Needless to say,......................
Biatch! Sniatch! Terrible licey, scabie infested house parties and dull day semantics of a small niche market town by the sea at the end of the world. Run on, run on sentences, go forth and make the mess you live in messier! tilt the wheels and let's wash the stains out of out undergarments before we shoose to reveal our old tired dirty parts to an audience for the first time. What a drag Victorians!
I said I was going to a barbeque today. I will not. My suspicions are that it will not be well attended and that the environs shall be unpleasant due mostly to inclimate weather.
Yes, there is suppose to be music and good food. However, freezing my titties off and eating smoked meat in the rain with a bunch of bar people in daylight just doesn't sound like fun.
It's Victoria day weekend! Yay!
I went to a party the other night to see what all the hype was about. I had been to this home before and had a lame time. Young adults that live like teenagers. Unkept and in a state of squalor.
The young and the restless were eagerly intoxicated by the start of some of the music I came to see. A drone act that was executed by a cute pudgy female from Vancouver. DAD was her act and had more people focused on the music than on each other it may have been more of a high lite. The dreadful babysitters played a raucous of shitty songs that we've all heard before in many better a song. Screaming and twitching out lines about generatins and revolutions does not cool thee make. Well, ok, maybe a little. Still it was slop. As this uncomfortable teet of an excuse for a venue progressed into vehement stupor, and the presence of the city officials became evident, I quickly made my escape.
Crap, my jeggings are filling with crap. But not like that girl with the twitch! Man what an itch she must have!
After being closely scrutinized for my cigarette habit I paid significant cash to see some barnd new boobies at logans.
Reserved seating in the front row of this bar that had been trasformed into dinner theatre stylingfs. candles and close quartes made for a moment of anticipation. The host made jokes that were odd and infunny. The ladies parqded one by one with cottage cheese cheeks and missing titties. Brand new boobies. Get some.
There was some spanking. It was amateur and quite frightful. I couldn't believe I spent BIG Bucks to see this crappola. I was trapped in my seat with no service. I just need another drink. That waitress is over there and can't even get to me.
By the time intermission came I was able to run to the ladies room for relief.
At the bar I filled up with a double order of drinks for the second portion of the evening. I was hoping this would get better. My hopes were quickly dashed as a woman in a clown suit took tpo the stage and slowly began to remove her items. This was more disturbing than enjoyable. All in all this was a rip off and I felt more ripped off as the night went on and the hosts kept bantering about more theatrical shows and better shows that were coming up and to quickly purchase my tix.
I bought a vibrator kit off the pool table and went home and had my way with myself.
Don't get me wrong, there have been some great shows I've seen since I last wrote. The Revolutionary Cyborg Wedding Band, Himalayan Bear, Beach House, Bank Robber, David P. Smith and the Euphorians, some kids I can't recall the names of but they were very happy and wore turqoise t-shirts. AHna and Medusa were freak Heat waves good.
Lot's of good stuff. The girl band thing seems to be tapering off a bit. The open relations
hip wer better each time I got to see them. A great cover og Jet Boy! Happy Boys & Girls tv club haven't been playing. real stinker.
I'm trying my best to be more positive. Howebver, what you like about this stuff is hearing shit about yourseld and ny typos!
Food arounf town is ok to crap-suggest something and I will review. The best thing I've had is a sandwich from the italian food store on Blanchard, Good simple sandwich. Mmmmmmax xo
p.s. will write again soon my beauties (;
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Truth Be Told Victoria
Love! Love! Love! The spirit of love is in the air! Cupids and blazing little cinammon hearts,formals,elixirs of sweet head swimming froth! Tongues lapping beneath dancefloor lights. Croons of thigh opening power and chocolate dildos!
Love!
Ok, you get the point. And maybe you're happy to be alone with a box and a bottle. Maybe the intentions of having a lovely romantic night shared with tens of your close friends were lost in the musty smell of your shitty outfit from the patch. Maybe, love is
hate for you. Maybe bad music is good music, good art is bad art and dressing up is just so fucking hard so you'll just kind of throw whatever together. Unless you're fat and looking to hook up. Then your hair is spectacular, the make up splendid and the gown superb.
For many of you this might make no sense, but to some that shared a somewhat busy, chaotic, and quite confusing night last night with me at Logans Pub, my words should ring like the sirens of titan.
Boys and Girls TV Club opened a night that was apparently a formal. It certainly felt like a high school dance when this shabby duo took to the stage. This boy creature sings with his eyes on his fingers because he is still learning how to play his guitar.
The drummer maked Meg White look like John Bonham. Do you get that? Because John Bonham is a really good drummer and Meg white has flippers for hands.
