Amphetamine Blues

frog music

2005-08-21T14:37:00.000-04:00

I was raised by an English father and a french mother. Dad digs music but he never really pushed his tastes on me. Maman on the otherhand has always made a point of blasting her favourite music, and making fun of my choices. Many of my childhood memories involve myself in the back of Maman's Renault 5 listening to classic french music. That was probably the best way to listen/appreciate french music but not all of you are so lucky.
Here is a list of musicians worth checking out. I promise french music is much better than you have been led to believe.

Serge Gainsbourg: king shit of fuck mountain. He practically sweats womens/sleaze.L'Histoire De Melody Nelson is so good. It's about a love affair he has with a redheaded 14 year old.

Françoise Hardy: Not only is she a total fox but she also wrote all her songs. She married Jacques Dutronc. In terms of albums I'd start off with a best of like this one which focuses on the Vogue Years

Jacques Dutronc: He's my favourite of the bunch (these days )He's so awesome because he's got a sense of humour and he writes for a french audience, this is important because a lot of french musicians would try to copy American rock and shake off their french sensibility by merely translating the American hits(ahem Johnny Hallyday). Dutronc was like "fuck that"(in the frenchest accent possible)I think his song "Il est cinq heur, Paris S'éveille" was voted best french song on one of those list lists.

Boris Vian: Crazy jazz, poet, author, genius type. Hated Americans. Wrote "Le Deserteur" which is one of the best anti war songs I've ever heard.

Jacques Brel: no doye. Not only did he sing but he also acted. gives me goosebumps.

Georges Brassens, Leo Ferré, Edith Piaf...they all make the grade

do it right.

2005-07-30T17:28:00.000-04:00

Sabbath Rules (yeah I know) but seriously do you like to get high and hang out in your room sometimes? Same here. Thing is you always need a good soundtrack to accompany the chilling or else you're just another dipshit thinking about the universe while listening to that tired old Radiohead/Marley(legend...gross)/Sublime album. Fear not Black Sabbath is here to accompany you on your 45min zone out. Yes it's all here, the highs, the lows, the whatever you needs (had to follow through with the rhyme). I know I know, Sabbath is a classic but be honest when was the last time you sought out Paranoid from your record collection? Exactly. Now go dig it up right now, get your five ft. bong or whatever and fucking indulge in the awesomeness.
To escape the inevitable burn out I recommend putting on Songs For the Deaf because it continues on the stoner metal path but it's amped up and perfect predrink-hanging out with pals music. Or if you really want to get crazy why not fucking quit the bullshit and march right into the world of Iron Maiden's(pronounced I-Ron May-Don) Number of the Beast . Now that's how you get the wrecking ball swinging.

Ari Up and the True Warriors or How I foolishly spent 15 dollars on Canada Day 2005

2005-07-06T13:15:00.000-04:00

I have always admired the Slits because they were bad ass teenagers who wrote really cool music that carried an interesting message. In fact I think everyone should own their album Cut because it's a classic, it's fun to dance along to and really what more could you ask for from a band? That being said, when my friend Lily called me up and told me that none other than Ari Up from the Slits was coming, with her new band the True Warriors, to Sneeky Dee's I knew I what I had to do. So we went. Ari Up has been out of the spotlightfor 26 years _so to speak because the Slits weren't around for that long and when they were around they weren't Massive 2001 or anything like that so the term spotlight should be taken lightly_ so she's been living in Brooklyn, and Kingston *Jamaica*. You'd think she would have oh I don't know moved on from the Slits, made new music/grown as a musician. Oh no my friends, Ms.Up devoted most of her stage banter to point out her time in the Slits and telling us to buy her old records. We get it you were in the slits, fuck. When she wasn't busy pimping her old albums, she was asking the front row dipshits to join her on stage. We looked away in embarrasement. Butchering is a good word for what ensued. Was it cool to hear Slits songs played live? Yeah, sort of. I don't know the whole experience made me feel confused and embittered. At least the New York Dolls took the high road.

MORE FUN WITH TH BLOGSPOT RANDOMIZER

2005-07-06T00:28:00.000-04:00

Horsehater - Wow! This site wins for most hilarious blog of the year!

Livin and Lovin - A housewife in Iowa discusses her daily wants, needs, peeves and raves. Read about her adventures with the IRS, Wells-Fargo, greedy garage mechanics and people who fuck up her chi when she's driving.

Unorthodox Jew - You'll be schvitzin when you read the inflammatory words of this young, disgruntled former Orthodox Jew. He talks about "The Big Jewish Lie"...can you believe the gall of this pisherke? If only my Zeydie were alive today. You want I should tell you more? Oy. He's got a source named "Deep Nose" in the right wing Jewish community who's been divulging some secrets...but if I told you, I'd have to maybe kill you?

RANDOM BLOGSPOT REVIEWING ADVENTURES

2005-06-27T21:31:00.000-04:00

Ladies and soccer balls courtesy of Hotel-Estoi.

We The Students: An almost religious proclamation by Baylor College students of their rights , which reads more like a slightly underhanded pitch for some plan suspiciously titled "Vision 2012".

A Loft For Thoughts This blog is brilliant. It's like housewife fiction all of a sudden became about romance for ideas rather than Fabio. They should make a novel out of this blog, and keep all the ethereal pictures, but leave out all the missing vowels. The rule is that you'll have to read it starting from the end. o the author known to me only as Life In A Facade", I salute you!

Mandlebrot's Order From Chaos: A concerned American citizen who describes himself as "recovering Republican" speaks his mind, to agreable results. He has kind words of praise for those famous, powerful people he likes and measured but venemous attacks on those he doesn't. Oh, and he happens to be a huge fan of world-class professional sports.

Road of the President: Ever read William Carlos Williams poems? Those little banal stanzas that had nothing to do with anything? It's like he was reincarnated as a blog and his pixie dust turned into 0s and 1s to creat these fucked up poem statements...and corrected with a Cyclical Redundancy Check each time.

Dear Addie Vise: Are you an old rich woman who needs to keep thosepesky children out of your living room full of antiques? Having dating issues? Addie Vise will save your ass this week from your sophisticated but G-rated cunundrums and mishaps...not to be confused with Addie Vice, her alter ego who can help you with more graphic predicaments.

YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES AS EXPERIMENTAL VIDEO SPOOFS : VOLUME ONE

2005-06-23T16:30:00.000-04:00

Marco Polo

Pong

Cycling

WHAT THE SHIT?

2005-06-12T23:42:00.000-04:00

Ok, check this out...it's the fun and wacky world of...AUTOMATED BLOGGING????

