Saturday, May 31, 2003
Sugar Sugar
Vancouver's got its share of hole-in-the-wall music venues that few Vancouverites have been to unless they're into the local music scene. Yesterday, I had a chance to visit one such venue, The Sugar Refinery on Granville. Up a flight of creaky and wore-out stairs is what seemed like some dude's pad, albeit filled with people and music equipment. Its slick website doesn't really do its ambience any justice; not shown is the living-room atmosphere and the totally down-to-earth vibe that the place gives offs. There was no "backstage" to speak of, and all the bands and equipment were interspersed with the bar, the furniture, and the mingling crowd. Cool. From its thrift-store furnishings to its use of mason jars in place of pint glasses, this tiny place of a music venue is truly unique.
So, I was there to see my new favourite local band, Maplewood Lane, and an opening set by Natasha Thirsk, the lead singer of The Dirtmitts. I got there around 9:30pm for a 10:00pm show, and the place was already buzzing. Most of the people there seemed to be with one of the bands playing, and since there were five of them, there wasn't much room left for the non-hooked-up. After paying my $6, I grabbed a Terminal City and headed towards an empty chair, spotting Maplewood Lane and their posse occupying a big table near the stage. I sat down at another table on the other side of the stage, not before asking the girl sitting alone there already if it were ok. I took the nod as a yes and promptly plopped my ass down on the chair-missing-an-armrest and started reading.
After the first act, Shawn Mrazek, wrapped up his short acoustic set, some of the friends of the girl I shared the table with started arriving. It took me a while, but I finally figured out that one of them was actually the lead singer of Pepper Sands! Various cues clued me on to this, not the least of which was the fact that she looked exactly like her. Later, they were joined by one of the member of the headliners, The Doers, who then attracted a number of his friends. Suffice it to say, my table got louder than I would've liked, but I guess that's the beauty of The Sugar Refinery: you're always surrounded by the people that are/will be performing.
Natasha Thirsk was the second act to play, and she was joined on stage by an ex-Dirtmitt, Jen Deon, whom, according to Natasha, she hadn't played with in over a year. The set was short (5 songs?), and material included some old Dirtmitts, some new Dirtmitts, and some new solo material. The stripped-down set was cool to see, but I think I still prefer the full band sound. The next band was The Approach, a three-piece that played something bordering on math with some complex and nifty guitar work, all sans vocals of course. It was interesting to watch, mainly because the guitarist was pretty damn good.
And then there was Maplewood Lane with their gorgeous, gorgeous sound. The band ran through 8-9 indie pop songs over a noisy crowd, playing material mainly from their new album. I cannot begin to say how attractive their keyboardist/trombone player was. IMO, she just lights up the room, putting a pretty face to a pretty sound. I swear, these guys are going to wreck havoc on the Vancouver music scene dominated by bands with crunchy guitars! That dreamy, indie-pop sound is rare in these parts, and I hope it catches on like the new neo-new-wave.
Anyway, Maplewood Lane wrapped up around 12:30am, and feeling a little tired, I headed home without seeing The Doers. Before I left though, I picked up a copy of MWL's second release, Autumn on the Radio, for five bucks, though I'm pretty sure I gave the merch girl a tenner without getting my change back. Oh well. That's just more money in the artists' pockets, right? All in all, a good night.
NP: Maplewood Lane - No Words to Say
posted by Hanson |
3:21 PM
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Super-sizing Liv and Renee
There's an Empire Records Special Edition DVD now! Weeeeee! I'm so glad I didn't break down and get the original on DVD since I already have it on VHS. Now, I can get the brand-spanking newly-cut "Empire Records Remix" loaded with extra footage and deleted scenes. There's also three music videos; it would be sooooooo cool if the Rex Manning vid is on there too!
Hehe... so excited. Can't wait for June 3rd. Damn the man!
NP: (tv)
posted by Hanson |
11:56 PM
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Temptation Waits
I swear, one of my fatal flaws is my propensity to be distracted, especially by television. In the midst of compiling a PowerPoint presentation, preparing for a case, and reading articles about ethical issues relating to sponsorship, I got sidetracked by a CBC Newsworld "Life & Times" special on Joe Clark. Yup. I just sat there and watched the whole thing. THE WHOLE THING! I like Joe, and it was interesting and all, but still, I gotz work to do! *shakes head* Even with the TV season being over, the distraction still lingers. Arg!
NP: Built to Spill - The Plan
posted by Hanson |
11:55 PM
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Meeting People Is Not Easy
After a group gives a presentation in one of my business classes, there's usually a time for the class to ask them questions about the material they have just presented. Now, being an inquisitive person, I'm usually full of questions, and they're usually rather non-trivial; I mean, I can always answer the trivial ones myself, right? Well, today, I was told that some people who've been in tutorials with me find my questions intimidating! This might not have come as a total surprise, but it was weird to have it told to me like that. I would assume that this tiny rep that I've developed comes with a bunch of connotations: some good, and others not so much. The one thing I don't want is for people to think that I'm in it for the participation marks only, cos that might be what they're thinking because I'm not usually one to strike up a random conversation with others. I just don't want people to think that I'm a Marks Whore!
This, I guess, points to a larger issue. Personally, I'm not the chattiest person when I'm with people that I don't know every well, but when I'm unleashed in front of a class, my hand is always raised and my mouth never stops moving. Maybe it's because I can only blab freely when I perceive that there's a legitimate reason for me to speak. That's why I find it so hard to talk to people that I don't know if I don't have a legitimate reason to do so, and that's especially true when I'm dealing with, uh, certain segments of the population...
My constant need for tacit permission to talk is really bugging me. Is there a pill I can take for that? It's weird that some people can pull that talking-to-strangers thing off so easily while I'm sitting here struggling like a fish out of water. I wish I could be more like the people I see around who can just talk to anybody. Yeah, that would be pretty cool, huh, cos I love talking to people.
NP: The Like - Falling Away
posted by Hanson |
11:51 PM
Monday, May 26, 2003
NMW: Day Five (Lips, Boobies, and Asses)
Today marked the official end of New Music West 2003, and by all accounts, it has been a great success (and by "all," I meant I me my). A fitting end to a great festival came in the form of a five-band mega-show at the Plaza of Nations that featured Starlight Mints, Destroyer, Liz Phair (!!), Modest Mouse, and headliners The Flaming Lips.