This band, who for some reason keep getting gigs, and I keep being there, keep sucking hard. I hope every time that they will have practiced and improved and some acheling Lou Reed listening love would get through to the cjild creatures brain. But no. They break a string, it makesd no difference, yet the show must stop until a guitar has been made available to this joke. A bad joke.
This night was so weird. Trendy girls with bad eyeglasses and worse attitudes were being hightened by "powdereing their noses" in the restroom.
The little groups of friends all clustered together like dingleberries around a giant rectum of an event that smells most foul. This was soooo high school. Like so highschool ;p
Next up were Babysitter. Another band that in the past I felt lacked any kind opf musical merit and fell in with the crowd just because they are all friends.
Unlike Boys and Girls TV Club, I felt that this band had improved greatly since the last time I had seen them. They opened thematically with the Jefferson Airplane classic 'Need Somebody To Love'. This fell a part fairly rapidly however. But the next few songs were better. Poppy grinding garage rocky diddys. After a few songs it felt like they were playing the same song over. Until their last song which seemed to have some potential as psych rock. Which these guys are supposed to be versed in as they host a Psych Night. And seem to somehow be in cahoots with Monster Party.
I don't get it. Monster Party is great and the Psych DJ thing is terrible. Whatevs.
Next up were Himalayan Bear. This was orgasmic. The crooning fluttery vocals lifted this room into a different place altogether. A completely different calibre of musicianship. They seperated the bays from the men. Everyone else seemed preconceptioned next to this group. The drummer had wild expressions and a fluid tenacity that made me practically burst with hope and joy. The violin player was beautiful and sounded equally so. The music was warped doo wop yet so hard to pin hole modern and rich sounding.
It was so confusing that this act should be placed amidst such crap. I don't get it. Not one bit.
Some slow danced and most chattered quite abrassively in their dingleberry clusters. So strange how the focus was met by the inhabitants of this pathetic event.
The last band were Footsies. This was faux punk at it's most pathetic. Crowd surfing that was weak and felt forced. Ranting and raving, I can't see this holding up in any kind of a music scene. Their end was to demolish the stage and force a very angry soundguy to the stage who looked like he was ready for blood.
Starnge pathetically arranged formal. I'm not sure who won best dressed. I hope it was won of the fat girls. At least they tried.
Thurs. I went to Lday Marmalade for lunch. OIt had been recommended to me, and I was told of some great art that wqas being displayed. Upon entry, I instantly felyt the bitter sting of too coll for school service. I stood, waiting for a bit to be seated and examined some of the works on the wall.
Rachelle Reimers works were childlike. Seriously childlike in a bad unartistic child way. Splotches of Black and green that were puked upon the canvas. An appauling price of 95$ was being asked for this unthought shit on the wall. Puke. Shit. Whatever. It took the artist 2 min. to create this insult. If it took anymore, they must be mentally and physically crippled. If you are Rachelle, my sincerest apologies. Great work.
Kat Cearns is a different story. A man kneels in contemplation adorning a wolf skin.
A woman by his side in Buck skin. They are both naked. The colours are vivid and stark. Quite complementary. Blues and pinks. No matter how you slice it. it looks good. Not great art, but next to Rachelles work, it looks like DaVinci.
No one came to seat us. We left.
Truth Be Told Victoria, you have a capacity for spoiled children who must have wealth to proclaim their artistry as such. I'm not saying there isn't quality work here, because their plainly is. I'm just saying that it is out numbered and possibly being shrouded with veils of spoiled trash and that stinks and makes it hard to breathe or get close to.
Happy Valentines Day
Love you,
Max xo
Love!
Ok, you get the point. And maybe you're happy to be alone with a box and a bottle. Maybe the intentions of having a lovely romantic night shared with tens of your close friends were lost in the musty smell of your shitty outfit from the patch. Maybe, love is
hate for you. Maybe bad music is good music, good art is bad art and dressing up is just so fucking hard so you'll just kind of throw whatever together. Unless you're fat and looking to hook up. Then your hair is spectacular, the make up splendid and the gown superb.
For many of you this might make no sense, but to some that shared a somewhat busy, chaotic, and quite confusing night last night with me at Logans Pub, my words should ring like the sirens of titan.
Boys and Girls TV Club opened a night that was apparently a formal. It certainly felt like a high school dance when this shabby duo took to the stage. This boy creature sings with his eyes on his fingers because he is still learning how to play his guitar.
The drummer maked Meg White look like John Bonham. Do you get that? Because John Bonham is a really good drummer and Meg white has flippers for hands.