Jesus! Even the links on this site just direct you to more generic google links! What is the purpose of this absurdity? I thought blogging was supposed to be highly humaistic. But this is just beyond misuse of the blogosphere. This is a waste of a precious resource! And to think, someone is subjecting our children to this trash? Makes me wanna go out and win the lottery so I can sue the pants off these people.

But if I look at it from the bright side, it proves that there are still people stupid enough to engineer this kind of technocratic idiocy, thus making our blog here at Amphetamine Blues all the more appealing.

PLEASE TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF

2005-06-07T15:11:00.000-04:00

Ok, this Gurmant Grewal guy who's been all over the news lately for his supposed political covert operations in the House of Commons? The dude who says he's got "damning" evidence on audio tape of the Liberals trying to buy his leverage during last month's budget vote? To recap what's happened since these tapes were made public: The Liberals say that Grewal approached them on his own volition, and his own party claims that he was on an intelligence crusade to expose the Liberals of ethics infringements. There were problems with the audio tapes, and one large section of it appears to be missing. As of yesterday, Grewal has gone on "stress leave", but not after causing a stir with airport security when he tried to deliver a package over an Air Canada domestic flight without boarding the plane. This shit is only getting weirder. About one hour ago today (2pm ET) a writer named Don Hauka of the "feisty" B.C. news mag The Tyee published his own strange story of Gurmant Grewal and a series of tapes from an unrelated event in 1995, back when Grewal first tried to run as a (wait for it)...Liberal candidate in the provincial election. Turns out this guy has a history of two things: 1) Making attempts to run for the Liberals; and 2) Associating himself with politics, lies and audio tape...oh, and another one... 3) advising third world revolutionary dictators and U.S. Republican senators.

Read the article here and try to calm down when you're done. Your head can only spin for so long.

I think this whole Grewal business only goes to show that no matter how much one party accuses another of corruption, both parties are just as shady as politics can allow, and then some, and if you want to, all kindsa dirt can be lifted off these people and their nasty, under the table tomfoolery.

Long live the Green Party, the only national party yet to be untainted by the cynical demystification process of official party status in the House of Commons.

WHAT'S A MATTA WITH YOU PUSSIES???

2005-06-06T20:54:00.000-04:00

Ok, where the fuck did we go? We have neglected our dwindling audience by reducing ourselves to low posting rates that the Dead Livejournal Community is catching up to us. We've got to step it up, Amphetamine Blues.com! Go team!

M.I.A and LCD Soundsystem @ Opera House, Toronto, Ontario

2005-05-23T18:58:00.000-04:00

This isn't so much a review but I an attempt to reclaim my fading memory.
Holy shit what a good show. Maybe it was the multiple beers I consumed before, during and after the show but shit came together on saturday night for sure. To begin with M.I.A brought the fucking fun tenfold. I can't really remember what song she opened with or the order of her set for the life of me, but what I can remember is the wonderful feeling I got dancing to her fly tunes. It was like so much the fun. LCD Soundsystem was like being slapped in the face with Music! Whenever I listen to the album on my own time it's like yeah this shit sounds good but I wanted more. Live it was everything I ever want out of a band: the same same songs I know and love but different and really loud. You know how sometimes you'll go to a show and the band will play the songs but as you stand there you begin to notice your legs are tired or the coat in your hand is a real pain in the ass and you should have probably checked it at the door when you got in but you were too lazy/cheap to do so and figured it wouldn't be such a pain once you were inside and you had a beer and the band was playing? Well at this show that never Fucking happened. Also everyone around me was dancing up a sexy storm which only added to the experience. All in all I will make a point of seeing those two bands whenever I have the option to do so. I also feel everyone should do the same unless they are foolish and boring.

Gabe Knox: A Musical History

2005-05-02T01:12:00.000-04:00

I went to an Arts High School, so unfortinately, my musical history isn't as crisp and clean as Stevos...although I played with lots of different people doing lots of different things, I played in very few bands, per se - only one in fact - and in two incarnations we only played one show. And my mom was there.

The first incarnation of the abysmally named Stoic was me on bass, Oliver Bair on lead vocals and guitar, this guy Owen that wasn't long for the band on riddim guitar, and Tony Nesbitt-Larking on drums. Both Tony and Oliver were very gifted in different ways; Tony had a prodigious talent to make sense of my ramblings about how drums should sound ("yeah, like it need sto drive more, push the beat, guy"), but he never got it in his head to not keep tapping the fucking bell of his cymbal at every oppertunity. I would be playing my bass and getting into a serious "thing" and the sound of that fucking bell would cut into my ears like a knife. Oliver is a seriusly amazing guitarist with a pretty good ear for music, but an absolute refusal to play anything that in his mind sounded like anyone else. I on the other hand, was a miserable 15 year old with a serious inferiority complex, and a million good ideas and riffs that never turned into songs. We had jams that kind of turned into songs (including one collection of bluesy riffs that we clocked in at 17 minutes). We were supposed to play a new year's show with local crustypunkers laughing sam's dice, but that fell through when their lead singer lost his voice. That incarnation of the band died in Tony's bedroom when I told him I didn't want to play his crappy songs (hence my miserable tag) and Oliver silently agreed.

A few months later we got Mike Lobel in on drums, who honestly couldn't have been a better drummer for all of us. He was even better than Tony at taking direction, liked (and got) all of our songs, and almost always sided with me in arguments. Oh boy were there arguments. We got a new guitarist Alex P. who was really into synths and sequencers and kind of had no use for either Mike or myself (I beleive his philosophy was that our instruments weren't necessary thanks to modern technology), so, already feeling fairly marginalized to begin with, I started getting really paranoid. Oliver got a sequencer (the craptacular mc-303 groovebox), and that was about the time that the screaming matches and headfucks started between me and Oliver. Actually, that's not entirely true. The sequencer days were probably some of the best we had. We managed to sound great for a while. We had a couple of memorable tunes that integrated organic and electronic sounds. For a while I was happy. I even brought in a full on song (kind of) that Alex was way into (yay!).

Then the Korg Triton reared its ugly head. Oliver spent $4000 on this peice of shit workstation (in the past year, I have found its purpose, but really we had no idea how to use it back then). More and more, our parts had been cut out in favour of pulsating, ungulating industrial-lite beats that sounded like a kid playing a general MIDI Garbage song off the internet at 110bpm. Basically, it sounded like a barage of awful. Oliver and I spent the next few months screaming at each other about how the other guy wrote things that didn't sound like songs. The band fizzled out without playing a real gig (we always wanted to wait until "we were ready to blow people away off the bat" - Oliver)...guess what. Never happened

Oliver moved to London after highschool and Alex has since gone to med school in Romania. I beleive Mike is acting or something now.