The show was supposed to start early at 6:30pm (doors at 6), so I got there right at 6. I was in a good mood because I had found free parking, not easy for shows in that part of downtown. So, I stood in line and read the Georgia Straight, which had an article on Liz Phair who was doing a sound check at the time (Divorce Song!). Hehe... how fitting! It was there that I saw Tara walk by, so I flagged her down. The wait wasn't that long, and after a quick conversation that included cougar math (about how 38 divided by 2 plus 7 is bigger than 21), we were in.
The Plaza of Nations is a covered outdoor venue. The last time I was there was for my high school graduation ceremony almost five years ago, so being back there today was kinda strange. Anyway, the stage was pretty high, so I was fairly sure I would get a good view, that is if no big assholes stand in front of me. After waiting almost a half an hour more than what was promised, the show finally got underway with the Starlight Mints. Their keyboardist looked very much like Liz Phair, a fact that I kept mentioning over and over to Tara. Hehe... she really did look like Liz, albeit with unkempt hair! So yeah, the band was pretty good. Nothing mind blowing, but that might be because I've seen some pretty good bands over the last few days.
During their set, a trio of assholes budged in front of us. They were stupid, loud, obnoxious, and worst of all, they were fucking tall! Murphy kicked my ass again! I had to move my head all over the place just to get a glimpse of the singer and fauz-Liz, and I was pretty pissed off. Yes, the "asses" mentioned in the title refer to these butt-munchers: they came in late; they forced their way in front of people who showed up early (re: me); and they acted like fucking wankers who, errrr, are wanking fucks! Fuck them up their stupid asses! Good thing they left to "go to the washroom" after Destroyer, cos if they blocked my view of the real Liz, I'd open up a major can of whoop-ass on them! Yes, I'm the master of hollow threats. Ya betta recognize!!
So anyway, like I said, local hero(s) Destroyer was next. Dan et al played four songs only, I think, but they sounded pretty good. Now I finally know which New Pornographer songs were sung by him! Their drummer, according to Tara, looked like Jian Ghomeshi from Moxy Fruvous and Play fame. Besides the hair, I didn't really see it, but then again, I'm terrible at these things. Another cool thing about them was that they pretended they were from out of town, dooping idiots like the trio of asses I mentioned before. Hehe.... stupid-heads!
That's enough of them. My evening was really kicked into high gear with the appearance of the newly glammed-up Liz Phair. Weeeeee! Liz! I was hooked by Supernova, but Exile in Guyville was the shiznit that really got into Liz big time. As you may or may not know, Ms. Phair used to be the hottest act in indie rock (both in terms of music and looks). After a couple of indifferently received follow-ups to the critical wet-dream that was the seminal Exile in Guyville, Liz took five years off, making her a virtual exile in the music biz. However, with her major label self-titled debut being released in June on Capitol, she's once again back on the horse, which has taken her tonight to Vancouver opening up for The Flaming Lips.
As she walked out on stage, a loud cheer erupted (from me), and boy did she look hot! A little tanned, perhaps, but the indie-chic-meets-skin looks totally works for her! Tight short sleeve blue t-shirt over a tight long sleeve tan t-shirt, short denim mini-skirt that left a goodly portion of leg exposed, and some black boots: *drool*. Looks-wise, she has definitely taken a page out of Sheryl Crow's books (although less Maxim-y), though I hope that doesn't extend to her music. From what I can tell from the new album (which of course is widely available in download form), the sound is definitely more polished and more mainstream, but luckily, no C'mon C'mon Crow there.
So yeah, she was Mesmerizing, though she really stood 5'2" and not 6'1" (double Liz shout-out!). At seven songs, her set was short, and I think the opener, Glory, was tagged on as a bonus at the last minute (I saw the set-list which looked like it had only six songs on it). Two guys accompanied her on stage, one with a guitar and the other with a bass. She herself stood up with a guitar too, so it was kind of a stripped down feel (compared to her new album). After Glory, she played (in order, I think): Johnny Feelgood, Why Can't I, Divorce Song, Rock Me, Supernova, and Fuck and Run. For the sake of the people around me, I mostly kept my singing down to lip-synching, but I totally lost it for Divorce Song, Supernova, and Fuck and Run when I sang loudly and enthusiastically. Playing fan favourites like FaR guaranteed loud props, and that why she completely had us eating out of her (hands). After every song, I cheered as loudly as I can, as did a couple of people right behind me (they sang loudly when I did too!). The cheers from the rest the crowd were a lot more subdued, but that was understandable as they weren't Lizoholics like us. In the middle of her set, Liz mentioned that she'll be touring for a year, and that she'll see us again; dude, I hope she isn't shitting us, cos seven songs just aren't enough!!
After Liz was Modest Mouse. Many props were given throughout their set, as they had a lot of fans in the audience. They were pretty good, but they never were a band I could really get into. Isaac Brock had some pretty good on-stage banter about on-stage banter though, which was interesting. Modest Mouse played for about 45 minutes, after which came the headliners, The Flaming Lips.
Now, if you've never seen a Flaming Lips show, you're missing a lot. Not only do they play music, but their theatrics are worth noting too. For instance, today's show was a multimedia extravaganza that featured dancing people wearing animal costumes, oversized balloons, confetti, a swinging light bulb thingy, megaphone rigged with a smoke machine, a wearable light-pulsing thingy, a big-ass hand-holdable smoke machine, and of course, special videos running through every song that included footage of Jon Stewart and Tiffany Amber Thiessen introducing the band, a bloodied Wayne Coyne, and, naturally, bouncing boobies! Yes, it was a show for all the sense.
Not only that, in the middle of their set, Wayne, the band's lead singer, took out some fake blood and drizzled it over his face, and sang happy birthday to four of the people in the audience. He said the blood imitated the blood of birth, and that the smudge on his face looked like a placenta: not really, but it was a nice effort. So yeah, Face, Alex, Steve, and Aleah ought to feel pretty good after being serenaded by a few thousand strangers!
Honestly though, you really had to be there. Every song was done dramatically enough that it could've been a set-ender, and each was linked by a bunch of cool-ass talking from Wayne. The show was unlike anything I've seen before, and trust me, I've seen a bunch of really cool "spectacle" shows (Les Savy Fav, anyone?). I mean, dancing animals? Fake blood? How can you get any cooler?