This band, who for some reason keep getting gigs, and I keep being there, keep sucking hard. I hope every time that they will have practiced and improved and some acheling Lou Reed listening love would get through to the cjild creatures brain. But no. They break a string, it makesd no difference, yet the show must stop until a guitar has been made available to this joke. A bad joke.
This night was so weird. Trendy girls with bad eyeglasses and worse attitudes were being hightened by "powdereing their noses" in the restroom.
The little groups of friends all clustered together like dingleberries around a giant rectum of an event that smells most foul. This was soooo high school. Like so highschool ;p
Next up were Babysitter. Another band that in the past I felt lacked any kind opf musical merit and fell in with the crowd just because they are all friends.
Unlike Boys and Girls TV Club, I felt that this band had improved greatly since the last time I had seen them. They opened thematically with the Jefferson Airplane classic 'Need Somebody To Love'. This fell a part fairly rapidly however. But the next few songs were better. Poppy grinding garage rocky diddys. After a few songs it felt like they were playing the same song over. Until their last song which seemed to have some potential as psych rock. Which these guys are supposed to be versed in as they host a Psych Night. And seem to somehow be in cahoots with Monster Party.
I don't get it. Monster Party is great and the Psych DJ thing is terrible. Whatevs.
Next up were Himalayan Bear. This was orgasmic. The crooning fluttery vocals lifted this room into a different place altogether. A completely different calibre of musicianship. They seperated the bays from the men. Everyone else seemed preconceptioned next to this group. The drummer had wild expressions and a fluid tenacity that made me practically burst with hope and joy. The violin player was beautiful and sounded equally so. The music was warped doo wop yet so hard to pin hole modern and rich sounding.
It was so confusing that this act should be placed amidst such crap. I don't get it. Not one bit.
Some slow danced and most chattered quite abrassively in their dingleberry clusters. So strange how the focus was met by the inhabitants of this pathetic event.
The last band were Footsies. This was faux punk at it's most pathetic. Crowd surfing that was weak and felt forced. Ranting and raving, I can't see this holding up in any kind of a music scene. Their end was to demolish the stage and force a very angry soundguy to the stage who looked like he was ready for blood.
Starnge pathetically arranged formal. I'm not sure who won best dressed. I hope it was won of the fat girls. At least they tried.
Thurs. I went to Lday Marmalade for lunch. OIt had been recommended to me, and I was told of some great art that wqas being displayed. Upon entry, I instantly felyt the bitter sting of too coll for school service. I stood, waiting for a bit to be seated and examined some of the works on the wall.
Rachelle Reimers works were childlike. Seriously childlike in a bad unartistic child way. Splotches of Black and green that were puked upon the canvas. An appauling price of 95$ was being asked for this unthought shit on the wall. Puke. Shit. Whatever. It took the artist 2 min. to create this insult. If it took anymore, they must be mentally and physically crippled. If you are Rachelle, my sincerest apologies. Great work.
Kat Cearns is a different story. A man kneels in contemplation adorning a wolf skin.
A woman by his side in Buck skin. They are both naked. The colours are vivid and stark. Quite complementary. Blues and pinks. No matter how you slice it. it looks good. Not great art, but next to Rachelles work, it looks like DaVinci.
No one came to seat us. We left.
Truth Be Told Victoria, you have a capacity for spoiled children who must have wealth to proclaim their artistry as such. I'm not saying there isn't quality work here, because their plainly is. I'm just saying that it is out numbered and possibly being shrouded with veils of spoiled trash and that stinks and makes it hard to breathe or get close to.
Happy Valentines Day
Love you,
Max xo
Monday, January 17, 2011
Truth Be Told Victoria
So here we are. A coouple of weeks into the new year and not too much has changed. People are still who they are and shit still stinks. The roads are awash with winter rain and the people that drive are still bad at it and worse when the weather isn't perfect. Cyclists are crazier than ever, moving in careless flashes through and with/against traffic and bearing all the weather. Art has slowed down and music has bundled itself into some starnge and pointless balls of pure putrid stench. Laugh with me or at me or don't laugh at all. I've taken abuse and compliment, all of it, as a poke and a caress of firey love and stinky hatred.
Last week I went out to the Fernwood Inn. It felt oddly uncomfortable and hoity toity. It was over priced and the selection sucked. For the neighbourhood it felt like a miss. Rich theatre going filth.
Wednesday I headed down to Logans for the record swap night. I was quite disappointed that it was not happening. This was shitty, as the bar wasn't as lively or interesting as I had hoped it would be, and I didn't really feel like venturing all the way downtown just to sit in some other shitty bar.
So, a bottle of wine and home.