Q:What's white and slides down a bathroom stall?

2005-04-21T22:54:00.000-04:00

A:George Michael's latest release of course.

Seriously though, Friday night CFRC's Dance to the Underground hooking up the Kids on TV and some awesome DJs from Ottawa* for your listening pleasure
@ FUBAR (above le strip palace Shakers Lounge. Kingston, Ontariooooooo)

*I know bitch move but I'm not 100% on their names so deal with it.

hover-dancing

2005-04-21T22:34:00.000-04:00

This is my new favourite thing. A moonwalking bird man. It'll totally brighten your day if you're having a shitty one, otherwise it'll only make it that much better. Wouldn't it be so awesome if the bird had a little walkman or something? Perhaps I'm thinking about this too much, but c'mon, the goddamn bird is hover-dancing on branches. When was the last time you hover-danced on a branch? That's what I thought.

2005-04-17T12:11:00.000-04:00

2005-04-16T23:29:00.000-04:00

now your turn

STUDIO MAINTENANCE : PART ONE

2005-04-15T17:01:00.000-04:00

a summary of what i learned in class yesterday, delivered by the groundbreaking (no pun intended) tom mccartney of T.M. ELECTRONICS...

the following materials are necessary for cleaning studio equipment:

1) 99% ISOPROPYL ALCOHOL
- highly effective in cleaning tape machine heads (and memory card connectors...see "Caig DP5" below)
- do not use rubbing alcohol as a substitute, as it is composed of 65% water. if you have nothing else handy, you can use METHYL HYDRATE.

2) LACQUER THINNER
- melts plastic and removes paint from surfaces
- highly effective for cleaning bits of stuck tape off of tape heads
- substitute: ACETONE

3) GLASS AND PLASTIC CLEANER
- but DO NOT USE WINDEX OR FANTASTIK!!! both products have high ammonia content, which is very acidic and abrasive. it will take molecular layers off of whatever you're cleaning.
- use PLASTEX instead

4) CAIG DP5 (as part of the Audio/Video survival kit)
- this is a blocking polymer or a conductive liquified plastic
- put a couple of drops on a mascara brush and run it up and down patch bay jackplug sockets. it will remove any grease or dirt that may be disrupting signal flow between your jacks and the sockets.

* can also be used, in combination with isoprpyl alcohol and a pencil eraser, to clean and strengthen memory card connector tips

5) TOILET BOWL CLEANER
- a mild abrasive used for cleaning ceramics, you can use this to clean the capstan shaft on a tape machine.
- the capstan shaft absorbs heat from the skidding of analog audio tape as it tries to get up to speed. this leaves marks on the capstan shaft and can cause problems with sync.
- put some Vim on a small cloth (but NOT COMET which is far too abrasive). disengage the pinch roller on your tape machine and place a business card in the light gate so that the reels and its associated parts start rolling. clean the capstan as it rolls, but be sure to avoid excess, as it will seep into the motor and cause the ball barings to erode! when it's all done, clean the shaft with some isopropyl alcohol.

6) GUN OIL
- excellent for coating fader conductors, as it is a non-migrating oil.

7) COTTON SWABS
- DO NOT USE QTIPS!! MAKE SURE THEY HAVE WOODEN HANDLES!! the cotton on qtips is too loosewound, first of all, but more importantly, lacquer thinner runs through the cotton and starts to melt the plastic handles undreneath, causing melted plastic to seep onto the bits of plastic you're trying to clean off tape heads.

8) DOE or LAMB SKIN SWAB
- a necessity when cleaning digital recorder heads, for the reason that leather has no fibre. sometimes the actual head itself is a tiny dot on a larger mechanism, and if a material like cotton got stuck in the device, it could snap the head right of when tape starts rolling and it'll cost you $800 to replace it.

more to come next week...

2005-04-14T17:56:00.000-04:00

I have an exam on the 19th. This is the essay topic:

Anne Brenon (a medieval historian) had this to say:

"Since Catharism was eliminated from history by the Catholic Church, a Crusade, and the Inquisition, it is as if a layer of shame and oblivion had been cast on the descendents of the Cathars. It was covered up and we had to wait until the 19th century for the rediscovery of Catharism[...]Inquisition is at the root of all modern totalitarianism and to forget the Middle Ages is not a good plan for the future. We need to understand where today's roots of intolerance come from"
Write a reflective essay of approximately 1000 words on the above statement. You may broaden your answer to include Medieval Heresy in gnereral if you wish.

DRUM N FREEBASSIN' CONCRETE JUNGLIST

2005-04-11T21:30:00.000-04:00

music is out of control. i walk down the street and see that it's taking over everyone's lives. in toronto, for instance, it's very fashionable to be a big drum n bass head or junglist. but beyond that, it's considered some kind of art form to make it your life. toronto seems to be full of all these kids running around wearing head to toe camo gear looking for the next "party"...but has anyone listened to the music lately? i mean really LISTENED to it and not just blasted it loudly from their car stereo or danced to it in a sweaty room full of e-tards in high school?

granted, guys like Calibre and High Contrast have been putting some good stuff together, and my friend 0=0 is doing an excellent job at killing the genre with his Synaptic Plastic label, possibly the only forward thinking record label in Toronto, a city where everyone seems to be stuck in that late 90's post-rave haze. but overall, drum n bass and jungle are no longer the music of the future. just because they have "the big sound" and "the drops are sick" doesn't mean it's any better than it was five years ago. i don't claim to be an expert, but having given the music a go for a couple of years now, i'm totally unimpressed by the vast majority of tracks i hear. every drum n bass and jungle track is a dub copy of the last one. it's just plain out boring.

i like what James Murphy says about the new LCD Soundsystem album. to paraphrase from an interview i read recently: "i didn't want to make a collection of dancefloor hits for 2005. i wanted the record to have longevity to it." TADA! finally, someone in the electronic world said it! and did it! he put all kindsa tunes on this album, a few of them very relaxed and uncharacteristic of what you'd typically expect from a dancefloor producer. because you just can't dance all the time. sometimes the party has to stop and you have to think about who you are and reflect upon what you're doing with your life. you can't do that if the beats are blasting endlessly.

solution: why don't drum n bass artists, and for that matter, all dancefloor artists (forget about jungle, though, shit done killed itself already) start thinking about whether or not people are going to listen to their music in a few years time instead of the month or two that their disc spins in the clubs? why make disposable crap when you could take all those wonderful creative elements you've been working hard to establish into music for fifteen years and make some classics? and not just a five minute classic, but a whole album's worth?

and ditch the fuckin' camo bullshit. it does a terrible job of hiding the fact that you're a candy-kid who still hasn't grown up yet.

oh, and indie kids: don't think you're gettin off easy. the next post is about you and how you're just liek the idiot junglists, except you've got a bloc party record under your arm.

