Rilo Kiley eats ass. That is all.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
things i hate today Vol. 2
It's back!
1. Bugs. Lately, the air has been thick with billions of tiny, black aphid like insects that fly in your mouth when you walk, land on your face and clothes and are just generally gross. This town is so low-rent that we can't even get infested by decent insects.
2. Crackheads. Look at yourself: you're living in fucking garbage, your teeth are rotted out, you piss on the street and you suck dick for drugs. What the fuck is wrong with you pieces of human shit?
3. "Fashionistas". Ponchos, pointy shoes and necktie belts: at least they're making it easy to tell which ones should be sent to the camps.
4. Fuckwits who pull "funny" faces everytime a camera comes out. You're plenty ugly as it is. Leave it.
5. Summer. This is a trend with me. I'm sick of bugs (see item #1 above), sick of shorts, and, above all sick of ballsweat. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
1. Bugs. Lately, the air has been thick with billions of tiny, black aphid like insects that fly in your mouth when you walk, land on your face and clothes and are just generally gross. This town is so low-rent that we can't even get infested by decent insects.
2. Crackheads. Look at yourself: you're living in fucking garbage, your teeth are rotted out, you piss on the street and you suck dick for drugs. What the fuck is wrong with you pieces of human shit?
3. "Fashionistas". Ponchos, pointy shoes and necktie belts: at least they're making it easy to tell which ones should be sent to the camps.
4. Fuckwits who pull "funny" faces everytime a camera comes out. You're plenty ugly as it is. Leave it.
5. Summer. This is a trend with me. I'm sick of bugs (see item #1 above), sick of shorts, and, above all sick of ballsweat. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
In medias res
"Postponed? Whaddaya mean "postponed? That's total bullshit! What, did Robert Smith run out of Black Cherry lipstick or something? Fuck!"
After 12 hours in a minivan with six other adults, finding out the raison d'etre is no longer valid is a kick in the nuts. So: fuck the Cure. Fuck Interpol and their mediocre new album and fuck the rest of the world.
The Organ are one of the most boring live bands in the world, especially the guitarist who stood stock still for their entire set at Mesaluna (are all Latin bars obligated by law to have that name?). The bass player was wearing a garish-looking trucker cap, so mor epoints off for that. Typical Canadians, I suppose: any chance of widespread success they might have will be tempered by their total lack of prescence.
After 12 hours in a minivan with six other adults, finding out the raison d'etre is no longer valid is a kick in the nuts. So: fuck the Cure. Fuck Interpol and their mediocre new album and fuck the rest of the world.
The Organ are one of the most boring live bands in the world, especially the guitarist who stood stock still for their entire set at Mesaluna (are all Latin bars obligated by law to have that name?). The bass player was wearing a garish-looking trucker cap, so mor epoints off for that. Typical Canadians, I suppose: any chance of widespread success they might have will be tempered by their total lack of prescence.
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Gone for now
I am off for five days to the coast, with the ultimate destination being the Curiosa Festival in Washington. Till next time, stay loose.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
They'll never get it out of me.
The Globe and Mail is the latest newspaper to require cumbersome registration before you can view their precious online content. If the Guardian goes next, harsh words will be muttered.
I'm kicking it bachelor-style this week, which, unfortunately, coincides with a serious lack of available funds. Dammit.
I'm kicking it bachelor-style this week, which, unfortunately, coincides with a serious lack of available funds. Dammit.
Friday, August 06, 2004
Party on down
DIETZCHE V. & THE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN! TWO SHOWS!
Friday (today), August 6 @ Seedy's
Saturday, August 7 @ Studio E (wherever the fuck that is)
Friday (today), August 6 @ Seedy's
Saturday, August 7 @ Studio E (wherever the fuck that is)
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Take off that stoopid fucking headband.
Interesting Edmonton fact: local bands are guaranteed a minimum of three and a half stars from the local hacks. F'r instance, a local ska/punk band (who shall remain nameless here) just released their first full-length, which nabbed five stars out of five from one of the local weekly entertainment rags. A perfect score. Now, call be a purist, but I always felt perfect scores were reserved for the kind of albums that push the musical envelope or redefine genres. Classic albums, like "Revolver" or "Exile..." or "OK Computer". Shit like that that people will still be listening to 10, 20 years down the road. And I can't attest to the quality of the release in question, but it doesn't take a genius to see that there's no fucking way this local ska troupe has crafted a Edmonton "London Calling". This has happened before.
The problem is, all the music writers in town are either friends with/fucking the bands they're writing about, or are in bands themselves and don't want to piss anyone off. So the whole "scene" turns into one gigantic circle jerk. I'm sure that's the way it is everywhere, but it's so much more pronounced in a small town like this. Ugh.
The problem is, all the music writers in town are either friends with/fucking the bands they're writing about, or are in bands themselves and don't want to piss anyone off. So the whole "scene" turns into one gigantic circle jerk. I'm sure that's the way it is everywhere, but it's so much more pronounced in a small town like this. Ugh.
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