Thursday I checked out White Ribs, Golden Axe and Human Demise. This was at Logans and rocked! It was excruciatingly loud, but the underlying melodies that rang beneath the veil of noise was panty wettingly good stuff! White Ribs! Two guys with no shirts and hoods over their heads railing the train through your head with subliminal psych overtones. This was amazing! You missed out.
Friday night I got talked into going out to Lucky bar. Why I keep doing this to myself I don't know. DJ basketball shitty dance night. The music was all terrible, it's just the crowd is an immature ass grabbing bag of cocks! A friend and I left and went to Swans.
This was ok. Pretty typical bar with a typical bar band. Too loud to talk. Kind of ok though. The yam fries were great!
Saturday I went to the movies. True Grit. I love the Cohen Brothers. They do not disappoint. Go see it.
Sunday I went to the Hootenanny at Logans. This is an open stage that is apparently world famous. People tend to know a lot of the songs that are being performed by their regulars. The bar is super packed and thanks to waitresses I was able to get drinks without waiting in line. This is quite a piss up. I cannot emphasize it enough. Sunday afternoon debauchery! I had no idea. I don't think this is something I can repeat too often. However, it certainly does seal the neighbourhood kinship and Logans as the headquarters for all walks from not just the neighbourhood but the entire city. Pretty impressive.
Truth be told Victoria, I am one hungover little lady today! Still fuzzy and I'm certain it is reflected in this weeks blog. Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog.
Love Max xo
Last week I went out to the Fernwood Inn. It felt oddly uncomfortable and hoity toity. It was over priced and the selection sucked. For the neighbourhood it felt like a miss. Rich theatre going filth.
Wednesday I headed down to Logans for the record swap night. I was quite disappointed that it was not happening. This was shitty, as the bar wasn't as lively or interesting as I had hoped it would be, and I didn't really feel like venturing all the way downtown just to sit in some other shitty bar.
So, a bottle of wine and home.
Thursday I checked out White Ribs, Golden Axe and Human Demise. This was at Logans and rocked! It was excruciatingly loud, but the underlying melodies that rang beneath the veil of noise was panty wettingly good stuff! White Ribs! Two guys with no shirts and hoods over their heads railing the train through your head with subliminal psych overtones. This was amazing! You missed out.
Friday night I got talked into going out to Lucky bar. Why I keep doing this to myself I don't know. DJ basketball shitty dance night. The music was all terrible, it's just the crowd is an immature ass grabbing bag of cocks! A friend and I left and went to Swans.
This was ok. Pretty typical bar with a typical bar band. Too loud to talk. Kind of ok though. The yam fries were great!
Saturday I went to the movies. True Grit. I love the Cohen Brothers. They do not disappoint. Go see it.
Sunday I went to the Hootenanny at Logans. This is an open stage that is apparently world famous. People tend to know a lot of the songs that are being performed by their regulars. The bar is super packed and thanks to waitresses I was able to get drinks without waiting in line. This is quite a piss up. I cannot emphasize it enough. Sunday afternoon debauchery! I had no idea. I don't think this is something I can repeat too often. However, it certainly does seal the neighbourhood kinship and Logans as the headquarters for all walks from not just the neighbourhood but the entire city. Pretty impressive.
Truth be told Victoria, I am one hungover little lady today! Still fuzzy and I'm certain it is reflected in this weeks blog. Blog. Blog. Blog. Blog.
Love Max xo
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Truth Be Told Victoria
Truth be told Victoria, you're a strange lot! Pretty wimpy on most fronts. The Art is mediocre to poor at best. The food is trying. The music....this seems to be your strong point.
The cliqueee night life is quite disappointing. Not much can get done as far as creating a well rounded counter culture to birth greatness from if you don't mix yourselves up a bit.
Also, you are a real whiney bunch. This isn't cold! Go anywhere else in Canada or the northern U.S. and you will freeze your tight little babied asses off!
Anyhow, I am back! And for this entry I am making a best of and worst of list. I'm sure I'm on many of your worst of lists, but then again, I'm also on many of your best ofs.
Worst bands I've seen since coming to Victoria-
Electric Empress
Whatever that last act was at the Camas benefit show at Logans last tuesday. Chicken Man.
A Day in the Life
VonBones
Kristian Values/Babysitter
Boys and Girls TV club
Growler
Techromancer
Zolabud
Year of the Rat
And a few I'm sure I have forgotten
Best Bands/acts I've had the plaesure to see since arriving here-
Leonard Cohen (I know he's not local,but he is Canadian so does he count?)