2005-04-11T11:10:00.000-04:00

Patriotism has its pros and cons. I'll leave it to you, trusted reader, to decide which category this music video falls into.
One of these days we're going to have to sit America down and have a heart to heart cos this is getting out of control.

Tony, will you do me a kindness?

2005-04-08T10:51:00.000-04:00

God Bless the Winnebago man. He's so goddamn angry it's amazing. Swearing has never been so awesome.
winnebago man outtakes
"you're disturbing what's left of my brain"
also can you imagine being Tony the PA (or whatever) on the one hand he was probably like "fuck this guy" but on the other hand I bet he had to bite down on his cheeks because he couldn't stop laughing.

2005-04-02T10:04:00.000-05:00

Danger_Zone's 5 minute post.

Saw Queens of the Stone Age: booze and pot made me lightheaded and woozy in the middle of the floor. angry-young-man sweat touched my skin and reminded me of going to shows in highschool.

Dirty Bingo on thursday awesome as usual. Shirley came out with some wicked insults including my favourite "I'll set you on fire"

Ted's Collision was was really awesome last night. They play their music loud and the beer is cold. Also they have a fine selection of weird rockers which is great when you've been drinking and you're looking for trouble *as I generally do*

killer cherry pie and laura palmer

2005-03-26T02:49:00.000-05:00

Alright I'll admit it I was a little to slow to realize this but damn Twin Peaks is amazing.
Anyone who has not watched Twin Peaks must do so immediately. Holeeee shit. Every ten minutes you're like "oh man it's totally that guy" and the next minute it's "no it can't be that guy it has to be the crazy brie/baguette man, but wait he just got back from Paris so forget it." and so on and so on.
Kyle MacLachlan is so good. He is the King of quirky FBI detectives. I will now go to bed haunted by the song that plays through the show and trying to figure out how the midget and the one-armed man are connected somehow (possibly through dreams or red high heels and a girl named Audrey)

the strange hierarchy of death (in no particular order)

2005-03-20T20:05:00.000-05:00

Read this article think about it for a few minutes, then read this
article. I guess the sanctity of life only seems to matter once in awhile.
Oh and if you really want you can read this page and, if you've made it this far, you may as well read this one

MONTHLY EXPERIMENT WITH GUY STEVOS

2005-03-17T18:15:00.001-05:00

welcome...

before we start today's program i'd like to thank our good friend torontoist josh for his own experiment involving our good friend and all round wonderful plant, salvia. we're definitely looking toward more contributions from josh. he's our most dedicated man in the field...

this month we indulge in an audio experiment. i was stoned for this, yes, but it just proves that i can learn more about audio in 10 minutes while baked at home than i can during a full thursday at school. and i even learned a bit about biology in the process!

and now, on with the experiment!

purpose:
to test self-recognition in animal hearing.

materials:
stereo electret condenser mini microphone w/ switchable pickup patterns of up to 120deg
high quality handheld minidisc recorder
foldback headphones with good wattage amps
cat

procedure:

.1 place the cat in position of comfort. if necessary, have a third party pet the cat so as to avoid disturbing the experimental space. continue until the cat purrs, but be sure not to start recording until the purring is approaching its strongest. (this is what a cat purring at its strongest sounds like.)

.2 record at 120deg and place microphone in various positions until maximum efficiency in recording is achieved. note that cats are prone to bat their noses at closely hovering objects, so make sure to keep a lick of space between the cat and the mic and be ready to pull back rapidly when it most certainly nudges you.

.3 replay the recorded material to the cat through headphones. do NOT play at high volumes and DEFINITELY DO NOT put the phones directy over the cat's ears. leave some space between the cat's ears and the headphone foldbacks. if you do not follow this method, you could deafen the cat and make the experiment go "kaput!".

results:
inconclusive

observations:
if the cat recognized its own voice, we have no way of knowing. during the experiment, the subject was unmoved and utterly lacking curiosity even at the headphones lurking around its ears. we had no brain monitors attached to the cat so we have no data concerning the biochemical activity in the cat's brain, and thus, all we can determine is absolutely nothing conclusive. what a shame.

however, we are well aware of our experimental limitations. such things were planned for. we know now what we must do for the next experiemtn to succeed.

the main problem was that our headphones did not have enough power to overcome the masking effect, which states that when one sound of a certain quality comes into contact with a similar sound, the louder sound will mask the quieter one. we are almost positive that this happened. we shall repeat this experiment but will include a better pair of headphones.

signed,

dr. guy stevos (head clincian), department head of animal psychology and outrageous audio experiments, university of spetzel college

dr. aaronius gurvatron (assistant head clinician), professor of modern dissassociative felinity, university of spetzel college

for our earlier experiments, refer here.

Volume, Volume

2005-03-16T23:46:00.000-05:00

If you're like me, you frequently go out into your backyard and burn a pile of money. Next time you're planning on doing this, why not buy a MIDINES for $100? It's a NES cartridge that turns everybody's beloved childhood toy/babysitter into a synthesizer...Actually, the NES' great square waves might make for some good Grime music

Just promise me you'll make better music than the demo songs

Actually I take that back...that demo song rules

obsessiveegomania

2005-03-14T17:33:00.000-05:00

Many of you may have figured this out already but just in case you haven't I am a fan of David Cross

Checklist:
All 4 seasons of MrShow on DVD - Check
Let America Laugh DVD - Check
Bootleg copy of Run Ronny Run - Check
Episodes of Aqua Teen Hunger Force where David supplies his voice - check
Shut Up You Fucking Baby - Check
It's Not Funny - Check
Random comedy night bootleg - Check
Began watching Arrested Development because of David Cross - check

Why the fuck am I writting this junk? Well other than making me realize how fucking lame ass / obessesive I am, this article got me thinking about how I am such a cliché leftie twenty something university student with too much time on her hands. Actually the only reason I wrote this was because I wanted to elaborate on my obsessiveness and self-obsessiveness. Perhaps I should begin to worry about this ego issue. On the otherhand, maybe not.

Funny story I totally saw the man in question 2 years ago in the East Village, but like the time I saw Jon Stewart on St.Thomas in Toronto I just walked right by. I think he was trying to figure out where to eat with his pretty redheaded girlfriend. Seriously what was I supposed to do?: "uuuhhhhmmm....yeah....hi. I'm a huge fan. Mr.Show rules. you are funny?" I mean come on that shit is lamer than hanging out with Milhouse's dad.

blanket statement to keep you warm at night

2005-03-10T15:17:00.000-05:00

So you'd think this minor detail would have been dealt with sooner.

