Revisiting

Today’s the day I go back and listen to all this music I’ve bought lately, listened to once (maybe) and forgotten about as it blends into the other 8,000 songs on my Nomad. I’m 2/3 of the way through Mogwai‘s Mr. Beast, and have the following on tap:

  • Beth Orton . Comfort Of Strangers
  • The Yeah Yeah Yeahs . Show Your Bones
  • Raising The Fawn . The Maginot Line
  • Neko Case . Fox Confessor Brings The Flood
  • Trespassers William . Having
  • Cat Power . The Greatest
  • Living Things . Ahead Of The Lions
  • The Pixies . Hey!

Speaking of all this, I still haven’t watched my Donnie Darko special edition DVD. Dang.

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[tags]mogwai, beth orton, yeah yeah yeahs, raising the fawn, neko case, trespassers william, cat power, living things, pixies, donnie darko[/tags]

A pair of knockouts

Last night’s episode of 24 was like an Oz mini-reunion. Kirk Acevedo (aka Miguel Alvarez) shows up as air marshal (prompting a “woo-hoo!” from my wife) and within five seconds is knocked unconscious by Jack. In another scene Blake Robbins (aka Officer Brass) meets with the business end of Chloe’s taser. So, welcome to the show guys. Try to stay conscious next episode.

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I’m glad someone else watched the Daily Show last week when that nimrod from the Wall Street Journal was on to discuss oil prices & profits. Core Econ points out the errors in her logic, which could have been avoided if she remembered that profit = revenue – expense.

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I’ve pretty much had it with the recording industry. I’m tired (and apparently so are a lot of Canadian musicians) of “copy-controlled” discs that make it hard to convert the music to the format I want and won’t play through my Roku because of license bullshit. I’m tired of paying $10 a month for a music download service when they only carry one out of every five albums that I’m looking for, or worse yet, tell me that I can’t download music by a Toronto band because the site and the label haven’t got their licensing shit straight.

So here’s what I’m doing: from now on when I want to download an album, I’ll check my official downloading options (I still pay for eMusic); if I can find it and download it from there, great. If I can’t, I’ll download it using P2P software. I’m sick of this. It’s not as if the technology doesn’t exist for me to listen to music in this manner; everyone and their dog has an MP3 player, so the music companies should be falling over themselves to get us digital music. But all buggy whip manufacturers know is how to build more buggy whips, and they’ll just keep trying to bend the world to their will. I’m done being bent.*

* That didn’t come out how I planned.

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[tags]24, daily show, economics, oil, filesharing, P2P, CRIA, emusic[/tags]

Try and understand it

We saw our first Hot Docs selection last night: The Railroad All Stars. It was about a group of prostitutes from the worst slums of Guatemala who form a football team and enter a tournament in the hopes of drawing attention to their plight (they’re beaten or killed by their clients, harassed by police, etc.), and the hoopla that followed. We saw the whole range of backgrounds that brought the women there, and marvelled at the conditions they live and work in. I was flabbergasted by the attitudes some of these women had…an old woman who’d lost a house to a rainstorm — and an eye to an old boyfriend’s drunken rage — thanking god for all her blessings because her boyfriend had built her a wood and aluminium shack in the slum, or the woman who said “I’m not ashamed of what I do because I don’t hurt anybody; in fact, doing what I do, I probably keep young girls from being raped.” This didn’t strike me as temporary self-delusion on the part of someone in denial about her situation; this woman knew where her life had taken her, and seemed at peace with it.

And yet, somehow, the whole movie was funny. So there you go. Kudos to the director.

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Because of the timing last night, I could only watch the first half of the hockey game; I watched just long enough to see Montreal tie the game at 2, but when I got home I watched the remainder on the PVR and saw them lose 3-2. While the officiating was still wonky (Justin Williams high-sticked Andrei Markov in the face with no call; Rivet also got hit in the face with a high-stick sans penalty; on the flip side, though, the Hurricanes had a goal called back when the ref at the blueline overruled the ref behind the net…it was the right call — Brind’Amour kicked the puck out from under Huet — but it was just weird that no penalty was called if the goal was waved off) but at least the Hurricans deserved their win this time. They just beat the Canadiens, pure and simple. The Habs just couldn’t recover from the loss of Saku Koivu, it seems, with their top line completely ineffective, and their second line just as useless. I’m hopeful Gainey will make some line changes — like, say, putting Plekanec on the top line with Higgins and Ryder — but in general I really fear for their chances in this series now. It’s a best of three, with two of the games in Carolina. Montreal’s lost their captain and best centre, and the Hurricans have all the momentum. I’m not saying it can’t happen, but Montreal’s going to have to find some kind of reserve their didn’t know they had to take this series.

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By some unholy twist of fate, I’ve had “You’re The Voice” by John Farnham stuck in my head for the past 24 hours. It was playing in Green Mango yesterday when I picked up my lunch, and I haven’t been able to shake it (except for the hour or so when my brain had “I Wanna Drive The Zamboni” on repeat).

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[tags]hot docs, canadiens, hurricanes, NHL, koivu, zamboni[/tags]

"Artists do not want to sue music fans."

I read a couple of articles today about the new Canadian Music Creators Coalition — Canadian artists who’ve formed their own lobbying group after growing tired of having the CRIA speaking for them — and I’m pretty impressed. The three main points, discussed in much more detail in the Listening Post and Michael Geist articles above, are as follows:

  • Suing Our Fans is Destructive and Hypocritical
  • Digital Locks are Risky and Counterproductive
  • Cultural Policy Should Support Actual Canadian Artists

Zowie. CMCC, je t’aime. For now.