Slam Dunk
High Arctic
Run Chico Run
Himalayan Bear
The Poor Choices
The Revolutionary Cyborg Band
The Role models
Whatever that band was at Talk is Cheap that night I went
Bank Robber (though they might as well be Slam Dunk)
Fujiya Yakimoto in a couple of months if they stay together
Best Venue-
Logans
Talk is Cheap
Sugar
Open Space
Worst-
Rehab
Save on Foods
Lucky
That place under the sticky wicket
Whatever the 50/50 in hindsight seems to hold promise. Some of the artists works I've seen outside of the gallery and on their own accord hold some merit and hope.
I can see how if one were to step outside of a scene here how they could get some work done. The arts are a funny thing in this city. The Art gallery truly sucks dicks and the lack of direction among the creative spirit is encouraged by the people who run this city.
WTF?! That seems to be where the real problem here is. A major lack of support and funding. This town is filled to the brim with the filthy rich, and they seem to do nothing to help it's culture grow and flourish.
Truth Be told Victoria I would love to suck you off if you had the balls to come all over the place!
Much love,
Max xo
The cliqueee night life is quite disappointing. Not much can get done as far as creating a well rounded counter culture to birth greatness from if you don't mix yourselves up a bit.
Also, you are a real whiney bunch. This isn't cold! Go anywhere else in Canada or the northern U.S. and you will freeze your tight little babied asses off!
Anyhow, I am back! And for this entry I am making a best of and worst of list. I'm sure I'm on many of your worst of lists, but then again, I'm also on many of your best ofs.
Worst bands I've seen since coming to Victoria-
Electric Empress
Whatever that last act was at the Camas benefit show at Logans last tuesday. Chicken Man.
A Day in the Life
VonBones
Kristian Values/Babysitter
Boys and Girls TV club
Growler
Techromancer
Zolabud
Year of the Rat
And a few I'm sure I have forgotten
Best Bands/acts I've had the plaesure to see since arriving here-
Leonard Cohen (I know he's not local,but he is Canadian so does he count?)
Slam Dunk
High Arctic
Run Chico Run
Himalayan Bear
The Poor Choices
The Revolutionary Cyborg Band
The Role models
Whatever that band was at Talk is Cheap that night I went
Bank Robber (though they might as well be Slam Dunk)
Fujiya Yakimoto in a couple of months if they stay together
Best Venue-
Logans
Talk is Cheap
Sugar
Open Space
Worst-
Rehab
Save on Foods
Lucky
That place under the sticky wicket
Whatever the 50/50 in hindsight seems to hold promise. Some of the artists works I've seen outside of the gallery and on their own accord hold some merit and hope.
I can see how if one were to step outside of a scene here how they could get some work done. The arts are a funny thing in this city. The Art gallery truly sucks dicks and the lack of direction among the creative spirit is encouraged by the people who run this city.
WTF?! That seems to be where the real problem here is. A major lack of support and funding. This town is filled to the brim with the filthy rich, and they seem to do nothing to help it's culture grow and flourish.
Truth Be told Victoria I would love to suck you off if you had the balls to come all over the place!
Much love,
Max xo
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Truth Be Told Victoria
Scantily clad, pantily plaid. Victoria Oh Victoria how strange and dreary are you? What do we do? The Holidays are fast approaching, and I will treat you to a massive holiday blog! a holy log of a blog.
I went to see leonard Cohen and see him i did. Something about him that makes me crave bagels with creamed cheese capers and lox. Not these dry doughy lame bagels that you claim are bagels here,but a boiled and fire oven baked jewish glory holed bagel. A Leos salted bagel from Hanover square. Mmmmm....you have not lived. Leonard,you were fantastic. You are sexy and I love you! Your band was slick and graceful. Your show was fabulous! All 3 1/2 hours of it. Though I would have rather heard another song by you instead of that awful song by your collaborator. Boogie street? Really? What a shitty song. Beautiful voice however.
i went to Big Bad Johns the other night. I liked the wharf side dive feel of this shitty little hole in the wall. Nothing good to drink there or eat, other than bottomless stale peanuts. The charm was in this. Bras on the ceiling and surprise jumping spiders that the perverted old bar keep liked to see us ladies jump out of our seats to. I haven't seen much in the last couple of weeks due to lack of funds.
I did go Logans on wednesday as it was free. The night was two guys that worked at the bar spinning records that were for trade. Henderson & Kaups record swap was the title of the night. Themusic was interesting as it seemed to flow seamlessly from afro funk to punk rock and all in between. I was surprised to hear some John Cale that wasn't from Paris 1919.
I went to see Dreamboat the other night at sugar. The opening bands really really sucked.
What was with the Christian lounge music act? Truly Terrible.Kristian Values? For real?