Reminds me of what David Cross said:

"Fighting a war against terrorism is like fighting a war against jealousy."

Keeping The Faith

2005-03-09T12:25:00.000-05:00

While I generally think Mods are like vain Trekkies, there's something commendable about these girls. I mean, you can't just throw on a t-shirt and jeans and hope to have them make you bacon and eggs in the morning. You really have to be on your game like all the time. On the other hand, is wasting all that time and money on scooter accessories and soul 45s really worth it?

Anyway, I couldn't think of a way to segue into the real reason for this post, which is to call attention to http://www.northernsoulradio.co.uk/. It plays obscure black music from the 60's all the time, and if you listen to it long enough, you start to look like this girl

Casio is the FuBu of Nerds

2005-03-07T14:05:00.000-05:00

If you're going to start a band with synthesizers in it, I suggest you buy this off of eBay for a measly CAD$230 right away. It's called a CZ-1000 made by Casio in the 80's. People don't really want it because it isn't true analog, but it still sounds really cool, and there are a million nerds on the internet that have made software to get the most they can out of their cool looking old synthesizer they bought with the money they made at computer camp. Just check out http://www.cosmosynthesizer.de/ to see all the crazy sounds you can get out of it if you don't beleive me .

http://cgi.ebay.ca/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=38071&item=7306398358&rd=1

AYY MAMA!

2005-03-07T02:04:00.000-05:00

don't you just love your mother? i love my mine. she came to town this weekend on business, the one time a year they throw money at her for an afternoon of easy work, and she spent it all on me! steaks from fine shops were cut and grilled into pies of blood, ice cream and strawberries consumed by the gallon and vodka shared in the after dinner twilight. and she even cleaned my bathroom and fed the cat!

i think my mom should sublet here over the summer. considering all the rapacious bullshit she traverses through every day in the confines of a university dental school in the middle of the prairies, she could use a few months of rock n' roll life with her little baby boy.

i'd offer her weed but she's probably have a heart attack.

****

oh, and danger_zone forgot to include one album on the Soundtrack to the Apocalypse round up that i have taken the liberty to add to the list myself.

Slayer - Soundtrack to the Apocalypse

"Without a doubt the single greatest metal band ever to scorch this infinitely unworthy earth. Slayer truly are the Christopher Walken of thrash."

from Rockn World.

shaking all over

2005-03-05T13:50:00.000-05:00

There has been some talk on this here internet that our beloved Hunter S. did not pull the trigger on himself. Quoi?
Turns out he was writing an article on the WTC and found some information that didn't make ye old American government happy. It's amazing how blatant those government folks can be.
When I first found out about his death I figured you know he was sick of shit but then reading that he predicted that the powers wouldn't be too impressed with his findings and that his death would be made to look like a suicide makes my stomach turn. What was the information that may or may not have got him killed? I love a good mystery but this one leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Last night I watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Armageddon. Now I'm not one to use words like "binary opposition" but man that watching those two movies back2back was mad binary opposition.

CLAP FOR THE WOLFMAN

2005-03-04T22:32:00.000-05:00

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die

Do Ron Ron and the Duke of Earl
They were friend's of mine
I was on my moonlight drive
Snuggled in, said "baby, just one kiss"
She said "no, no, no"
Romance ain't keepin' me alive
I said "hey babe, do you want to coo, coo, coo"
She said "uh, uh, uh"
So I was left out in the cold
I said "you're what I've been dreamin' of"
She said "I don't want to know"
(Wolfman Jack: "Oh you know, she was diggin' the cat on the radio")

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
(WJ: "Yes baby, I your doctor in love")
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
(WJ: "Everybody talkin' about the Wolfman's pompitous of love")

Seventy five, eighty miles an hour
She hollers "slow, slow, slow"
"Baby I can stop right on a dime"
I said "hey baby, give me just one kiss"
She said "no, no, no"
But how was I to bide my time
I said "Hey baby, do you want to coo, coo, coo"
She said "uh, uh, uh"
Said I'm about to overload
I said "you're what I've been livin' for"
She said "I don't want to know"
(WJ: "Oh, you thought she was digging you but she was digging me")

...the last Guess Who hit from 1974. it's gone down in the books as a rock n' roll classic. i figured it was appropriate for this post because of Danger Zone, our administrator on this here blog, and her quest to put together all the songs played by the Wolfman character on The Hilarious House of Frightenstein.

speaking of rock n' roll classics, i witnessed one of those historic moments last night. read my review of The Zoobombs show
at The Eclectic Sound Basement.

Soundtrack to the Apocalypse

2005-03-04T12:51:00.000-05:00

In light of recent events and books like Left Behind I've been thinking about the Apocalypse a lot. You know these things are important. So today I've decided to figure out what albums would be vital in the Mad Max type world. Again these things are important.
Ok so picture it. You've stolen a truck because a car just wouldn't cut it in a post apocalyptic world. And in this truck you've got a cd player. You don't want to burden yourself with a ton of cds cos there's no space for that. THe decisions you make will affect you for the rest of the journey *or until you get your truck stolen which would undoubtly happen unless you were smart enough to learn how to street fight and shoot guns*
Ok so here goes:

The Rolling Stones - Exile On Main St.
No fucking question here. The ultimate post-apocalyptic album. It fits into any situation, makes you feel like a bad ass and is good music to get drunk to. Getting wasted is a big part of post apocalyptic earth, you know cos life is shit.

Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run
So this album is to be used when you've been driving for hours and hours, you're running low on food and water, and you don't know where you're going basically shit is looking grim. Then BAM! You listen to Springsteen's awesomely epic tracks and you remember why you're still alive and you've got to keep going.

Motorhead - Ace of Spades
This album will be used when you feel insecure and you think you're just not tough enough to make it but you are and Motorhead is here to remind you. Get Confident, Stupid!

A really good Motown compilation (the longer the better)
Ok so this is necessary because no roadtrip can be enjoyable without some good songs to sing along with. Morale is key.

Notorious B.I.G - Life After Death
This is a key album because it's really long and tough. You think being nice to people is the way to survive? You ass is grass man. After the initial shock that the world is officially fucked people are going to drop the being nice act (well I guess we've never ever been nice but you know what I mean)

Bob Dylan - Blonde On Blonde
The lyrics are good and you can spend a lot of time analyzing what he's trying to say. An intellectual endeavour, a way to fight off boredom. Oh yeah that's another thing. Life is going to be really boring after shit goes down. A lot of "ok we need to get water. shit there's no water here let's wander. Shit this town is fucked. Shit. I'm bored."