My only complaint was that the show was pretty short. They started at 10:15 and ended an hour later. I blame that on the unions demanding double-time wage after 11pm and the greedy promoters who were unwilling to pay them. I wanted more, damn it, but five bands is plenty already, I suppose.
Hmm.... I really should be sleeping now. I wonder how many typos and grammatical/spelling mistakes this thing has?
NP: (nothing)
posted by Hanson |
2:19 AM
Sunday, May 25, 2003
NMW: Day Four (Wussing Out)
After three exhilarating but ultimately exhausting days of live music, I must might admit to a rather high degree of fatigue. In other words, I'm dead tired, and so I skipped the last day of New Music West clubs shows. The bands I missed included The Tennessee Twins, Operation Makeout, and The Salteens: no big, I suppose, since they're all local. So instead of driving all the way downtown in the rain, walking around and getting soaked just to see bands I could probably see in the next couple of months, I stayed home and rested, recharging and getting readying for tomorrow's big Flaming Lips/Modest Mouse/Liz Phair/Destroyer/Starlight Mints mega-show. That one should be a doozie!
Anyway, here's something I stole from Val a while ago (which I'm sure was stolen from somebody else, who stole it from somebody else, and so on). It's one of those survey things that I don't usually do, but since it's music related, here it is:
01) Good: Sarah Shannon,
02) Really good: Sarah Harmer
03) Really really good: Sarah Slean
04) Didn't convince me: Sarah Brightman
05) Sucks: Sara Craig
06) I like the name: Sorry About Dresden
07) Cool style: Rivers Cuomo
08) I can't believe it's over: Twee-pop boom of the mid 1990s (or so I hear)
09) Thank God it's over: hair metal
10) Hey, you forgot to bury this!: nu-metal
11) Eternal: The Beatles, Nick Drake, Big Star
12) Everybody loves it but me: Sigur Ros
13) I heard it, but I have no idea what it's about: see above
14) Great show: Postal Service, May 1st, Seattle
15) Baaad show: Shannon Wright a couple years ago… it was the first time I walked out disappointed
16) I'm the only one who likes it [in my circles]: too many to name... for instance, Mary Lou Lord
17) Ok, here, another one for you to bury! Crappy new country... ick!
18) I can't live without: Elliott Smith
19) I wanna be in: Death Cab for Cutie
20) It used to be good: Sarah McLachlan (and she can still be!)
21) I didn't like it until someone mentioned it: Beulah
22) I didn't like it as a child: anything electronic (IDM is all right now)
23) Should be a film: Weezer's Pink Triangle
25) Have some songs I like: Guided By Voice, Magnetic Fields, and tonnes more
26) All the fans are crazy: all bands have crazy fans
27) Influenced bands I like: The Beatles, Big Star, Joni Mitchell
28) Bad copy: Westlife's cover of Sarah McLachlan's Angel... ew...
29) Perfect copy: Death Cab's cover of Bjork's All Is Full of Love
30) What's with the hair, dude?: Andrew WK… dude, it’s 2003!
31) Bless you. Oh, that's your name?: Godspeed You! Black Emperor
32) I miss: Veruca Salt, Letters to Cleo, Catatonia, Frente
34) Best videos ever: Tenacious D - Wonder Boy
35) Changed my life: Fumbling Towards Esctasy by Sarah McLachlan, Pinkerton by Weezer
36) Best album of the year (2003): Postal Service - Give Up
37) Can't stop listening to it: Rilo Kiley - Glendora
38) I heard it once, and I loved it!: Kasey Chambers - The Captain
NP: Ben Gibbard - Carolina
posted by Hanson |
12:09 AM
Saturday, May 24, 2003
NMW: Day Three (I Need More Cow Bell!)
Let me keep it nice and short. Bands I saw tonight: 60-Watt Vamp, Meesh, and The Flairs @ Bar None; and Gentleman Reg and Joseph Arthur @ The Railway Club. All were bloody fantastic, expect Gentleman Reg, who was just plain good. And yes, a cowbell *was* used tonight!
60-Watt Vamp: from Halifax; featured hot blonde lead-singer with short hair in a flame-patterned halter top, long black skirt, and black boots; file under rock with occasional ska leanings; awesome.
Meesh: from Montreal; featured hot dynamo ex-model Rachel Leigh Cook look-alike lead-singer with Famke Jassen in X2 hair (both colour and style), wearing low-rise black pants and a red tank top under a black mesh shirt which she took off in the middle of the set; pure energy; had a dude wearing an mmmbop Hanson t-shirt; file under high energy punk-pop with vocals that sound quite a bit like Kay Hanley; awesome.
The Flairs: based in Vancouver; featured hot Nina Gordon look-and-sound-alike lead-singer wearing low-rise black pants and a blue tube top under a black mesh shirt which she didn't take off at anytime during the set; drummer pulled out a cow bell for the beginning of one of its songs; file under rock with pop edge a la Veruca Salt and at times pop-punk leanings like a low-sugar Tuuli (not surprising since two of them were in Tuuli); awesome.
Gentleman Reg: Toronto bloke; just one guy, so no hotness to speak of; mellow, kinda wussy indie-pop songs that are really pleasant; file under wuss-pop; nice change of pace from the three high strung chick bands; very good.
Joseph Arthur: shaggy-haired American bloke and favourite of Emm Gryner's; looks kinda like he's part of Oasis; an Emm Gryner fav that I actually got into, unlike Ron Sexsmith; file under singer-songwriter that likes his distortions; awesome.
Notes:
- I had a couple of journal articles that I need to read with me to occupy the downtime between sets. Reading and underlining in a busy club/bar environment makes the job significantly harder.
- I missed Jessie Farrell because The Flairs ran late and I couldn't find parking near The Green Room.
- Also, the Railway was *packed* for Joseph Arthur. I saw Reverie Sound Revue there too, and also at The Flairs; it almost seemed like they were following me ;-)
- I took a Joseph Arthur poster from the wall when I left. Score!
Bottom line: the cowbell was cool; the girls were smoking; and the music was fantastic. Bring on Day Four!
NP: (nothing)
posted by Hanson |
2:50 AM
Friday, May 23, 2003
NMW: Day Two
So I guess this is what they call bar hopping! Tonight, I braved the rain and saw five bands in four venues. Four of them were excellent, and the other one was just plain good. Details? I thought you'd never ask!
