe that he’s only directed three complete films (with sections of at least two others) and written three others.
it’s also hard to believe that it’s been six years since his last movie (the mature noir jackie brown), but during that time, quentin’s been immersing himself with his love of samurai and revenge movies, cooking up one mean mother: kill bill.
apparently, the full tale was too long for miramax to consider marketable, so the decision came to split the movie into two volumes. fortunately, the cut works as volume 1 is packed to the gills with enough blood and bedlam for one sitting.
to recap the movie in one sentence, uma thurman is the bride (aka black mamba, who seeks revenge from the leader of the assassination squad she retired from after her wedding party was massacred and she was left in a coma for four years. however, the non-linear narrative allows the story to hop around in time, allowing many threads to unravel in their own way.
I had completely put him out of my head.
The asshole from the Radiohead concert.
Who was the asshole from the Radiohead concert?
If you were there, you would know already, but if you weren’t one of the 18,000 people there, let me explain.
You know how when you’re riding your bike late at night you use one of those flashing red LED light so that you stand out to the drivers in the dark and they don’t run you over. It’s a good idea right?
Well, picture having a sport jacket with flashing LED piping around the collar and flashing LED cuffs, and a huge fucking flashing LED sign on your back spouting “FLYERMAN” in rhythm with the music. Now picture this 30 feet from the stage on the floor of the skydome while Radiohead is performing with a huge light show which isn’t being observed because some asshole has a flashing red jacket in the audience.
And he didn’t even have the decency to stand still. Nope, he moved around the crowd, occasionally whipping out a flashlight and pointing in the eyes of the crowd or up on the black ceiling, it’s dim circle oddly standing out from the various lights coming off stage.
So who the hell is this guy?
Why was he disrupting the concert?
Why was nobody stopping him?
First, he’s Flyerman.
Secondly, he’s a dink.
Thirdly, he’s probably signed some deal with someone to promote his dumbass documentary.
In some pathetic cry for attention, Mark Vistorino, aka Flyerman, has I guess decided it’s his mission to annoy as many damn people as he possibly can, including the 18,000 people last night, and probably the band.
Seriously dude, if you’re craving acceptance, annoying the piss out of people who shelled out 50+ dollars to see a band perform is not the way to make nice nice.
But I guess it’s not nice nice you’re looking for, just attention. And here I am blogging about you and linking to your goddamn website. Happy now? I’ll probably even wind up watching your film, maybe even sympathising, potentially even liking you. Asshole.
I don’t feel like doing a full-on review of the Radiohead concert at the Skydome last night, but I do feel like making a few points about it:
1. Gale force winds
Amidst the fury of the strongest non-hurricane winds this side of Halifax (it took lives in NYC), I met Jeremy and Josie half an hour late, as I was waiting for them at the wrong fountain at Yonge and Wellington. Oops.
After waffles at March
1)scanner : lauwarm instrumentals
2)amon tobin : 4 Ton Mantis ep