Ok that's all I can really think of for now. You got any ideas

2005-03-03T11:24:00.000-05:00

Here's a link to an article written by Gavin McInnes about the rise of conservative youths
I've been put off by the left a number of times but still I push on knowing that compasssion beats being a total fuck who only gives a shit about him/herself. I like the idea of being able to work shit out with discussion. And there is really nothing better than a good leftie/rightie fight (for like 10mins) and then getting wasted an forgetting about it.

I watched Salaam Bombay! last night. rent this motherfucker asap.

it came to me in a dream

2005-02-27T13:04:00.000-05:00

this is my latest adventure in Mix.

Gymnastics For Beginners.

Feel Good Hit of the Summer - Queens of the Stone Age
This Modern Love - Bloc Party
Wake Up - Arcade Fire
Across 110th Street - Bobby Womack
Anthems For a Seventeen Year Old Girl - Broken Social Scene
Alone Again Or - Love
Too Hurt To Cry - Candi Staton
Lovely Day - Bill Withers
Da Funk - Daft Punk
Mystery Train - Elvis Presley
Reach Out in the Darkness - Friend and Lover
Random - Lady Sovereign
Satellite of Love - Lou Reed
Jimmy Mack - Martha and the Vandellas
I Turn You On - Latin Breed
Alles Sehen - Ellen Allien
Tiny Cities Made of Ashes - Modest Mouse
Sit Down, Stand Up - Radiohead
Shattered - The Rolling Stones
The End Has No End - The Strokes

We'll be ok I promise.

2005-02-24T12:32:00.000-05:00

Hunter S. Thompson blew his brains out this weekend. I guess it only makes sense I mean how could someone like Thompson live today? Maybe we're going through a transitional phase, as in all the past greats are going to fizzle out and we'll just have to wait a bit for some new ones. People are going to come out of the cracks and bring back some legitimacy and madness to our weird times. Fuck those talking heads on entertainment/music lists that plague the airwaves with their stupid bullshit banter. I hate lists so much it makes my eyes bleed.

Sweet Hunter S. Thompson how you rule so much

Also, how can I miss a past that I never lived through? perhaps I've just answered my own question.

There's nothing you can do that can't be done

2005-02-19T14:22:00.000-05:00

Just more proof that anything you could ever come up with in a million years has already been done, and is on the internet with nifty instructions. Break into your old elementary school and steal all the commodore 64's and make synthesizers out of them. instructions here

http://www.ucapps.de/

NIGHT OF THE LIVING HOTELS REVISITED

2005-02-16T23:33:00.000-05:00

i wrote a post a couple months back that expressed my slight disaste for this toronto trend that calls for artist/commerce types to give 19th century hotels a surprise make-over, kick out the bums who now inhabit the once prominent hotel, and send in the "hip" clowns to party away in a mutli-room environment. a recent happening has brought me back to thinking about this topic again.

i like the way the gladstone is going, that ain’t too bad. with that huge "ballroom", it's got a nice "open format", we could say, and its main bar is to die for. the crowd is a little more on the downtrodden end and it's seems like it'd be a good place to get a little too drunk for your own good. but the drake is utterly ridiculous. people are already treating it like it's a toronto institution, yet the drake as we know it has only just celebrated its first anniversary.

hold your horses, kids. it looks to me like the drake's money is in appealing to the more wealthy, working types who love to schmooze after a day at the office, the kind who like to stand around looking stylish and act all cool cause they're at the drake and not at the office. everyone there is really good looking and can dress well. now, there's nothing wrong with that, boys and girls, but we can't set our expectations too high. for the most part, babe, this place ain't for you and me.

i have yet to dine in the "sky yard" (wow, i can see so much sky in this picture it's like i'm flyyyyying) or dining room, but i figure i'll be able to afford that once a year by 2017. i've been to the lounge on the first floor, and i'm prompted to stand outside of its glass door entrance and hit people before they go inside...and when they come out too. i've never been to a "seriously amazing" party at the drake (mainly because they don't have them there), nor have i ever had dinner with gary busey there, and i certainly don't intend to spend the night in there.

i hope that i never go there with a thousand dollars and get really smashed, because i'll end up in a "crash pad" or "den" which both look way too space odyssey for me to sleep in. although the futurist space ship theme might have its soothing moments if they had a huge vagina of a fan built into the wall or something.

the "underground" (which looks as if it was decorated by your aunt margaret after her inspiring visit to vegas) is an embarrassment. it's meant to be some pavillion for new ideas and underground culture, but it's really more like a space you've been forced into because no one else wants you in their room. the one concession was the video juke box, which must be a nice toy to play with, but drinks are still too much there. the one plus, and i'll concede that it's a major plus, is that they have some excellent nights of music and videos. whoever books the underground must be one perseverant human being.

the gladstone just seems to me a far more comfortable place than the drake, where every room is an island unto itself. don’t let good design fool you. this place is a socialite mega-plex.

anyway, where am i going with this? i might not know at the moment, but i know where i'm going on the weekend.

my favourite toronto band, no dynamics, with whom i've had a bit of a love affair over the past few weekends, are playing again at an (re)opening for one of the city'ss lesser known location. this place? well well well, they're calling it "the dufferin hotel" and it's located just across the gladstone avenue rail bridge, which the downtowners dare not cross at night. (what was it i said in my last post about this? "they’ll never cross the tracks past gladstone ave, so the frontier has been drawn. finally, an end to dutch elm disease that is queen st.’s western expansion.") finally, someone has gone to the other side and opened up some kind of venue. but it aint the drake, let me tell ya.

according to a description, it's an old fish warehouse in a back alley off dufferin called "milky way". it must have some kind of crazy cinecycle vibe to it, but it sounds like it's more elabourate than that:

"The Warehouse (downstairs) = where you come in, and smoke, and hang. The Playing Room (upstairs) = where the bands play and people watch the bands play. The ViP Lounge (upstairs) = where the bands and really cool people hang out, so you don’t have to worry about this room."

yes, you can legally smoke in the lounge, and the beers are $2.50. i suppose it's the latest project of this little scene in toronto: to reappropriate the reappropriation of the hotels and perhaps make legends out of the process:

"Long story short, this show will change your life, its up to you if its for better or worse – its up to all of us to kill the
collective pain caused by too many bar shows – its up to all of us to live."

but then again, it could just be a good place for a party.

2005-02-16T01:19:00.000-05:00

What What What?

