Category: Music

Hey look…other stuff is happening besides me moving!

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Found while trying to get control of the RSS tide:

  • BlogTO reviews The Ghosts Of Abu Ghraib. With all the packing and such I forgot to write the film when we saw it at Hot Docs a week ago.  It was an excellent documentary; director Rory Kennedy let the story tell itself by interviewing the Abu Ghraib guards who were convicted for their role in the torture, and gave context by framing the story with the findings of the Milgram experiment. Excellent documentary. Highly recommended.
  • I agree with Esquire’s Angry German’s rant on punctuality. Next to smoking, being late is the fastest way to make me think you’re an inconsiderate jackass. Not occasionally late, mind you; I know things sometimes happen. But there are those people who’re just perpetually late, and those people are asshats.
  • The Quill & Quire’s blog points to a discussion between Lynn Coady and Christy Ann Conlin. Both Nova Scotian writers, they wonder whether it’s easier to write about where you’re from, or to write about a place if you’re “from away.”
  • Kirsten Dunst likes The Arcade Fire and Regina Spektor. ‘Cause I didn’t think she was hot enough already…

[tags]ghosts of abu ghraib, hot docs, milgram experiment, esquire magazine, angry german, punctuality, quill & quire, lynn coady, christy ann conlin, kirsten dunst, arcade fire, regina spektor[/tags]

Little boxes, on the counter, little boxes made of ticky-tacky…

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Yeah, I’m pretty much tired of packing now. We’re almost out of boxes; I’ll have to try to locate some tomorrow. You can barely even walk through the apartment now. Tomorrow I’ll have to take the computer down, tear the desk apart and move stuff into the den just to make some room.

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Bob Ezrin: “Thank God for Trent Reznor.” [via Torontoist]

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I had a chocolate & raspberry crepe this morning, from this place. It were awwwwwwful good.

[tags]moving, bob ezrin, trent reznor, nine inch nails, crepes a gogo[/tags]

Je suis fatigue

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Oh dear, I’ve forgotten to blog. Packing up your life into cardboard will do that, I s’pose. The cats are digging it ’cause they can scale the piles of boxes and crawl into the empty ones. The Dandy Warhols cover of “She Sells Sanctuary” is not as good as I would have thought. Is this week over yet? As nuts as it sounds, I’m kinda having fun ’cause we’re throwing out a whack (a metric whack, not an imperial whack) of stuff. Speaking of that, Duarte, come get your printer. Mogwai‘s Barry Burns thinks it’s high time Keith Richards dies and I can’t say I disagree that strongly. I’m surprised Trom hasn’t called me for more maple leaves yet; he was pretty much mainlining them by the end of the day.

OK, must sleep. I have four hours of meetings tomorrow and (yay) more packing to (yay) do. (yay)

[tags]moving, dandy warhols, mogwai, keith richards, (yay)[/tags]

I am Jack's [li] tag

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My life is very, very point form right now. Nellie’s down at the new condo painting while I clean up the mess that has become our old place and write a paper for my class. We were up at 6-something this morning to pick up the car (from Autoshare) and drive to home depot, so the only thing keeping me awake right now is a steady Diet Pepsi drip.

Meanwhile, I have these for you:

OK, back to work.

And now: a brief bullety interlude

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I’ve had a busy day, so point form is all yer gettin’:

OK, back to work. I have a term paper to write before all the packing can start.

[tags]pixies, mogwai, anteaters, nova scotia legislature[/tags]

The inner works

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Nellie uploaded a few more pictures of the condo to the condo photoset on Flickr. There’s one of me standing in the living room, admiring the view, typing on my Blackberry. How typical.

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Best new song I’ve heard in a while: “No Pussy Blues” by Grinderman. Unfortunately the rest of the disc just isn’t nearly as good. If you’d told me that Nick Cave’s voice + guitar feedback = a good song, I wouldn’t have believed you.

