Archive for September, 2012

Bonne Nuit Blanche

September 30, 2012

I began my evening last night with some Choir!Choir!Choir! friends. I’ve got a piano performance scheduled next Sunday, so I made them listen to me sing and play Chelsea Hotel No 2 and Bastards Of Young on Angela’s piano.

BTW, I re-recorded Chelsea Hotel No 2 this afternoon.

After I left the party I biked down to Metro Hall to meet up with the Localgypsy.tv girls and a couple of their pals, to check out some Nuit Blanche exhibitions.



Apparently one of the girls’ friends I met last night, Jian, recently had a book he wrote published that’s topping the sales charts and he’s got a gig at Massey Hall on November 2nd! Something tells me that guy has what it takes to really “make it” in this city. Call me crazy, but I think he’s going places!

Note To Self

September 29, 2012

Remember your mantra.

Drink more Scotch.

Ray McCready – More About Jesus : Now On Soundcloud!!

September 28, 2012

For the first time ever available online, my fathers 1974 album More About Jesus! It would only take a few small changes to turn this into an legit-looking black-metal album cover. I think it’s pretty cool that my dad had a record pressed back then. Not everyone can say that. The fact my dad had a record definitely made an impression on me when I was a kid. What can I say? I’m a man who is the result of many intense childhood impressions, just like my dad. I like the term “impression”, and what it means in connection to our personal experiences. Some things leave a lasting impression on us, other things just slide right by unnoticed.


Introduction of Artist:

At the age of twelve, Raymond accepted and dedicated his life Christ. On completion of High School he enrolled and graduated from Ontario Bible College, Toronto, with a Bachelor of Religious Education Degree. He then attended the University of Windsor to complete his Bachelor of Arts Degree. Upon graduation he entered full time Christian Ministry.

Raymond McCready brings to Gospel music such standards as the belief of a devout Christian, the dedication of a student and scholar.

This Album is the fulfilment of a dream a young man dedicated to the presentation of Jesus Christ in Gospel Music.

If this is your introduction to Raymond, may it bring joy and inspiration to your heart.

In Loving Dedication,
Alec McCready



My father had 500 of these pressed. I have 3 copies, I gave Derrick Beckles a copy about 6 years ago as an offering towards my philosophic empathy and aesthetic solidarity with TV Carnage, and Grasshopper bought a copy from me for $20 a few years ago. I have no idea where the other 495 copies are, but I am in possession of the .5″ master-tape.


I’ll post a link to download the whole album shortly.

All Time Favorites

September 27, 2012

I’ve been putting away the stage in the backyard this week. Gotta pack the canvas tarp away for the season.

I bought one of my all-time-favorite albums, the Wipers – Is This Real? on vinyl yesterday.

Then I went to see one of my all-time-favorite bands last night at Lee’s Palace. I got the ticket last minute for half price.

Then I came home and watched Kids In The Hall on Netflix. Bruce Mcculloch is my all-time-favorite comedic sketch actor. I’m pretty sure the closing shot at 2:34 is outside the Pizza Pizza in Parkdale.

As you can see, I’m much more dynamic and descriptive when I write about hating and denouncing things, compared to writing about loving and enjoying things. Unfortunately for you readers, I have no hate to give today.

The Man Who Was Thursday 7″ – Now On Soundcloud!

September 25, 2012


I’ve still got 400 of these 7″s I had pressed in June 1998 for sale for $5 each. I’m also willing to barter/trade. Who am I kidding? If you ACTUALLY want one, I’d be excited to give it to you for free. I’ve transferred it from vinyl to AIFF, played with the EQ on each track, and uploaded both songs to Soundcloud.


I wrote the songs, played all the instruments, paid to have them pressed, designed to artwork… The only thing I didn’t do was take the photos, which were by Ava Clark.



The record is what it is. There’s a lot of weaknesses I don’t like about it, but there’s a lot of elements to it that I’m still proud of, including the money and extensive amount of time and I invested in this project when I was only 19. Despite the limited financial success I’ve achieved in my life thus far, at 33-years-old I’m still into the broad (yet specific) range of interests I committed myself to pursuing back then. All of them, and more!


During the past 15 years I’ve been back and forth through the grinder so many times; had both friends and foes use me, dismiss me, and even try to crush and destroy me over and over again, but FUCK ‘EM ALL!! NO EXISTENTIAL DEATH FOR ME!! If you want to kill my soul, you’re going to have to kill my body first motherfuckers, and I don’t think you have what it takes to do that. This guy will live to be 100-years-old, and I’m going to spit on your grave.

PS – Don’t mind me, I just like to psyche myself up on Tuesday mornings before noon. ❤

I compensate for the complaining by being a man of action, and besides that I’m a kind and caring person beneath it all. …but I’ll still spit on your grave when I’m 100.

Singing Bastards of Young @ 159 Manning

September 24, 2012

This is me singing the Replacements’ classic Bastards Of Young, from their 1985 album Tim.

Odd coincidence, the album was released on October 19th, my 7th birthday.

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, waitin’ on a beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Unwillingness to claim us, got no warrant (wars?) to name us

The ones who love us best are the ones we’ll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we’ll die to please
If it’s any consolation, I don’t begin to understand them…