Come on Amphetamine Blues we can't lose our momentum. I don't know let's see here. Oh here's something I listened to this really great show on the radio the other day. the wire. It was really cool I learnt about the tape recorder. If I wasn't so stoned right now I would've probably gone into it more. I guess I'll edit this tomorrow or something.
love,
danger_zone

2005-02-14T01:47:00.000-05:00

I've got a new obsession. I've got the list of all the songs played by the Wolfman on that wicked 70s classic the Hilarious House of Frightenstein (website to refresh the memory) Anyway It's about 100 songs or so and they are all fucking fantastic so basically I will soon have the Wolfman Mix. I've known one other person to have compiled the mix. Honestly I think it could be the Ultimate college party mix. Maybe so ultimate that my dream of nudity at a raging house party will finally come true. I'm talking about streaking, kegstands, beer can monuments *that will be knocked over by an unsuspecting nerd*, co-eds, the dean and some sort of wild animal. I want that party. This shit is like Field of Dreams man I can feel it.

2005-02-13T12:12:00.000-05:00

anne coulter is a stupid slut cunt. she's a total babe but her brains are about as sexy as your great aunt smoking a cigarette in the bathtub. watch her on cbc as she tries to maintain that canada fought in vietnam.

man, i'd LOVE to see her spend some time in prison amongst angry black men.

2005-02-11T18:35:00.000-05:00

I don't know if you get American TV, but I do, because I still live with my mom. Anyway, there's this commercial for loess, a bathroom store that is actually really gross. There are all these gratuitous shots of a little boy in a store bathroom and then all of as sudden this lowes employee appears from around the corner and kind of gestures at him like "don't tell mommy what just happened", and he kind of gestures back at him like "ok"...well, it's kind of really creepy to see that guy just kind of sleaze his way around the bathroom looking at little boys swing towels around. I came to the conclusion that loess is really just a front for NAMBLA, subliminally pacifying kids to the notion of sexual predators and teaching them to keep their little mouths shut. In fact, really TBS in general is always running NAMBLA-friendly Programming. Think about it...Sleepless in Seattle? Home Alone?And notice how they cut the Sex out of Sex in the City, and replaced Miranda's character with a 10 year old boy?

Celebrity Members of NAMBLA:
Robert Duvall
Jim Carrey
Robin Williams
Bud Cort
Nelly

counterpoint

2005-02-11T12:16:00.000-05:00

Good looking people are necessary for a number of reasons. Try to imagine a world where everyone has good self esteem? You can forget about good art, music and literature because no one would want to kill themselves.
Next, how could you rate yourself? You'd never be able to say "well at least I'm not as bad as that guy with the huge goiter growing out of his neck"
And then you've got masturbation. No one wants to jerk off to someones sense of humour. We want to jerk off to someone's hot bod.
Sure we can all appreciate the odd looking people because they are neat and they stand out, unlike bland good looking people.
I think the problem with North America's good looking people is that they all look the same. We can all agree that Diaz is a babe but is she that memorable? It's when you see an exceptional face, so brilliantly constructed that you have to stop and assess your entire existence that you realize how fucking awesome hotness truly is. One time at work I was faced with one of the exceptional individuals HOLEEE SHIT I turned into a fucking cartoon, lost my fucking head but goddamn it was worth it.
So basically I think we need really really good looking people fucking really really weird looking people to create the Ultimate hybrid.
An illustrated example:
+ =
click on them to make them bigger and see the hotness.

POINT (COUNTERPOINT TO FOLLOW)

2005-02-11T01:09:00.000-05:00

all this talk about DIY fashion this week has got me thinkin...are you tired of going to the store, trying on those hot sexy clothes and checking yourself out in the mirror, only to realize that you don't look like the model in the magazine? OH GOOAAWD THE HORROR I'M NOT A MAGAZINE PERSON WUUUUAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

i'm thinking of a solution that could change the future of the young, conscious mind.

think about this: a talent agency that represents people who are not as good looking as actors and models. it'd take a long time to get off the ground but with the right self-promotional hackery, this thing could be huge.

imagine, a world where the unique physical qualities of common people were expressed in advertising and represented in the visual media...what would that world look like?

never again will you have to fear those good looking people while they scoff at you for not having those cameron diaz looks or johnny depp walk.

so i say: let's ban the good looking people from visual representation (with he exception of projects for documentary purposes).

only then can we stake our claim to the paradise that is the media landscape!

free chicken. what no watermelon?

2005-02-11T00:55:00.000-05:00

check this shit out it's so
blatant I can't decide who I like best but I think the old man takes the cake.
[via screenhead]

2005-02-08T13:31:00.000-05:00

Fashion Advice from the Stars:

-hack up one of your favourite t-shirts to make it sleezier. Then when you come out all your friends will be happy to look down your shirt.

-Old townie drunks at bars generally have a nice style. Sometimes you can convince them to give you the shirt off of their back. You may feel kind of guilty when they bring you a free double. However, don't let that guilt get to you cos it's only there to make sure you don't kill.

-make-up can be fun but then you grow up and realize that time is fleeting. If I do venture out of my hovel,I'm a 10 minute make up kind of lady. But of course fuck you if you're prettier than me with your rouge and your class.

-cocaine makes you think you can wear anything. Use scissors if necessary.

Homework: get really really loaded and put together the best outfit of all time. send pictures.

THIS WEEK IN FASHION

2005-02-06T23:12:00.000-05:00

i have discovered a new method of colouring clothes that is so avant garde that i'm two steps ahead of myself.

the materials are available on the household market and the ingredients are simple. all you need is beer, a t-shirt, a plastic bag and a washing machine and dryer, and maybe a good health plan.

.1 pour beer on a shirt, wrap it up into a ball and stuff it in a bag and leave it there for two to three weeks. i find that after 20 days, the process works best.

shirt

beer

.2 take the shirt out of the bag. you will notice a funky smell, not too strong but definitely present, in your nose when you sniff at it, and you'll see different coloured spots in little archipelagos all over your shirt. these are mold cultures. you'll have to put it through the wash before it's wearable (twice through the spin cycle with some generous, antibacterial detergent), but it's already looking fantastic so far. dry it immediately after you wash it...if you leave it to dry the mold spores may rejuvenate. i'm not an expert on mold growth, but water cannot be good on a shirt with mold carcasses embedded in it.

mold spores

.3 it's now ready to wear. it should look something like this:

there are some things you oughtta know, mainly dealing with safety. we've got a flow chart here to illustrate what to do from here on:

be careful with this. you could breathe in some bad stuff, so i'd suggest you monitor your health during inital usage. please throw the shirt away if you start to have trouble breathing or feel an itch in the eyes or on the skin. of course, it could just be a sensitivty to the excess detergent.