Hrd Sex and something something were alright,just felt like a joke. I'm finding a lot of this in music lately. Everything is a fuckin joke. Some things are supposed to be funny, others are not. It's like they're tjnking if I treat it as a joke I don't have to actually learn how to make music or be any good at all. Cuz who wants to work at any thing right?
Dreamboat delivered a great set that had the crowd moving in unison. Not too shabby.
A lot of young hipsters writhing and attempting punk rock moves in fashionable discontent.
Whatever, it was good.
Blah, Blah, blah, blahg!
Good coffee at Fernwood coffee shop, and great brunch at Logans. The Bennies are dilectable. Choux Choux has fantastic lunch. Gourmet food for cheap! Mmmmeat!
Truth be told Victoria, you are in me now, and you will be subject to my query of collective consciousness of your fair maiden.
My sincerest sympathies,
Max xo
I went to see leonard Cohen and see him i did. Something about him that makes me crave bagels with creamed cheese capers and lox. Not these dry doughy lame bagels that you claim are bagels here,but a boiled and fire oven baked jewish glory holed bagel. A Leos salted bagel from Hanover square. Mmmmm....you have not lived. Leonard,you were fantastic. You are sexy and I love you! Your band was slick and graceful. Your show was fabulous! All 3 1/2 hours of it. Though I would have rather heard another song by you instead of that awful song by your collaborator. Boogie street? Really? What a shitty song. Beautiful voice however.
i went to Big Bad Johns the other night. I liked the wharf side dive feel of this shitty little hole in the wall. Nothing good to drink there or eat, other than bottomless stale peanuts. The charm was in this. Bras on the ceiling and surprise jumping spiders that the perverted old bar keep liked to see us ladies jump out of our seats to. I haven't seen much in the last couple of weeks due to lack of funds.
I did go Logans on wednesday as it was free. The night was two guys that worked at the bar spinning records that were for trade. Henderson & Kaups record swap was the title of the night. Themusic was interesting as it seemed to flow seamlessly from afro funk to punk rock and all in between. I was surprised to hear some John Cale that wasn't from Paris 1919.
I went to see Dreamboat the other night at sugar. The opening bands really really sucked.
What was with the Christian lounge music act? Truly Terrible.Kristian Values? For real?
Hrd Sex and something something were alright,just felt like a joke. I'm finding a lot of this in music lately. Everything is a fuckin joke. Some things are supposed to be funny, others are not. It's like they're tjnking if I treat it as a joke I don't have to actually learn how to make music or be any good at all. Cuz who wants to work at any thing right?
Dreamboat delivered a great set that had the crowd moving in unison. Not too shabby.
A lot of young hipsters writhing and attempting punk rock moves in fashionable discontent.
Whatever, it was good.
Blah, Blah, blah, blahg!
Good coffee at Fernwood coffee shop, and great brunch at Logans. The Bennies are dilectable. Choux Choux has fantastic lunch. Gourmet food for cheap! Mmmmeat!
Truth be told Victoria, you are in me now, and you will be subject to my query of collective consciousness of your fair maiden.
My sincerest sympathies,
Max xo
Monday, November 29, 2010
Truth Be Told Victoria
Pussy, cock and balls! You are a squirming can of worms Victoria! Every time I get a grasp, you squish through my fingers. This is a positive sign for sure! Some of you can't see the positive side of my blogging, that's ok. You probably haven't much taste or insight, and live in a teenage wasteland. You know the kind. You all hub in together in one shitty house, and never get ahead. No one does the dishes or sweeps the floor. Party! Party! Party!
I guess that's all you've got after 2am. Yourselves. Not a bad thing, just limited. Why can't some, or one of you get it together to make something happen after the public forum has finished with you?
Because you can't even get your ass out of bed in the morning, or bother to wash your clothes or cook a meal.
You know who you are. The one who thinks the world will deliver a noy of thanks for your greatness to your bedside.
Wed.-Talk is Cheap! 1 year party at Logans!- By far the best bar for me. There's food and music all week long. Even if it's a DJ, it's not top 40 bullshit. Talk is Cheap is a perfect example. Old and new school punk & garage rock on scratchy old records! Super!
The bartenders are local musicians with a no bullshit non-arrogant demeanor.
my only 2 complaints about this night were the lack of dancing and the too cool for school clique of people that showed up. Not everyone, but the vast majority seemed to be out to be seen rather than for the enjoyment of music. This is what the city is lacking. The spirit of participation, of rock and roll!
Thurs.-Aegis Fang at rehab for Zone Band of the month night and cd release.
