Archive for July, 2007

DJ Cat Piss and the Mad Rapper @ S.C.E.N.E.fest

July 23, 2007


Kathryn Borel and I made this promo shot for Toronto’s hottest new dj, DJ Cat Piss. His parties are so underground that only 7 people show up. They deter posers from sticking around by smoking weed and not passing the joint, and prepping each party by spraying the loft from top to bottom with cat piss. If you’re not really into music, all you can do is think about how much it stinks, but true audiophiles get turned on by the beats. That’s true school.

We ran into the mad rapper on Friday night on the way to the Beaconsfield. I’m putting out a white label 12″ next month with him and DJ Cat Piss. It’s the first time they’ve worked together. Contact me if you spin vinyl and want to get on my service list.

TOO DRUNK TO FUCK


After 10 days of not drinking, I went on a bender for Wed, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. I already feel like I could take another 10 or 20 days off.

SONGS FROM A ROOM


I went to St Catherines with Songs From A Room yesterday for S.C.E.N.E.fest. I saw that emo guy from Canadian Idol there. He wasn’t performing. Just hanging out.

New SFAR here: http://www.myspace.com/fromtheroom I have to speak my mind though, and say the picture on their myspace is an abomination.

For full disclosure, I did not take the pic on the left, I did take the pic on the right. If you’re going to argue that I don’t like the left picture because I didn’t take it, then you can be right. You win, I’m not going to discuss that.

For those of you still reading, in the pic on the left everyone looks like they’re in pain or upset, it doesn’t provide a context, and it makes them look like a generic early 90’s alternative band. The pic on the right says something. It says we like food. We’re men. We have facial hair. We’re not vegetarians. We drink beer/we’re not straight edge. We hang out together and it’s fun. I declare it my Best Band Picture Ever Taken. Nobody had to agree with me for me to be right.

TEENANGER


I went to see Quebexico at Sneaky Dee’s when I got back from St Catherines. They’re breaking up in the fall after they do their East Coast tour. Everyone except for Davey is in their new band though, TEENANGER, and Melissa Ball is playing bass.

Party at the Steiners

July 21, 2007

These pictures were taken in late 2001 a couple months after I’d turned 23 and it’s the first night I puked from drinking.

It was one of the first times I met Nathan Stein, after a Windsor show at the Gino Marcus Community center with the Deportees, Songs From A Room, and the band from Simcoe whose name I can’t remember. The drummer’s name was Lenny, and he’s in the pictures below with the piercings under his lip. They used to book shows at a Knights of Columbus in Simcoe. There would be no adult supervision, and it’d be a bunch of underage kids shitfaced at a punk show. I started my 100 Kisses project outside that Knights of Columbus.

In the picture behind Nathan, the big Steiner plaque with the bowling pins reminds me how he told me his dad bowled a perfect game once, and how all the people in the bowling alley freaked out when he finished it. All strikes. His family is pretty into bowling.

Evee Dick was the first one to fall asleep that night. He slept in that chair the whole night while we all drank until the morning.


Nathan was only 17 at the time, but he fed us Lakeport Honey Lager from his parents bar all night until we cracked our last beer at 7am, and then passed out at 7:30 on the floor. When his mom woke up, she was really pissed off and made him kick us all out at 8:30.

It was the middle of winter, and I was shitfaced. As soon as I stumbled outside and the light hit my eyes and I immediately had to hold back a puke. These days I would just let it out, but I was not an experienced drinker, It was definitely the worst I’d ever felt as a result of drinking before, and probably one of the sickest post-drinking moments I can remember to this day. It was me Dustin, Chris Redman, and Evee and Johnny Huson who had to pile into the van. The 3 of us were shitfaced, but Evee had slept all night so he had to drive us back to Brayden’s house while we all writhed around in pain in the back.

Evee and Johnny drove back to London ON once we got to the house. Dustin and I stumbled into the house as Brayden was leaving for work. I went straight downstairs and puked a few times in their bathroom sink until everything was out, and then took off all my clothes and climbed in bed with Dustin and we spooned until 3 in the afternoon.

Rosebudz

July 20, 2007

I have 3 shoe boxes of shit that I’ve saved over the years.

This is a piece of Getalong Gang wrapping paper, from about 1986. I used to have a Getalong Gang pencil case too. I still have it somewhere. The Superhero Stamps are from the 90’s. My question is why do they have Superman in with all these uber-Canadian superheros that nobody has ever heard of before?

I have a box with all the handwritten letters or notes people have ever given me. I never go back and read them, but they’re there. And it’s only a shoebox full. The MC Hammer hologram is from a cereal box. When people come over and look at my stuff I try and take it, it really pisses me off. It’s the prize of my collection!




In 4th Grade I wrote a 3 minute speech for my class about fads and trends. I’d noticed how things would change in value from one year to another like how comic books became worth a lot of money for awhile, and then a couple of years later sports cards were worth a ton of money and comic books weren’t worth much anymore. I wanted to think of something stupid that nobody would ever collect that I could save for 20 years and then be the only person who had that stuff, and maybe it would be worth a lot of money, so I started saving cereal box toys. Unopened in mint condition. I still have a whole shoebox of cereal box toys that I’ve collected ever since. 20 years later, these things aren’t worth anything, but I am the only guy who has them. I’M THE ONLY GUY THAT HAS THEM!!!!

Anchor Bay and Rue Morgue present: Hatchet

July 20, 2007


Last night a bunch of us went to see the premier of Hatchet, a shitty horror movie about a deformed bloodthirsty zombie demon set in the swamps of Louisiana. It is one of the worst pieces of shit I’ve ever seen, but the pre-party at Southern Accent was great. They had platters of cajun food going around, and a waiter taking drink orders for the full open bar. That’s my overloaded plate in the bottom left of the pictures above, and note that Dahna has 2 cartons of calamari under her arm. I highly recommend the restaurant, and highly recommend not seeing the movie.

Part of the hype around this movie is it’s not a remake, it’s not a sequel, or a Japanese remake. It’s not trying to break any new ground, but is in the vein of 70’s and 80’s slasher movies. I’m not much of a Halloween, Freddy or Jason fan anyways. I do love Last House On the Left, the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Hellraiser, and Rob Zombie movies though. I’m looking forward to the new Halloween remake Rob Zombie did, which comes out August 31st. http://www.halloween-themovie.com/

If you think I have shitty taste, here’s the Hatchet trailer: http://www.hatchetmovie.com/news-main.htm

Secret Messages

July 19, 2007

7 Minutes In Whopper Heaven

July 18, 2007

If you enjoy the thought of seeing me in pain as I stuff myself with 3 Burger King Whoppers in 7 minutes check it out. It’s not exactly fast paced though. I figured I could eat more than 3 no problem considering the winner of the hotdog eating contest at Coney Island this year ate 66 hotdogs in 12 minutes, but a whopper is bigger than a hotdog, and I’m not a professional speed eater.


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