With a little help from my friends…

The “After Nikki’s Non-Existent But Seemingly Apparent Car Alarm Honked 85 Times and Woke the Neighbourhood Up” Drive-Home Playlist: Guess Who – Sour Suite Crosby, Stills & Nash – Suite: Judy Blue Eyes The Beatles – Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band/With a Little Help From My Friends Nirvana – Dumb This is after my mp3 player read that its battery was full and, just moments later, decided on its own that it was empty after all. What a good bunch of songs that turned … Continue reading

85 lyrics rushing through my head that are begging to be put in my extended MSN name:

Where has my head gone You can tell them I’m coming and Hell’s coming with me There’s no room for error I love you, I love you, oh brother of mine Shock me like an electric eel Please please please God don’t be a bastard, Christ knows she deserves something nice for a change No point to this one. This is just my time-waster now that I’ve remembered it’s here. Blog while I’m alive, live when I’m dead. Or something like that. Share the post … Continue reading

Electric Feel

Why do I not like sleep at night, but I love it so come morning? I’m tired as all shit, but I just won’t go down. Why don’t I think this much during the daytime? It certainly would help a lot of things. This is a good’un (I didn’t pay attention to the video, I’ll be honest). It was track #11 on ‘Economics is a Drag’ Mix ’08 as compiled by Ellie. That girl was fun. Share the post “Electric Feel” FacebookXShare… Continue reading

Things just keep getting weirder and weirder and now Christmas is for shopping and the Shopping God is everything.

I was never a Pearl Jam fan. I’m not anti-Pearl Jam, they’re just not that great as far as I’m concerned. Regardless, having heard a band cover them at a bar, the outro to ‘Black’ has been in my head for days. Maybe it’s just winter setting in, but this has been a very ass-backwards week for no reason in particular. The cold is disorienting, all of a sudden, and the constant ceiling of grey nothingness is overbearing and unwelcome and making me speak in … Continue reading

Rather shoot myself in the foot.

Dan and I came up with the very feasible idea of writing Joel Plaskett a letter asking him to perform in my backyard (should I ever get one) and sweetening the deal by inserting a “fiver” into the envelope. You’re invited, should this idea ever come to pass. I really like this “not being in school” part of my life. I could start to get used to it. And maybe I will, after next semester finishes. I’d like to never be in school again. Of … Continue reading

There’s a man waiting to take me to something that I’m ‘for’

Karl has convinced me that Live At Massey Hall is worth picking up. How? “Champions of Nothing” live, on loop, for 30 minutes. (That’s only the song’s elapsed play three times over, by the way, so it’s not that much.) Sure why not. Actually, it’s going on the Christmas List. I’ve spent enough money in the past 5 days or so. I should’ve started making this list 6 days ago. Don Rickles has made the Shit List as of tonight. That makes me sad because … Continue reading

Panic

Whenever people meet me, and subsequently meet my blog, they try blogging. It’s this thing they do. And no one ever has the staying power. And lately, I, too, am losing my lustre. When life gets happy, the stories, they get boring. But worry not, kids. I’ll be back in school in just two short months, and as such, I’ll be as miserable and tormented as ever before! There are people who blog about 80x a week, out there. Why do people want to read … Continue reading

Willy-Nilly

I’ve been stupid for a long time. There’s no denying that. For a long time I thought it was due to secondhand (and once, firsthand) inhalation of pot smoke. I thought it might have instilled in me whatever the young person’s version of Alzheimers is, because my attention span became next to nil. And because a man of science insisted to me (many times over) that even smoking it once can cause the brain to function differently. Even today, just over two years later … … Continue reading

Let’s impeach the President…

I want to see this. And I could spend all day commentating on these classic moments in live music history. Just so you know, my favourite reactions out of this bunch are: Maynard Josh Homme (not so much for the swearing but for being sick and still playing a show while some idiot chucks stuff at him) Axl Rose (wtf was that??) Angus Young Honorable mention to Dave Grohl for looking so upset for his friend and immediately jumping off the drums when Kurt Cobain … Continue reading

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