My first stop on day two of New Music West was The Tonic to see former Rose Chronicles front-woman Kristy Thirsk. Before that though, I had to pay four bucks to park because there were no street parking left! I blame that on the stupid Lyle Lovett show at the Commodore tonight. Stupid old fogies!
Anyway, back to the good stuff. I've never been to The Tonic before, but like most places I don't go to, it's pretty nice inside. I arrived just in time, and the music started not two minutes after I got there. Now, if you don't know, let me clue you in on something: Kristy Thirsk has one of the most amazing voices in the biz! Her piercing high notes paired with her surprisingly low normal singing voice is quite a contrast and makes hers a very distinct singing style. With curly blond hair parted down the middle hanging down to her elbows, she looked stunning in her gold tank top and beige skirt. Despite my many years of fandom, this is the first time I've seen her perform. Like Tony the Tiger says, she's grrrrrreat! Most of her songs are cut from the same mould as the dream pop stuff she did with Rose Chronicles. With drums, three guitars and a bass going on at the same time, the sound was layered and lush. Even when she tried a more straight-edge rock approach like on the song Imagination, her roots showed. They're good roots though, so no complaints.
Next up on my schedule was The Royal where I'll see Reverie Sound Revue and Ghosts of Modern Men. When I got in, I noticed they had repositioned the stage since the last time I was here (for the ill-fated Interpol show). The stage is now smaller and set against a smaller wall, making the people-standing area a lot bigger. The stage was higher too, and so more people can get good views. So yeah, yay Royal!
I walked in right in the middle of Reverie Sound Revue's first song (I think). They're an outfit from Calgary, and their sound is like indie rock with a tinge of new wave with the occasion keyboard/canned beats/synth thrown in there for good measure, with jazzy chick singing tying the shit all together. Yup, a very distinctive sound, and very good one I might add. Their songs were strong, and the musicianship was good. Definitely worth check out again.
After RSR was Ghosts of Modern Men, a band the NMW guide described as "emotional indie rock." Now, we all know you can't spell "emotional" without "emo," and at the risk of sounding like an ass, GMM, to me, is totally emo. What that means, to me, is indie rock with punkish leanings, interesting guitar work, and reflective lyrics. GMM fits that bill exactly, as least from what I can gather from the screamed-out vocals. "Burn me from inside?" That's pretty emo to me. Good, but not great, as I'm not an emo kid.
After their set, I walked quickly to the parking lot so that I can get there before my parking ticket expired. I got there in time, although quite wet from the pouring rain, and I drove my car to a spot closer to The Railway, my next stop. After parking two blocks from it, I walked into the busiest venue I've been in the last two days; yes the place was packed, but that's probably because it's a small venue and it was a showcase for the biggest quasi-indie label in town, Nettwerk. There was hardly room for me to stand, but because I'm there to see the band I'm looking forward to checking out the most, Maplewood Lane, I wasn't bothered. In fact, the cramped atmosphere was a pretty cool change from the tepid and sparse crowds I've been seeing at NMW this year. When the band took the stage, I wiggled my way up front and sat myself down cross-legged right at the foot of the stage, staring straight up at the band's lead singer, Rebecca Rowan.
The Cute-Vancouver-Front-woman hypothesis I proposed yesterday still holds, but the real beauty was their keyboardist/trombone player, Alana Brown. Damn she fine! That smile she had on stage... intoxicating. And I ain't even been drinking!
Ahem, ok, enough of that. Ok ok, let me just say that Maplewood Lane is now my favourite local band. Sorry The Dirtmitts! Sorry The Organ! You guys have been usurped! Yes, ML were just *that* good. Vancouver once again has a top-tier indie-pop band! Melodic, catchy, and featuring sweet vocals that could flavour an entire chocolate factory. Dream? Twee? A little of both, but not too much. It's just good, good, good indie-pop, kinda like B'ehl and maybe a more upbeat Azure Ray. I will soooo go the next time they play.
After their set, I quickly picked up their CD and ran out, as I only had ten minutes to get to the Purple Onion to see the next band I want to see, Paper Moon. A number of them, including the lead singer, played in B'ehl, so they came from good pedigree (HHH shout out!). I had one of their songs downloaded, and I liked what I heard. And since I like B'ehl, I was really looking forward to this. Since this post is already getting incredibly long, let me just give you the executive summary: they were damn good. With a new bass player that looked sooooo much like Rivers Cuomo, they played slightly harder stuff that B'ehl, but just as good: catchy chick-fronted pop-rock. I picked up a whole bunch of CDs from Endearing Records after Paper Moon's set including theirs, something by Plumtree, and that Vancouver Nights CD I've been looking all over for! Because of the sheer amount of stuff I bought, the merch guy gave me a free Ready Made pin as well as a B'ehl 7-inch single! So. Damn. Cool!
So, that's it for day two. Day three should be good too, as I'll probably see 60 Watt Vamp, The Flairs, Jessie Farrell, and My Morning Jacket, among others. Till then!
NP: Ben Gibbard - Choir Vandals (American Analog Set cover)
posted by Hanson |
2:31 AM
Thursday, May 22, 2003
NMW: Day One
So, I missed out on The Cinch *again*! More on that later.
Like I mentioned before, New Music West has begun. Tonight, my first stop was the Plaza where I checked out three bands: The Revision, Mark Petersen, and Pepper Sands. It was my first time there, as it usually isn't a concert venue, thought it ought to be. The sound was good, the sightlines were good, and the size was good too! My only complaint was that they only had one kind of beer on tap: Canadian. Well, at least it wasn't Kokanee!
Anyway, back to the music. So I got there right at 8:45, right when The Revision was supposed to take the stage, and I had this nice orange wrist band slapped on my, er, wrist. I'll be wearing for the next five days, so I'd better get use to it! After I got it on nice and good, I opened the door and found myself in a sparsely populated room, the stage already set. After checking the place out for a couple of minutes, I saw that a band was taking the stage. They announced that they were The Revision and the show was on.
After tonight, I realized something: every front-woman for a Vancouver-based band is hot! Like her colleagues in The Dirtmitts, The Flairs, Pepper Sands, and Operation Makeout, the lead singer for The Revision, Carlee, fits that bill. In fact, so does their guitar player, Season. They played your standard guitar-bass-drums-vocals rock with a good chunk of pop sensibility, not that much different from stuff you'd hear on rock radio. What's different about them are Carlee's vocals, which sounds a bit like a more girly Bif Naked, that makes their sound better than your run-of-the-mill stuff. Enjoyable, both aurally and visually. I need to check them out again.