I was happily one of the first 50 people to arrive, so admission was free. I had heard good things about this band so I thought I would give the venue another shot. Shots were cheap
and sticky! This venue has a stickiness to it i can't get with. The opening act were a duo that had a bopping sublime thing going on. WHY? Why people? Sublime sucked 20 years ago, and they still suck today. Besides that, where is your creativity?
So sitting among the cream of the college douchebags I await for a band I am told rocks!
The guys get on stage and the lights do their thing. Creating a false stardom that has not been accomplished as of yet. I guess becoming Zone band of the month is big in this town. I gave that station a listen for a few minutes, and as far as unoriginal fit in the box stations go, it's complete and cow uttering shit!
The band was basic rock. They switched instruments a few times but really I didn't see the point. The drummer sang from behind the drums and from the guitar, so really, who gives a shit. Generic rock. Not terrible, not ear grabbing. I didn't have any of their songs going around in my head or anything like that.
Oh well, tomorrow night would be exceptional.
Fri.-Grinderman at the commodore- Why Victoria? Why couldn't this happen in you? So fucking good I came three times!
Sat.-Movember night at Logans- The place was packed and my ears were still ringing from the night before. I donned my fu manchu style moustache and waited forever for a drink. The first band were a new band called the Bad Choices? Rotten Choices?
All girls garage rock band. Their set was short but exhibited a fun and unpretentious spirit. For their first show it was truly crotch moistening stuff. They seemed to have just learned their instruments and just get the guts to get up and do it. Mainly, their attitude is what was infectious. Ya!
Next up were a funky run of the mill bar band. The singer was in a shiny blues singer evening dress and gyrated vivaciously throughout the performance. At times I felt fear for her microphone. Her mouth seemed to want to swallow that bald little pecker. This was so average bar bluesy crap that i came close to leaving. Instead I played some table soccer! I won 3 out of 5 games!
Next were a country band called the Revival. They were pretty good. It took them a bit to get the crowd warmed up, but then the place was moving. it's nice to see people dance again!
The final act were an act I had wanted to see for some time. Bucan Bucan (pronounced Booshan). They started in the middle of the front room and made their way around the bar in triumphant european marching band style. Fitted with moustaches and red and black garb, they floated through the audience causing a wake of apllause after each song.
eventually they landed upon the stage and continued from there. That was a bit dissappointing, as i felt the intimate crowd performance caused a much better crowd reaction. Still, horns and strings a blaze, what a great way to end the night.
The mixed crowd I should add, seemed to really break down any pretentious airs that might have existed with a simple one kind of music night. Good job Logans!
So, ups and downs. more ups than downs this week I think. i feel better and cozier about living here this week than I did last week. I didn't get a chance to see any galleries this week. Hopefully this week will be more accomodating. Truth be told Victoria, you're an odd lot. I take comfort in that.
Max xo
I guess that's all you've got after 2am. Yourselves. Not a bad thing, just limited. Why can't some, or one of you get it together to make something happen after the public forum has finished with you?
Because you can't even get your ass out of bed in the morning, or bother to wash your clothes or cook a meal.
You know who you are. The one who thinks the world will deliver a noy of thanks for your greatness to your bedside.
Wed.-Talk is Cheap! 1 year party at Logans!- By far the best bar for me. There's food and music all week long. Even if it's a DJ, it's not top 40 bullshit. Talk is Cheap is a perfect example. Old and new school punk & garage rock on scratchy old records! Super!
The bartenders are local musicians with a no bullshit non-arrogant demeanor.
my only 2 complaints about this night were the lack of dancing and the too cool for school clique of people that showed up. Not everyone, but the vast majority seemed to be out to be seen rather than for the enjoyment of music. This is what the city is lacking. The spirit of participation, of rock and roll!
Thurs.-Aegis Fang at rehab for Zone Band of the month night and cd release.
I was happily one of the first 50 people to arrive, so admission was free. I had heard good things about this band so I thought I would give the venue another shot. Shots were cheap
and sticky! This venue has a stickiness to it i can't get with. The opening act were a duo that had a bopping sublime thing going on. WHY? Why people? Sublime sucked 20 years ago, and they still suck today. Besides that, where is your creativity?
So sitting among the cream of the college douchebags I await for a band I am told rocks!
The guys get on stage and the lights do their thing. Creating a false stardom that has not been accomplished as of yet. I guess becoming Zone band of the month is big in this town. I gave that station a listen for a few minutes, and as far as unoriginal fit in the box stations go, it's complete and cow uttering shit!
The band was basic rock. They switched instruments a few times but really I didn't see the point. The drummer sang from behind the drums and from the guitar, so really, who gives a shit. Generic rock. Not terrible, not ear grabbing. I didn't have any of their songs going around in my head or anything like that.