*******
apparently we here at amphetamine blues have us got some rivals on the internet who are making their own t-shirts as well...don't worry, they've got nothign on us.

SOME COMIC RELIEF

2005-02-05T13:53:00.000-05:00

everyone check THIS out and tll me it aint sooooo true.

classy bullshit

2005-02-05T13:24:00.000-05:00

So last night there was a kegger at the Vault. It was movie-party packed. So many unknown faces packed into one house. It was funny cos the dude who dropped me so fast it made my head spin was there. I ignore his presence for most of the night but because the party was happening on the first floor there was no way I could go without having to speak to him. When I finally did speak to him I was sufficiently inebriated to say what I really wanted to say instead of my silence or one word response approach I use for people I don't like. This was different cos I managed to call him Classy Bullshit. Now he may have thought I called him "classic" bullshit so he pulled the old "uh what's that supposed to mean?" I responded with an "dude you're CLASSY BULLSHIT. Just put those two words together man that's you." And that was that.
This picture pretty much sums up my night i.e. confused and wasted.

SO ALEX WANTS TO PLAY MY STYLES

2005-02-04T01:44:00.000-05:00

stevos here. alex thinks she's tough...well, i know a secret...she actually wets herself when she laughs.

ok, if i can be serious for a moment, i'm very excited to be part of this new blog project. i'm forseeing some great changes here, and they're coming in the near future. the following things, depending on our allocated resources, may become available:

- pictures with medium resolution
- love letters of the elderly
- mp3 quality mp3s
- links!!!!

isn't technology a whole whack o' fun? ain't it just a rock n' roll cadillac?

ok, i suppose before we go on any further, i should probably clear up a couple things. i mean, there must be this huge mystery out there, like, "who is this stevos guy? does he do stuff?"

do i ever!

i live in toronto and go to the toronto school of tricking suburban ghetto kids into thinking that they can get a job as recording artists. i am currently a student, but often i get hired for minimum wage (ie. payback in smiles) as the guy who gets to go around the room helping the special kids when i'm done my exam. too bad the special kids are like, 99% of the class!

when i don't do that, i can be found at a place called the burgundy room, a sort of bloor st. paradise for dudes who like both indie rock and british colonialism, equally. in fact, we spend hours down in that little basement pub eating pomme frites and discussing the state of the world back in the glory days of the empire while listening to the classics of the sub pop domination years. our battle cry: "sir isaac brock, hep hep hurray!"

i sometimes moonlight as a pro bono lawyer for laid off bikers. did you know that 17 bikers a year in this country lose their jobs because they don't want to sell out when their clan gets integrated into the hells angels? it's a shame. we need to get them back to being productive citizens again.

rdrs 4 lfe

rde r die

ttyl

2005-02-03T18:30:00.000-05:00

alright this is the new format. Stevos and I will trade stories of our respective lives. The twist? well I guess he lives in a city and is male, while I'm with lady parts and in a small town (ok fine Kingston is a city but c'mon) Perhaps we'll be able to riff off of each other like musicians do except, you know, with words. shit that's fucking lame ass. steve your shit better be good cos I'm fucking nerding it up big time.
So yeah hopefully we'll come up with some brilliant shit that will blow your minds. of course if we don't I'll just fire Steve and go back to my egotistical ways.

love,

Alex

2005-02-03T01:55:00.000-05:00

i've just been invited to contribute to this blog. how do i feel about that? i dunno yet, but i certainly feel that telling a story would be appropriate:

i once had a friend named michelle who found out i played tennis. she said "oh, we should play tennis sometime! i'm not any good but i can play!" so i assumed she could hit the ball back to me. but as i found out, she could no more return the ball as she could hit it, which was almost never. when she made contact, the ball would either spin off to the side and actually bounce behind her, or hit the ground before the service line. i spent the next hour teaching her how to hit the ball back, and after that, i vowed not to play with her again until she got better.

i now find myself in a similar situation with a much closer friend in the far more important world of music.

till next time...

young and wide eyed

2005-02-02T18:22:00.000-05:00

This weekend my highschool english teacher is going to be in town and has offered to take me out to lunch. Mr.F rules because he is quirky and has read so many books. I owe a great deal of my literary knowledge to him. English class was always a fucking adventure.
Anyway what else is going on? Not a whole lot. Fuck this town can be such a goddamn drag. I mean getting my ass dumped was one thing but c'mon I don't even have a cool place to go drink my sorrows away. I have love and admiration for many bars in Kingston but I still haven't found one to call my own. See that's what we need a goddamn bar that's chill, plays fine music and attracts good looking people. Is that too much to ask? I mean the grad club fills this void when bands come but I'll be honest I never go there otherwise. And the toucan is sweet but it smells like shit ever since we had to stop smoking inside. And I won't even begin to discuss the dismal state of the once beloved Scherzo. So there I'm left with the Hub which only really makes sense after getting really wasted and that's not what I want out of a hang out. And I know we have a plethora of other places to drink at but I'm pretty sure I've been to most of them and they just don't do it. Example: the Tir Na Nog. Great place to laugh at older people dancing but with the cost of a bud at $6 almost I can't justify my laughter.
I guess the best place to drink in Kingston is in houses. You can drink for cheap, control the music, smoke indoors and eat for free. Life is good during the pre-drink as well.
All in all living in Kingston forces me to make certain sacrifices. It has taken me 2 1/2 years to accept this and I'm still not entirely convinced. But when everything falls into place I really have nothing to complain about.

strike 2. man this ref is bullshit

2005-02-01T02:31:00.000-05:00

goddamn it. I knew it was too good to be true. I'll explain with an over the top movie analysis. Whenever I watch 16 Candles I always get a little worried for poor Molly. I mean think about it. She's a sophomore, he's a Senior. She's a nobody, he was dating the best tits in town. So they sat on the dining room table, ate some cake and gazed into each other's eyeballs. Are we supposed to believe that these two were meant to sustain a meaningful relationship? Well of course not. I mean there is no way those two are gonna stay together. And so our lovely protagonist will have to go back to riding that bus everyday and deal with Anthony Michael Hall coming on to her, which I guess isn's so bad. After all, he could make a fine martini.
I really hope all the people who stumble upon this rambling will have seen Sixteen Candles because otherwise forget it.
p.s: i'm really sick of this being hurt emotionally bullshit

oh well she had her time in the sun

2004-09-16T13:23:00.000-04:00

this is the first post. could this be the beginning of something wonderful or merely another excuse to pass time in front of the computer instead of dealing with more pressing matters
anyway this is all i can muster up for the moment.