Mark Petersen came on after The Revision. He leads a three-piece augmented by canned beats from an iBook. Indie rock with a sprinkle of math, I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. Again, good stuff, though I'll probably never go see him again or buy his stuff.
The band that I had wanted to see most, Pepper Sands, ended the show. I saw them a couple years ago at the Starfish opening for The Salteens and Lily Frost, I believe, and I had gotten hooked on their seven-song EP "Welcome to Pepper Sands" that I bought at the show. Their debut full-length came out last July, and I didn't really into it, but I was still looking forward to the show. Luckily, they didn't disappoint. I recalled about three songs that were found on the EP I liked so much, and the rest probably came from their full-length, which also featured a few of the songs off the EP. Crunching guitars, stylish vocals, and catchy songs, Pepper Sands pop-rocked out. Too bad the set was so short. Anyway, NMW was off to a good start.
After Pepper Sands finished, I quickly walked over to Richards to see The Cinch who were supposed to take the stage at 11:30. When I got there, I found out that they had pulled a switch-a-roo, and now, the Nasty On were ending the show! By the time I got there, The Cinch had already played! Doh! So, I stayed for one of Nasty On's songs, and I left, disgruntled.
Ah well. Plenty of music to go in the next few days. It just gives me more time to sleep, I guess. Anyway, day two should be just as good, if not better, because I'll get to see four acts that I'm really looking forward to seeing: Kristy Thirsk (formerly of Rose Chronicles), Reverie Sound Revue, Maplewood Lane, and Paper Moon (former members of B'ehl). Right now, I need to sleep instead of writing :-)
NP: Maplewood Lane - Wildwood Drive
posted by Hanson |
1:42 AM
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Yippee!
New Music West is upon us again! Tonight, with my wristband in hand, I'm going to see The Revision, Peppersands, and The Cinch, among others. It'll mark the beginning of five straight nights of live music, culminating in the big fantastic show on Sunday night when I'll FINALLY get to see Liz Phair live!
This is exciting stuff, but paired with the shitload of work I need to do for school, it means the next week or so will be pretty damn busy for me.
NP: (Ben Gibbard / Andrew Kinney - Volume V of "Home," the Post Parlo split EP series)
posted by Hanson |
5:20 PM
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Slayer Down
I taped a sign on my backpack today as I walked around school. It said "I Mourn For Buffy."
I've seen the finale twice now: once on Monday night thanks to a downloaded copy, and then again on Tuesday night live, experiencing it along with the millions watching it on the West Coast. Boy I'm going to miss the show.
Originally, I was going to watch it at my friend Aisling's place along with a bunch of other Buffy fanatics, but the viewing/wake was cancelled due to an inconsiderate roommate. It would've been nice to experience the ending of something so integral to my entertainment life for the past six years with fellow devotees, but I guess some things just weren't meant to be. Instead, I cracked open a three-dollar bottle of 500 ml CC Lemon bought especially for this occasion and let it all sink in. Again.
Team Angel will undoubtedly be bolstered next season due to it being Joss' only project next year, but at what cost? BtVS has been with me for almost six years now, and I honestly didn't remember what I used to watch on TV before then. The show seamlessly weaved together wit, story, action, mythology, and high and low culture relevancy; there's simply no show like it on TV.
Buffy was the first show that I truly fell in love with. I mean, I liked Star Trek: The Next Generation a lot, and I *really* liked Sliders, but Buffy will always have a special place in my heart.
Goodbye, Buffster. I hope to see you on the big screen again!
NP: (Letterman)
posted by Hanson |
11:57 PM
Monday, May 19, 2003
And I Actually Like Them!
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NP: Miranda Lee Richards - The Long Goodbye
posted by Hanson |
12:18 AM
Saturday, May 17, 2003
Gettin' Biz-zay
Damn. It's only the second weekend of the semester, and yet I'm already spending my whole Saturday working on school stuff. I already have two presentations on Tuesday, a bunch of readings, and a shitload of research to do! This is even worse than last semester!
On a brighter note, I now have in my figurative hands tickets for: a) New Music West (May 21-24th); b) Flaming Lips/Liz Phair/Modest Mouse/Destroyer/Starlight Mints (May 25th); Built to Spill (June 3rd); Death Cab/Dismemberment Plan (June 10th); and The New Pornographers (June 13th). And I still haven't decided whether it'll be Radiohead or Ed Harcourt on June 5th. After letting Mel Doane pass me by last Monday because of too-much-stuff-up syndrome, the dry spell is almost o-vah!
NP: The New Pornographers - Electric Version
posted by Hanson |
11:16 PM
Friday, May 16, 2003
Wading In The Creek
That's right: I watched my first complete episode of Dawson's Creek tonight, more or less. It was the series finale, so I thought, what the heck. After watching it, I realized that had I been a regular watcher of the show, I would've been constantly pissed off at the writers for jerking the audience (and Joey) around like that. At least with the finale, they (and she) finally settled the matter once and for all. Quack quack quack!
Anyway, when DC was on, I was flipping between that, The Truman Show, and Me, Myself and Irene. It's weird seeing two Jim Carrey movies simultaneously, I must say.
NP: Vancouver Nights - Naikoon Park
posted by Hanson |
11:38 PM
Lamenting Idiocy
I just finished watching the season finale of The West Wing, the last episode penned and executive-produced by Aaron Sorkin. All season, the plot has been slowly building up to this point. Even the otherwise absurd resignation of VP John Hoynes makes sense now, at least from a story arc point of view. Although the series has taken a somewhat melodramatic turn (well, since the assassination attempt, really), thanks to Sorkin, it still continues to be the best written program on TV today (sorry Joss). However, because of Sorkin's exit, this could all change starting next season.
NBC, in a fit of moronic idiocy comparable to that of ABC's canning of Sports Night, has effectively fired creator Sorkin and fellow producer Tommy Schlamme from the show because of this season's low(er) ratings. This is tantamount to taking Shaq and Kobe out of the Lakers, Becks and Giggsy out of United's midfield, or Naslund and Bertuzzi out of the Canucks. It other words, the show has been gutted, and even though the stellar cast is still sticking around, the ship is now without its captain. Sorkin's writing style is distinct, and I suspect that even the causal watcher would be able to tell that something was wrong. Irreplaceable is a word I would not hesitate to tag on to Sorkin.
