One Year Anniversary of Neglecting this Blog!

I stopped posting here one year ago! Huzzah! Shameless self-promotions: Go see Midsummer Night's Dream! Go see my band at Zaphod's on the 11th! Rock out! I love life, and I miss ze blog, but oh no!!! I'm just so busy!!!!!!! I still write on the music one sometimes, I swear.

In the Beginning...

I was once a young lad, about your age. Back in those days, we flew our ponies to school. Forty-Two miles in the pixie dust. Now I know this may seem strange to you, what with your knew confounded devices, but at one point, when machines didn't have genes, we actually cared about eachother. I remember it like it was yesterday. We'd all get along. No questions, just treating everyone the same. This all changed when people started deciding there needed to be a way to divide the strong from the weak, the lucky from the unfortunate in other words. This involved many leaves, what we now call money. Back them, sitting beside a newly slain unicorn, it seemed so new and progressive. Before you knew it, half the land was sprawling, more than ever before. We didn't really think of the ones we left behind, who can think of others when one has the matters of where to put the new fishbowl or tower in mind. So we just kept going, while the others, they stayed with what they shared. But the growing monster of wealth wouldn't allow it. No, we killed off all the faeries, ponies, and doves, and left them to carry our toxic waste without a glove. And as if that wasn't enough, we decided they were somehow lower than us. This of course meant bombing, preaching, and treating them like shit. When never did we think that we were the pricks. We weren't better or superior in any way. They just wanted to love eachother, and for that, for some reason, they payed. I know it may be hard to believe. I'll tell yah, it's definitely hard to say. But i want you to think long and hard about this, because this is what brought us to where we are today.

Summer

Man, Summer is here, and it's been great. Working at the Jazz Festival, going to the amazing Bluesfest, being Demetrius in Midsummer Night's Dream, chilling with lots of great people... you can see why I haven't posted in a LONG time. Still, my apologies to all the avid readers of this blog, who probably won't even bother to read this now. Oh my, I'm leaving to work or volunteer (not entirely sure which yet) at Camp Misquah on Monday for a week, which should be great, although there's certain people I'll miss. I hope you all made it out to the two aforementioned music festivals, as both were amazing, with some unforgettable shows (The White Stripes, DJ Champion, Final Fantasy, The Conga Kings, Gogol Bordello, The Neville Brothers... the list goes on). I know I had my doubts about my Jazz Festival internship, but it turned out to be the best job I have yet to undertake. The office work may have been tedious and repetitive, but once the festival started; in between spilling garbage on myself, meeting amazing people, and watching jazz, all I had to do was sit back and be an old sleeping man named Dusty (or so I'm told). The Blues Festival was everything I expected, and more, I'd go over all the concerts I loved, but that would take forever, so honestly, if you want to know about any shows I see this Summer, feel free to ask. Needless to say, after this month of music festivals I am suffering somewhat of a withdrawal. This will eventually be quenched when I go to Osheaga in Montreal in September to see the likes of Stars, Feist, and perhaps most exciting Damien fucking Rice. Hey Zeuss! Man, after this rather formal post, I think I'll leave you of with some poetry/short story anecdote thingy, whatever you call them. Have a good Summer if it takes me months to post again, which I'll try to prevent.

A Ukulele and a Dog Named Bailey

Hello, I must apologize for my lack of recent posts. I was busy. Huzzah. So alot of stuff has been going on, but to keep it simple, I've been having fun, an I took up Ukulele. I got a job at Jazz Fest, which should be boring for a while, but good. I'm being placed at the desk to answer phone calls and ticket orders once everybody has gone home for the evening, which sounds somewhat boring/lonely, but when I get to festival, I'll be working keeping musicians happy, which should be fun. I went to a few Loeb Centre dances, and according to Kate, I was sexually touched at one. So I need to say something. THis years Blues Fest line-up is amazing. White Stripes, Gogol Bordello, Bob Dylan, Danny Michel, Metric, Steve Miller Band, and more which I'm forgetting. If you have the funds, buy tickets now. Because this is going to be a fucking awesome festival. I'm honestly quite psyched for Blues Fest. Anyways, I watched Blood Diamond yesterday, and that got me thinking. It's easy enough to just say I'm never going to buy a diamond, but what about more usual things, such as oil, which almost everyone uses to work their car. This somewhat makes me upset, because I can't figure out what to do to not support violence, but it's hard. I'm looking into fuel alternatives, or ways to ensure our oil is Canadian. But I know it still won't be perfect, and there's still a chance that we're buying dirty resources, no matter how hard we try.