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Stephanie Zacharek reviews United 93 for Salon, and though she feels it’s well done, wonders if it’s worth watching:

“Paul Greengrass’ ‘United 93′ is a movie made with tremendous care, and with almost boundless sensitivity to persons living and dead. But just hours after seeing the picture, I’m finding it hard to care about Greengrass’ integrity: I’ve never had a more excruciating moviegoing experience in my life, and as brilliantly crafted — and as adamantly unexploitive — as the picture is, it still leaves you wondering why it was made in the first place…I walked out of ‘United 93’ feeling bereft and despondent; my stomach muscles had tensed into a seemingly immovable knot.”

This only strengthens my desire to see the film. If a movie is well-crafted enough to feel gut-wrenching, even a fraction as much as I did on the actual day, then it’s worth seein. And, in my opinion, it’s a story worth experiencing, buried as it has been beneath and behind the greater spectacle of the World Trade Center destruction.

Cat Power, bunny suits and War Pigs.

Jane Jacobs, dead at 89. The world is a less reasonable and intelligent place without her.

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In the kind of news that — presumably — Ms. Jacobs would have been happy to see, Toronto has opened its first New Mobility Hub near Exhibition Place. Bike lockers and a wireless hotspot at the center of a GO Train station, two streetcar lines, a bus route and a pedestrian walkway. Putting a few of these around the city, mixed with a few carpooling services, could really make a difference for commuters. I don’t think it’ll get people out of their cars en masse, but it’s a start, and a good one. Find out more at movingtheeconomy.ca.
[via Spacing]

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Two links from Wired‘s Listening Post blog: a video clip of the Flaming Lips and Chan Marshall singing Black Sabbath‘s “War Pigs” on Austin City Limits, and a short article about the weird new Pepsi ads with Jimmy Fallon and Parker Posey (I haven’t seen any with Eva Longoria) dancing nuttily around city streets.

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The Canadiens survived a crazy ride last night and beat the Hurricanes 6-5 to take a 2-0 series lead, heading back to Montreal. While I’m happy their up two games, and I like their chances, I won’t get too confident. It wasn’t that long ago — 1997, I think? — that the Canadiens were up two games on the Rangers heading home and they lost the next four.

I’ll celebrate when they’re in the second round.

No more wolves in song/band names, please.

It’s just the tiniest bit sacrilicious sacrilegious, but “Hard On For Jesus” by The Dandy Warhols might just be the coolest song ever. Perhaps it’s the sacriliciousness which makes it cool?

“When We Were Wolves” by My Latest Novel isn’t too shabby either. Songs are always better when sung with a serious Scottish brogue.

“And we run, and we hide, and we hid, and we ran, and we hide in lightless rooms and we bang on our pianos, la la la.”

I’m not exactly sure why — it could be the nature of how I gather music, or it could be the lack of mind-blowing albums lately, or it could just be that I have less time for it now — but I feel like I’m speeding past music these days rather than really experiencing it.

The new, new Hanson brothers

The Toronto Star has alread begun fantasizing about bringing Sean Avery to the Maple Leafs. I think this is a brilliant idea; having Sean Avery, Darcy Tucker and Tie Domi would create some sort of critical cheapshot-artist mass who would form this ball of white hot goon light. It would be awesome to behold. Unless you were talented or French-Canadian in any way, and then they would stab you.

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eMusic is really pissing me off. For the longest time they didn’t list the new Magneta Lane album in their catalog; now that they finally do, they’re telling me that I can’t download it because it’s not available to Canadians. Dan != happy. Now I have to buy the disc, which seems like a big waste of my monthly eMusic fee.

Refreshment & variety

After a long day of spring cleaning (well, not that long…I slept until 10 and Nellie didn’t get out of bed ’til nearly noon), during which we rearranged the bedroom and combed up enough cat hair to make a Chewbacca suit, Nellie has cracked open a bottle of 2005 Fielding Estate Pinot Gris that Duarte gave her. I went slightly downmarket: a diet pepsi. Ahh.

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My Roku just played Blink-182, then Blind Willie Johnson, then the Rheostatics‘ cover of “Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald”, then Sugar, then Bob Dylan, then Sebadoh. Hooray for random.

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From Listening Post: Neil Young to Take on Bush Administration in Upcoming Album.

[rubs hands together with glee, all Burns-like…]

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A colleague and I were talking about Brick yesterday. He had the “You wanna take a swing at me, hash-head?” line in his MSN message. It’s funny, but we both noticed the same tiny little details about the movie, like the lamp in the van or what was written on the sign in the vice-principal’s office or the incomprehensible dialog between Brendan and Brain. Goes to show what a great job they did. I can’t wait to buy it; we’re considering going see it again in the theatre.

Smooth, shaky and anxious.

The 72% cocoa chocolate we got from Suite 88 (the chocolate boutique we visited in Montreal) might just be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

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Montreal lost again tonight, for the second time in three nights. I’m not too worried; they can basically clinch a spot with one win in their three remaining games or a loss by Atlanta. Still, I wish they’d just get it over with so I can breathe a little easier. And I’d almost rather see them finish in 8th if it means playing the Senators in the first round instead of the Hurricanes…

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I’m still waiting for the 2006 album that blows me away.