[tags]grinderman, spire condominium, toronto[/tags]

The universe rights itself

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The New York Islanders just beat the New Jersey Devils in a shootout (after giving up the tying goal with 0.8 seconds left), securing the final playoff spot and sending the Maple Leafs off to compete for tee times with the Montreal Canadiens.

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Still on hockey, the attention for Montreal fans now changes to gutting the house for repairs. Sergei Samsonov will never play another game in the CH sweater, and David Aebischer found himself displaced by Jaroslav Halak. Sheldon Souray may well leave as an unrestricted free agent; Alex Kovalev will be traded if a buyer can be found for his huge contract, bought out if one cannot.

Still, the core of this team is very good. They have a ton of good young talent in Higgins, Ryder, Komisarek, Lapierre, Latendresse, Plekanec, Kostitsyn, Perezhogin, Gorges and Halak. They have some solid veterans like Koivu, Markov, Bonk and Johnson, and some solid role players. What they’re missing is a #1 center and a good mobile defenseman; if they can unload or buy out Samsonov, Kovalev and Aebischer and attract a few free agents, they could resume the form they had earlier this season.

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Pool news: I believe I have 1st place in my hockey pool, but won’t know for sure until tomorrow. I picked up Islanders goalie Wade Dubielewicz last night and he recorded the win in today’s game, but more importantly Ryan Smyth didn’t score the game-winning goal, which might’ve made it close. I’m also creeping up dangerously close to 1st in my basketball pool, but I don’t see how I can make up any more ground (as it’s a roto pool).

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My musical inbox is out of control. My brother is partly to blame, sending me half a dozen new albums to check out, but I’m no better. I keep grabbing new stuff even though I have no time to listen to it.

  • apostle of hustle . national anthem of nowhere
  • aliens . astronomy for dogs
  • bird and the bee . bird and the bee
  • brmc . baby 81
  • clinic . internal wrangling
  • clutch . from beale street to oblivion
  • dalek . abandoned language
  • dalek . absence
  • friday morning’s regret . when lost at sea
  • grinderman . grinderman
  • in-flight safety . coast is clear
  • kings of leon . because of the time
  • klaxons . myths of the near future
  • low . drums and guns
  • marissa nadler . songs iii: bird on the water
  • national . boxer
  • nine inch nails . year zero
  • ted leo . living with the living
  • worker bee . divorce your legs

So far I’ve had quick listens to brmc (good), clinic (not so good), grinderman (starts off strong, drifts from there), kings of leon (good), low (not sure yet) and ted leo (also not sure yet).

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Last night, post-apocalypse, we started to purge the old crap out of our apartment. I love the “throwing shit out” phase. LOVE it. It’ll be difficult to stop me now. “Do we really need towels? I mean need them?”

[tags]islanders, maple leafs, nhl playoffs, montreal canadiens, hockey pool, nasketball pool, brmc, clinic, grinderman, kings of leon, low, ted leo, moving[/tags]

One lone bright spot in a locker room full of tripe

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OK, as much as I hate the Maple Leafs, I’ll now find it hard to hate at least one player: Boyd Devereaux.

Very few Maple Leaf fans likely know how passionate Boyd Devereaux is about Canada’s indie rock scene. A playlist he gave to the Star included offerings from the likes of Joel Plaskett Emergency, Black Mountain, Godspeed! You Black Emperor, The Sadies and Fu Manchu.

Wow. Well done, Boyd, especially considering you’re surrounded by Slayer (Bryan McCabe) and Christopher Cross (Todd Gill).

[tags]boyd devereaux, leafs playlists[/tags]

A light at the end of the scabby tunnel

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The shingles are almost gone. I still have the marks on my jaw and a few spots on my neck, and I’m still store, but I’m past the contagious stage. I’m out of the cave tomorrow. Never been so happy to get back to work.

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Two piss-takes which make me very happy: the Quill & Quire’s blog analyzes the self-serving blurbs on Rebecca Eckler’s new book, and Alanis Morissette excoriates Fergie in her version of My Humps.

[tags]shingles, rebecca eckler, alanis morissette, fergie[/tags]