Well, at Least the Food is Free

WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!!!!!!
Heylo!
How's everyone here???
I'm hungry!
But I feel the need to wait for good food to come via groceries.
Loeb Centre dance last night.
Good time.
Kirk is my hero for playing Spirit of the West.
Went record getting with Andrew last Friday, good times.
Then met up with Ace from Guelph and went to the animation show at the Bytowne.
Went to the art gallery for the Ron Mueck show. Great stuff.
Done lots of good, relaxing things this week, so all in all good march break.
I'm hungry.

Thought Process in Rapid Eye Movement

I walked from the institution into the street, and was met by four ballerinas. "What do you want?" I asked. "Your attention for the next to years." the littlest one replied. Never one to decline a request, I rested my mind on a nearby picnic table and continued my journey. Not one second later than my departure, this same mind-carrying table was recycled, and reborn as a telephone pole. This left me in an awkward situation. Whereas when one is occupying a table, one can remind people he is there, nobody tends to notice a telephone pole. Therefore the world's secrets, no matter how miniscule, or how large, are automatically transfered into your mindset. This does not seem new, it does indeed seem instinctual, like the need for food, or the need for for material possession, instead being replaced by "Mary, you bitch! You knew I liked him!" or "Yes, I do realize I fucked the voting system and went against the U.N., I'm sinply pushing the borderline till the people will have to accept anything." Now, as can be imagined, this was not to my liking, so I hatched a plan. That night, I spontaneously combusted, unfortunately making it much harder for relatives and tax collectors to get in contact. I then focussed on becoming a human once again, instead turing into a mountain goat. "This'll have to do for now." I thought, as I gave my complete and utter attention to the troupe of ballerinas that had followed me on my magnificent voyage.

Mind-Clearing Prelude to a Fucked Up Situation

I was pondering what to do this evening, when suddenly, it struck me. What if all this is as good as it's going to get? Well the next question seemed obvious enough: is it, in that case, our own fault if we have unfulfilled lives? Should we not be grabbing life by the balls (to use a common idiom)? I pondered, and pondered, until at last I was preoccupied. By the television. But now I am back to pondering, and writing in my blog to clear my thoughts. The truth is, I want to do more, as many people do, but where do we get the inspiration? We are told that our adolescent years are devoted to creating a better future for ourselves, but is this really the case? If a better future means happiness, I understand. But what I don't understand, is the constant pressure to form plans towards careers we don't want, with discouragement given to pursuing careers we do want. If, for example, one wishes to pursue a career in the arts, they are turned away, told they will not make enough money. Does happiness not come before money? I mean, sure you need to feed yourself, but at the end of the day, shouldn't you feel good about it? Which leads to one cause of the essential problem of alienation and boredom; money. Now, I am not trying to make excuses. I fully realize that I have the freedom to go and have a fulfilling life, and if all goes well, I will. I'm sure I'm not the only one to realize this. yes we have the power to achieve happiness, but do we have the encouragement?

Goody Goody Aloha

What's up everyone?
Had a great, yet not-doing-much weekend. Went bookshopping on saturday, which I'll admit is nerdy, but I don't give a fuck. Then read a lot and watched the Oscars with some friends on Sunday. On Monday, today, I went skating with some more friends and had a good time. I also completely rearanged my room completely, which I'm told is a girly thing to do, but again, I don't give a fuck. My room really feels different now, and I love it. And I can't think of anything else to write, but remember to tip your waiter and/or waitress when next you get the chance.

Head-Banging in the Snow

Hey fellow... weekend blog readers...
How's it happening up?
Had a good weekend so far, had a p.a. day yesterday, and then went to winterlude with Kate and Morgan. The had four bands from the Arts and Crafts label which I love so very much. Young Galaxy, Apostle of Hustle, Amy Millan, and Jason Collett were all there. All the bands seemed to play at their prime, despite the cold (although Catherine McCandless of Young Galaxy had a cold related hand trauma, and the band cut it short) and played a very lively and memorable show. Towards the end, during Jason Collett's show, the other bands came on (minus Young Galaxy), and played as a single group which was essentially the majority of Broken Social Scene (as Broken Social Scene is made up of members of all these bands), and had a skilled duet between Jason Collett and Amy Millan (of Stars fame). Long story short... the show kicked ass.
Now I am sitting at my computer, feeling good, posting on my blog. I wanted some more key-lime pie, but my bitch of a dog ate it. And soooo Kudos.