The Island

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the Trip! it's so insanely busy now that I'm back, combined with Blogger being an asshat that there's not a lot that I can say right now, other than, most notably but also unsurprisingly, it was the unofficial events that made the weekend great.

small towns are tough sometimes, man. but really, for the most part is was quite fun, if not pretty laid back and relaxing. coming back into halifax from the island on a Dash 8 prop plane was, unsettling.

East!

TOMORROW I'm off to the great east coast where I'll be participating in the conference for this year's east coast music awards. I've never been east of montreal so I'm pretty interested in experiencing what it's like out there. Chances of stifling snow squalls are substantial, and I may very well get snowed in well through next week, ya never know out there, apparently. Joel Plaskett is playing many times, that I do know.

I'll be doing a photo essay for the site, but I'm sure I'll have some off-colour remarks here when I get back on monday, if not a report 'from the field'.

whoosh!

COLDHUNT

meant to do a recap yesterday of the special Friday-Winter-NFB Edition MANHUNT that happened in Yorkville, but just ran out of time.

SO, it was my first MANHUNT in a very long time, like, we were all wearing shorts last time I played (some people very short shorts in fact...), but despite the super-freezing temps, it was great to be back. Tomer and I arrived down to the park on Cumberland to find 2 full size camera crews already filming the usual preamble. Lots of strange faces lurking around, and a PA tried to enforce their supplied 'armbands' onto me-got my own, thank you very much.

In a stunning twist of fate, Tomer was picked as the 1st MANHUNTER, which is daunting for any MANHUNT virgin, but especially so with a camera crew watching his every move, all to be seen later on national television. But he did well, and quickly enough caught even me, after I got bored from hanging out on the top level of a parking garage and came back down. I also caught two veteran players, Pete and Thomas, so that was rather satisfying. The results will apparently be airing on CBC's 'The Lens' in March, so stay tuned..

GOGOL!

Eugene Hutz mugs...and mugs...and mugs.

Madness. Sheer and utter madness. As powerful live as Arcade Fire, but more festive. I can see Gogol Bordello's show working incredibly well at big summer festivals, as well as it did inside the cramped drake underground last night. These guys may very well take over the world, it's just so overloaded with universal likeable-ness.

Favourite songs: the one with the washboards, and the one with the pail solo. And Purple, of course!

I feel like I should

say something. it's been an uncomfortable pause, though in real life I really enjoy those with people.

livejournal mode: things are always going to be stupidly complicated-and I only realized this now.

Saw 8 bands this past weekend. Do I feel like talking about them? not so much, but check out this awesome Woodhands shit. dude was fucking great. Everything else I've pretty much seen/written about here before, so I'll hold back.

Sloan Tribute show tomorrah!

leg hurts!

due to the high kicks, I suspect.



high kicks make a good wedding.



high kicks make for sore calves.

match

Caught Woody Allen's Match Point earlier this week and my impression walking out was really positive. The film's a little fatty in parts-an even 2 hours probably could have done it-but otherwise seemed quite finely written, composed and acted. If there was any immediate issue, it was Scarlett Johansson(!), who as playing (and, uh, being) the only American character in the film came of recitative and awkward. But maybe that was the point? I'm not so sure, whereas the rest of the cast is very believable, it's tough to get Johansson as a struggling actress from Colorado. (seeing the Island a couple of weeks ago probably didn't help this).

The film's most defining point is (of course?) its ending, which references Crime and Punishment heavily and is largely (without giving it away) quite surprising. But what is Woody Allen trying to say by wrapping things up in the way he does? The more I think about, the more I might like it less.

hat's off

it came to my attention recently that the owners of the Rex hotel and jazz bar were offered a GIANT, (and I mean GIANT) pile of money to close their current establishment and relocate (all expenses-paid, the story goes) across the street. the developer for the new office tower next door really wanted the whole block, like really badly, but the Rex owners held out, or held off.

with rumblings of the Great Hall now going up for sale further west down Queen, it's great to see that some people are able to hold out against big development.

NEW

today, a new name for here, to hopefully not confuse things with:


THIS BABY.


Your feedback will be much appreciated.


also: Hayden's pretty damn good at bowling.

JBS

took in about 75 minutes (I think) of Just Bohemian Rhapsody last night. much more intense than Just Ace of Spades. it just wears you out after a while. such a saga, over and over!

raucous afterparty. minimal sleep. totally got splashed on way to work this morning. want a Costanza desk.

exclaim! reader's poll

my non-sexual crush on Jon-Rae gets further documentation.



even moreso soon.