*sigh* Losing Buffy is hard enough to take, but this could potentially have an even longer-term impact on my TV viewing habits than the passing of the Slayer.
NP: Liz Phair - Why Can't I
posted by Hanson |
6:33 PM
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Wanker
Vijay Singh is an asshole. It's ironic that he, being of Indian descent, would make such boneheaded and sexist comments. The only use for arbitrary division of male/female sporting competitions is so that women can compete amongst themselves if they want to. If someone like Annika Sorenstam chooses to play with the guys, no one should stop her. True, she may not be at the same level of some of the top male golfers, but the same can be said about the shitty-ass players at the bottom of the tour's money list. By the same argument, you can exclude Asians cos we're "typically" smaller in stature than white guys and black dudes.
Ridiculous.
NP: (nothing)
posted by Hanson |
9:55 AM
Sunday, May 11, 2003
Afternoon Delight
Lets see: it's Sunday afternoon, and I'm doing a stack of pseudo-academic reading about political economy, integrated marketing communication, and the process of buying a business. Yup, it looks like school has started again! I suppose it's a good thing that I managed to sneak the last chapters of Good Omens in there as well. There's nothing more distracting than an impending apocalypse to prevent me from getting my work done.
NP: Flaming Lips - Fight Test
posted by Hanson |
5:38 PM
Friday, May 09, 2003
Hella High and Lowly Low
Shiznit: Death Cab is playing the Vogue on June 10th, with the farewell-ing Dismemberment Plan opening up! Woohoo!!! Tickets go on sale on Friday! My fav band on my home turf: So. Fucking. There.
Shit: Thanks to 4 unanswered Wild goals, the Canucks fell for the third straight game and lost a series that they had a death-grip on. Shame. It ain't Dan's fault, as the first two goals were pure flukes. It wasn't our year anyway... 2006, baby, 2006! We ride 12-year cycles!
Jebus giveth and taketh, I s'pose...
NP: Yo La Tengo - Little Eyes
posted by Hanson |
1:26 AM
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
Choices, Choices
(Buffy shout-out!)
Apparently, June 5th is going to be a day of choices. There's of course, the aforementioned Radiohead big screen show, but then I found out today that Ed Harcourt and Sondre Lerche are playing Richards on the same day! Shitballs. Should I hail to the thief or get my singer-songwriter-on? If they were both live shows, it would be an easy choice: Thom and boyz all the way. However, choosing Radiohead on June 5th means watching a movie screen all night; with Ed Harcourt and Sondre Lerche, they would actually be there in person, playing and singing. Hmm... decisions, decisions.
NP: Liz Phair - Little Digger
posted by Hanson |
12:11 PM
Exit Music (At A Theatre)
Radiohead is coming to the big screen! No, Meeting People is Easy isn't getting a theatrical release nor is there going to be a sequel; actually, Radiohead are broadcasting a show live to theatres across North America on June 5th. For a mere 15 bucks, just a tick above what you'd pay for a movie, you can see a Radiohead show in the comforts of a SilverCity chair.
Hmm... I think I'm going to go. Ha ha! Suck on that, Wing Kee! I get to see Radiohead again (albeit in video form) and yoooooou don't! ;-)
NP: Kasey Chambers - The Captain
posted by Hanson |
12:55 AM
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Yay Fey
The lovely and talented Tina Fey has re-signed with SNL for another two years, meaning that she'll likely be behind the Weekend Update desk for at least that much longer. Not only that, she's also signed a development deal with NBC for a primetime comedy series. Yay, I say! More Fey means a good day!
NP: Liz Phair - Firewalker
posted by Hanson |
7:01 PM
Monday, May 05, 2003
Random Ramblings
** New Pornographer's new one comes out tomorrow. They're also coming here in June. Hmm... I need to listen to Mass Romantic a lil' more.
** Ugh. Crushing defeats are the worst kind.
** I need to learn to sing Complicated as well as Ben Gibbard can.
** Angel season (oh please let it just be that) finale is in 2 days. Can't wait!
** Damn my farts are smelly today.
** Melanie Doane @ The Railway Club on May 12th. Early show to boot. Yay!
NP: Ben Gibbard - You Remind Me of Home
posted by Hanson |
11:37 PM
Sunday, May 04, 2003
There's Never Enough Time
Synapse to Synapse 2.0: Hanson Ho In Many Nutshells has now been officially released. Yay. The project has been scaled back due to time constraints, but a lot of the *cough* "essential" elements of a geek website are up there. I might add new sections if time permits, but looking at my to-do pile, that doesn't seem likely in the short term.
On a completely unrelated note, I just discovered Soulseek. Somebody please clean up the mess I've made.
NP: Postal Service - boot of Austin, TX, 04-08-03
posted by Hanson |
12:30 PM
Friday, May 02, 2003
Great Cex Through The Postal Service
It was either that as the subject, or "The Cex Was Amazing." Either way, it would've been pure Ho. *Ahem*
So, the simplest way to describe last night's sold-out Fitness/Cex/Postal Service show at the Croc was "scrumtrellescent;" yes, it was so good, I had to use a made up word to describe it. From the faux panting of The Fitness to The Postal Service's encore cover of Phil Collin's Against All Odds, last night's show was magical.
I started driving down from Vancouver at about 2:00 pm. After a more-than-full lunch of tofu-and-fish rice with cold milk tea, I got in the Ho Mobile, put on the Postal Service record, and started my drive. I knew I was going to get there (extremely) early, but I didn't want to miss anything because I was held up at the border or in traffic, so I packed Good Omens and a couple boxes of Cracker Jacks, hoping that reading at a coffee shop in Seattle would be just as fun as doing so at home.
The drive down was uneventful, unlike the drive back up (more on that later). The border wasn't busy, but yet I still managed to get myself in the slow lane. That is just so typically me, oh baby baby. Well, actually, come to think of it, the border guy found a shooting target in my trunk filled with bullet holes and asked if I had a gun. I answered "it was from a few months ago when I went shooting," and that no, I didn't have a gun. He believed me, but it also happened to be true, so off I went. During the drive, I stopped at a rest stop to pee and at a Chevron (I think) for gas, and that was basically it.
