summertime

means lazy blogging. even lazy viewing of other blogs, which is weird, as it's not like I'm spending less time on the computer or anything. but hopefully I'll get some time on an actual beach this week when I head back to winnipeg for the long weekend. got an advanced dose of the 'peg this weekend at Harbourfront, and chromewaves ably reviews the weakerthans' excellent set-it's nice to see the band veering off of the albums, and letting the songs come alive a little more in person.

summertime means grandiose planning, which continues along at a rapid pace, and hopefully tickets will be on sale in the next couple of days-details will be prominently displayed here, there, and likely elsewhere.

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Dog's Breakfast

In NOW's preview of the (labouriously titled) Salad Days Dog Day Afternoon Festival, promoter Ewan Exall stated pretty clearly at having good intentions to not make yet another Corporate Rock Festival. Though Exall made true on his promise of decent food services and non-five dollar bottles of water, a thorough shakedown of all attendees for any food, drinks, or even water assured that those services would run as a necessity for those in attendance. With a security retinue that included rather comedic wall patroling guards, one had to wonder if we should be expecting performances of a Folsom Prison calibre.

Lucky for a lot of people there, the ticket price was likely close to zero, as things were, reportedley, papered to some degree (one company alone received 200 free tickets, does that signal success?). But enough bitching, I do believe the good intentions, so what about the music?

Said bag check line resulted in me hearing, but not seeing Land of Talk, who sounded as good if not much better than their already acclaimed nxne showcase last month. After securing some premium shade, Wintersleep kept the Dependent crew happy with a sun-soaked set (it is nice seeing these guys out in the sun after so many dank club shows), and Holy Fuck completed the trifecta with perfectly fitting afternoon dance grooves.

And after that? well I couldn't stay, so I'll tag off to (a somewhat apologetic?) Rayner here.

Better luck next time for them, if there is one, that is.

in the heat of the night

the Adorables are beyond adorable. this has been established for some time, but will soon be conclusively proven in our fabulous new podcast, coming straight to you from their living room and kitchen.







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brooklyn

hot man, totally hot.

the post-tournament Karaoke competition, of which I narrowly missed getting pushed onstage to help represent Toronto, featured a stirring winning performance of Journey's Don’t Stop Believin’, but of particular interest was our host's intense breakdown of the Beastie Boys' Get It Together. Now, most of the people in the room, even those that live in the neighbourhood are not from there, but it was still really cool to be where all of this really got going-from hip hop to kickball, this neighbourhood's been way ahead of the game for a long time, and it's a real blast. my only injury of the weekend involved climbing onto the above-pictured roof, but I think the shot was worth it, 'yo.