I havent blogged for a bit, but then again, i haven't really cared to. it seems that these minutes of typing are doomed to stay unread besides my own proofreading, but the same can be said about the black book that i so much love, so i said fuck it.
my book is becoming more words and phrases than drawings and funny shit, so i think i'll keep the journal-y entries to the blog, and i'll throw in a page or two from the book.
i went to see tegan and sara and broken social scene on the 6th, that was a toally awesome show. i was pretty much indifferent to tegan and sara, i spose i just don't get it. but i did notice how fuckin small they were. when a parlour guitar is bigger than your torso, that is small.
on a side note, 1 of 2 friends i met at the concert LEFT BEFORE BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE. this is a load of bullshit. i wish i knew he left for more than just a piss, then i could have snaked his bitchin seat on the lower balcony instead of being 4 rows shy of the back wall with all the other peons, and
i could have chilled with the one friend who actually has a taste in music.*broken social scene was fucking dope. they started the show in a really neat way, they started playing an instrumental song ive never heard before the lights started to dim, and they all kind of casually walked in before blowing the roof of the place with some bodacious tunes. i wanted them to open with "Farewell to the Pressure Kids", but this opener was equally was impressive ( i got my wish about 3-4 songs in.)
one of the dudes in the band whose name constantly escapes me (he plays a wicked orange danelectro) has this thing called the happiness project, which is like music using people's speech and mannerisms. he presented it with this interview of a really intresting older foreign person, then they played it over again with a guy on a tenor sax, playing with the same cadence and tone and whatnot as this stange person. sounds cool, right?
well some really cool girl 2 seats over from me wasn't getting it, and wanted everyone around her to know this. my homeboy carson was closer to her, and he suggested that she wait for the sax part. she was up in his grill about how he would know, and he said he heard it on the guy's myspace page. she responded (while adorned with retro red lipstick and thickrimmed glasses) with something to the effect of
"oh. myspace. thats really indie of you". this is when i had to do something, so i threw chivalry to the wind and suggested that she shut the fuck up. it worked cause she didn't seem to have a good time for the rest of the show and i was rocking out in my chair the rest of the show. people of her ilk can really make life a pain in the ass, but bands like Broken Social Scene cancel out their bad vibes like the dickens.
* and i'm talking an uncanny taste in music,
not to mention our mutual sense of humour, similar black books of consciousness and tendencies to think and say the exact same thing about really funny/strange situations that no one else would find funny or strange. come to think of it, there is no one else that have met in vancouver who shares more in common with me than her.