So, I got to Seattle, or rather the parking lot near the Croc, at a little after 5:00 pm. I had driven around the area looking for cheap night time parking, and I managed to pull my car into a lot where evening parking, defined as 5:00 pm to 7:00 am, costs 7 buck 'merican. Since the lots I saw around were all $9 or $10, I thought I got myself I deal. Not a block down the road though, I found a place that had the same deal for $5. Ack! Ah well... my lot took plastic whereas the other one didn't, and since I didn't have the small bills to fit into the pay slot, I couldn't actually park in the cheap lot.
After checking that all my doors were locked, I took my bag with my book and Cracker Jacks and walked around looking for a coffee shop to sit in and read for two hours. Just two blocks from the venue (and a block from my car), there happened to be a Starbucks. Great, I thought, Starbucks in Seattle... how cliche? So I went in, ordered a venti iced cafe mocha, paid my $3+ or whatever it costs for that thing, parked my ass on a comfy chair and cracked opened Gaiman. Sitting there, drinking a big coffee and reading my book, I thought: I think I might have to pee later!
So, coffee sucked and pages flipped, about an hour passed. By then, I was actually sitting in a not-so-comfy metal chair outside because the light in-door wasn't very good. The Starbucks employee who sold me the coffee and told me where the "bathroom" when he sold me the coffee told me that they were closing soon and that the tables and chairs outside were about to be brought in. Apparently, they close at 6! Mother lovers! I was going to move anyway because the crazy talks-loudly-to-himself guy ten feet from me was beginning to scare me, but that hastened by retreat. Undeterred, I picked up my half-done coffee and walked around looking for another place to do my reading.
Unfortunately, no place that suited my situation surfaced. There was this Tully's Coffee that closed at 7, but I don't think I would've been welcomed there with a competitor's product. Had I know there was a Tully's that closed at 7 near by, I would've gone there. Like the incident with the cheaper parking lot, a little shopping around would've done me good. But screw stopping around! That just isn't me.
I ended up back at my car to kill that extra half an hour. I stretched myself over the back seat and cracked a window: this'll do. About ten minutes in, a cop car pulled into the space three (or two) down from mine. An officer got out, and returned a few minutes later with a cuffed guy whom I presumed was a criminal. I mean, why else would he be cuffed? Kinky sex things aren't done in public anyway... are they? That thought didn't cross my mind then, but even if it did, it wouldn't have altered my action of rolling up the window. Seattle PD.... I didn't know how good they were.
Anyway, killing time was not a crime, and at about 6:45 pm, I was ready to go line up at the Croc (before doors opened) like the good music geek that I am. I brought along a copy of the Georgia Straight that's been sitting in my backseat for the last week or so, and I headed towards the venue. When I got there, about ten or so kids were lining up near the door. I followed suit, and cracked into my Straight. I read an article about The New Pornographers, among others, which was surprisingly not in the music section. At about 7:15, we were let in, a full 15 minutes late.
The Crocodile Cafe, for those of you who has never been there, is a dump: a dump that has hosted a number of cool bands and will continue to do so, but a dump nevertheless. The floor has tiles missing; the ceiling looks as if it hadn't had work done since Truman was president; and the backstage area doubled as a merch booth. I still love seeing shows there, but aesthetically, it was not the nicest of places. To tell you the truth, I actually prefer crappy-looking venues as the decor usually keep the hipsters out. In fact, it is just the type of venue Vancouver needs: cheap, smallish (301 max occupancy, as the sign said), potentially all-ages, and a setup built for live bands. This place usually gets the type of bands that would play the Pic if they were to play Vancouver. Now, if you've been to a show at the Pic, you'd know that it's a crappy venue that's only good if there weren't more than 50 people. The stage is small, and there just isn't much room to stand. It's not even cozy like the Railway Club! But enough of the negativity; I'm here to talk about yesterday, which was all about the positivity.
So ok, I stood near one of the load-bearing posts a few feet from the stage. It was awkwardly placed, and it was one of the few bad things about the Croc. However, I was on the right side of it (right as in correct not right as in "not left"), so I really didn't care. We waited, the twenty or so of us who showed up early, for about an hour, and I got so impatient, I walked around and bought a 12-dollar t-shirt. The colour was a little too bright blue for my tastes, but it fits, and it's cheap, not like the 40-dollar Pete Yorn shirts I saw last week (yawzers!). I stuffed my new purchase into my left pocket. Well, half of it, at least, as the other half dangled like a, uhm, t-shirt stuck half way into a pocket.
When 8:15 approached, the first band took the stage. They were called The Fitness, an apt name considering the way they were dancing around; if they weren't fit, they would be gasping for air after every song. Now, their sound, and pardon my pretentiousness here, is what you would get if you crossed hardcore-influenced indie-rock with electro-clash: thrift-store chic wardrobe, lyrics about partying and sex, two guitars, a synth, a beatbox, and a singer that looked like the little sister of Karen O and Chan Marshall. Theirs is an electronic party music sound that nods its head to the indie rock ethos. They also had a boy-girl singing thing going on, though the girl sang most of the songs. Her vocals screeched as if she were in a punk band, but the lyrics were all about sex, drugs, and more sex. They weren't raunchy, per se, but a certainly level of suggestiveness is expected (and delivered) from a band with a song called "Phone Sex."
The mixture that they had going on actually worked pretty well, and their 35-minute set was very enjoyable. The guy guitarist wore his hat in a sideways-tilted-up manner that made you want to smack him, and he looked a bit too much like one of the dudes from Blink-182, but other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed The Fitness.
About 15 minutes passed before Cex took the stage. Well, he didn't "take the stage" in the normal sense; he actually did his set in the crowd. Yeah, this guy is an interesting fellow. Let me first set the stage for you. So, nearing the end of The Fitness' set, a tall, skinny-looking blond guy with a scruffy looking soul patch walked near the stage and started dancing erratically. He was shouting all sorts of stuff too, and he seemed like the enthused-fan type. When they were done, the soul patch guy left and the touring version of Postal Service, which included Ben Gibbard (of Death Cab), Jenny Lewis (of Rilo Kiley), and Jimmy Tamborello (of DNTEL, pronounced DEN-TELL, as I found out last night) started to set up on stage. Odd, I thought, wasn't Cex supposed to be playing before them?
After they were done, the soul patch guy emerged again, but this time, he took out an old eBook and started setting it up at the end of the stage. After talking to the sound guy for a bit, I concluded that he was either with the band or that he was taping the show with his computer. He fiddled around with the thing, and after pressing a few things, he seemed to be controlling the sound system from the laptop. Oh, I though, this guy might be Cex! Indeed he was, but then another question popped into my head: why didn't he do the set up on stage instead of in the audience area, the business end of the laptop facing the crowd?
It all became clear when he grabbed the mic and started to talk to the crowd. He took off his shirt, and he performed while clothed only in a pair of short, 70s soccer-style shorts that he paid 8 bucks for. He said that he was more like a fan that one of the performers (and that we'll find out after three, two, or one of his songs), so he was going to do his set standing among the crowd. Well, not so much standing, but rather moving and running in among the crowd, telling people to get closer and getting right into people's faces and singing/rapping directly at them. He got really sweaty, and he even got the crowd to hoist him up! After being up there, he got down on the floor, and got the rest of us to follow him down there. By the end, we were all lying on the floor, and some even piled on top of him. It was all very surreal (and cool).
His music? It's a mixture of intelligent dance-floor electronica and rap. His lyrics is "for the people," which included riding bikes, being alone, and sex. His only "instrument" is the laptop, and he rapped over the tracks piped in from his computer. So in a sense, he's doing karaoke with his own music, albeit very energetically and in a very crowd-pleasing manner.
Again, his was party music. I would not put on one of his CDs at home, but I'd definitely go see him live again. He was pure energy, and aside from a heckler who said he was boring her, every one in the crowd was into it. She probably didn't get it because she was old; the dancing around, the call-response, the unorthodox performance: this was fun shit! The Cex was amazing!
So, after that energetic 45-minute set, we got back into our regular fanboy positions as we eager await the evening's headliners. As entertaining as the openers were, I didn't drive down to see them: I drove down to see the muthafucking Postal Service! Because their equipment was already setup, it didn't take long for the band to take the stage.
First, it was my hero Ben Gibbard, dress in a blue dress-shirt with its sleeves rolled up, a black tie, and a pair of regular black pants, he looked the part of a geekish indie-pop star. Then came the pearls-adorned Jenny Lewis in a striped pink and white sleeveless top with a dangly fringe bottom, a classy white blazer, and a pair of white pants, and she was followed by Jimmy Tamborello who wore something not that different from what I was wearing: a brownish t-shirt and dark jeans. The stage was set, the band was on, so let the music begin!
And boy did it. The band played all the songs of their record, Give Up, plus the b-side from the Such Great Heights single, There's Never Enough Time. It was a multimedia experience too, as Nick Harmer (of Death Cab) operated a video projection device which showed videos tailored to each song when they were being performed. The videos even had snippets of song lyrics!
During the show, Ben jumped from the guitar to the drums, often singing the main part and then jumping to the kit to pound the song to an end. It was pretty damn cool! During Human League-esque boy-girl duet Nothing Better, Jimmy did all the instrumentation while Ben and Jenny took the mics out of their stands and sang while dancing with each other in a flirtatious manner. Fitting, if you knew the song. If I had my way, Nothing Better would be a karaoke anthem everywhere. Fuck, if I can sing that song at karaoke, my life would be complete. Anyway, Jenny did a masterful job of filling in for Jen Wood, who did the song with Ben on the album. In fact, I think I prefer her version, but that's probably because I'm a Rilo Kiley fan.
Anyway, given the limited amount of material they had, the show was kinda short, as it clocked in at about an hour and ten minutes in total. They did, however, come back and do an encore of the Phil Collins hit, Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now). At the time, I didn't know what the song was, though I did find it to be eerily familiar. I swear, with all the interesting covers that he's done, Ben should put out a covers record!
So, the show ended satisfactorily at about 11:15, and I started my drive back to Coquitlam, hoping to be home before 2 am. On my way back, four "interesting" things happened, all bad, in some ways. First, I sorta got lost in the downtown core. I recovered, and it only cost me about 5 minutes. Honestly though, did I expect not to get lost? I mean, it's me for fuck's sake! Second, near Bellingham, I was pulled over by a cop. Yeah, flashing lights and sirens and all! Apparently, I was doing 72 mph in a 60 mph zone. Well la dee da! I didn't know 12 mph was such a big deal! Luckily, I got off with a warning, but it had cost me 5 minutes. Oh well: at least it didn't cost me money!
After that came the third "interesting" happen, which occurred at the border. Now, funny things have happened to me at the US/Canada borders before. There was that incident when I laughed while talking to the custom's guy, resulting in a stern "is something funny, sir?" from the too-serious bloke and a little white lie to cover my ass. Then there was the time when I, unknowingly, did air quotes while telling the border guard that I wasn't carrying any "fire arms" or "weapons." I think that's what I said, anyway; all I'm sure is that I used air quotes while talking to customs because we had used it unrelentingly in the few days just previous to that. Anyway, I made an ass out of myself, and that time, I didn't even know I was doing so (usually I knew)!
Anyway, this time, it wasn't anything that colourful. I got to the truck crossing at about 1 am, and there was a line. At 1. A line!! And the van in front of me was stopped for five whole minutes! Shit! It took longer at customs coming back then going there, and I came back at friggin' 1 in the morning!! So, I was driving back from Cloverdale when the fourth thing hit me. Err... actually, I hit it. You see, there were some broken cinder blocks on the road, and I didn't know how big they were, so I just swerved enough to avoid a big one and straddle the other. Apparently, the blocks were quite big, and it made a *bang* sound as it scraped the bottom of my car. Shit, I thought, so I pulled into a gas station to see if anything was leaking. Luckily, nothing was, so I drove home the rest of the way uneventfully.
Despite the delays, I got home at 1:40 am. That means it took less than two and a half hours to get from downtown Seattle to Ho Town Coquitlam, and if the funny things that happened to me along the way, it would've been even quicker! Hehe.... I ain't no speed demon, and I don't feel the need for speed, but getting home in record time still please me.
So yeah, bottom line: Best. Show. This Year.
Also: Longest. Post. Ever. It's probably riddled with spelling, grammar, and other mistakes, but it's too damn long to proofread. Actually, I'm just too lazy because it's so damn long, but you know what I mean. In fact, I doubt anybody would read the whole thing, and anybody who had started reading the thing would probably give up by this point, so I can basically type stream-of-consciousness gibberish like I'm doing now and nobody would notice. So yeah, blah blah blee blee moo moo bing ding!
:-)
PS: yay, OT win!
NP: The Sounds - Seven Days A Week
posted by Hanson |
10:31 PM
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