Oh well, tomorrow night would be exceptional.
Fri.-Grinderman at the commodore- Why Victoria? Why couldn't this happen in you? So fucking good I came three times!
Sat.-Movember night at Logans- The place was packed and my ears were still ringing from the night before. I donned my fu manchu style moustache and waited forever for a drink. The first band were a new band called the Bad Choices? Rotten Choices?
All girls garage rock band. Their set was short but exhibited a fun and unpretentious spirit. For their first show it was truly crotch moistening stuff. They seemed to have just learned their instruments and just get the guts to get up and do it. Mainly, their attitude is what was infectious. Ya!
Next up were a funky run of the mill bar band. The singer was in a shiny blues singer evening dress and gyrated vivaciously throughout the performance. At times I felt fear for her microphone. Her mouth seemed to want to swallow that bald little pecker. This was so average bar bluesy crap that i came close to leaving. Instead I played some table soccer! I won 3 out of 5 games!
Next were a country band called the Revival. They were pretty good. It took them a bit to get the crowd warmed up, but then the place was moving. it's nice to see people dance again!
The final act were an act I had wanted to see for some time. Bucan Bucan (pronounced Booshan). They started in the middle of the front room and made their way around the bar in triumphant european marching band style. Fitted with moustaches and red and black garb, they floated through the audience causing a wake of apllause after each song.
eventually they landed upon the stage and continued from there. That was a bit dissappointing, as i felt the intimate crowd performance caused a much better crowd reaction. Still, horns and strings a blaze, what a great way to end the night.
The mixed crowd I should add, seemed to really break down any pretentious airs that might have existed with a simple one kind of music night. Good job Logans!
So, ups and downs. more ups than downs this week I think. i feel better and cozier about living here this week than I did last week. I didn't get a chance to see any galleries this week. Hopefully this week will be more accomodating. Truth be told Victoria, you're an odd lot. I take comfort in that.
Max xo
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Truth Be Told Victoria
It is november and the people of this city are freaking out because of a few flakes of snow and some cool weather. This is still Canada. I understand that all must come to a screeching halt should any real accumulation take place. In many ways it feels as the though the city has been deep in snow now for some time. The hubristic attitude that pops it's head out puzzles me still.
People have told me to stop writing this. They don't understand why I am doing this. The things I review are either too negative, not detailed enough or the writing too poor.
They do not understand where I am coming from, or who the hell I think I am. I will add, many do.
Everything I state here is intended. The writing must remain simple and easy to understand. Reactive. Some may say I lack feeling. The feeling is reflective of you. I see how this can be difficult to comprehend. As an artist, a musician or a partaker of some sort, you are privileged in perhaps some how being able to see things with slightly different minds.
As to wether this contribution to this city is sufficient as some beacon or guide to what to do with yourselves. When it comes to you my little darlings with altered minds, I sincerely doubt it.
As for the rest of you who might think you are contributing something worth while to the artistic culture and make up of this city, I will be watching and listening and calling you on your work as I see it.
As for my experience and ability to judge with accuracy, I will leave that to you to decide for yourselves.
Know this, I am someone you have most likely met and conversed with. I am likely a friend or some one who has helped you further your artistic endeavors to some extent.
This is a forum where I am furthering your career further. Even if my comments are not favorable to you, I assure you, they are helpful to a degree.
We will come to know each other well as time goes by. Week after week we will converse here and there.
This is a city that lacks a great deal as far as what is available in the format of gallery and venue.
It is very frustrating coming from a city that has it all. From food to gallery to small stinky hole in the wall pleasure well. I hope that this city will offer up more as time passes. The good is sublime and the bad is truly terrible. Pizza is a great example. Victoria, your pizza is terrible. Pizza Prima Strada is an exception. Although they are a dine in exclusive spot. A wood oven Naples style pizza is the right way at least.
Wednesday I went to check out a small gallery on Fort street. Polychrome. The work was by J. MacGlaughlin. She is a local artist with roots in theatre, art and music. Her work was bland. Advertisements of the 50's and 60's altered and painted from tampered projection. The color schemes were dull and stark with contrast. The imagery of her work was almost always accompanied by a slogan. The window piece with it's diamond centered focal point and the 50's boy and girl on each side smiling in yellow and blue were accompanied by the slogan 'Thousands of Thrills in an Amazing World' stenciled above their heads while below the words 'How Would You Feel?' emblazzen the pastel yellow in guache blue.
This is to suggest we feel something. I felt distaste. The 'diner' style works would work in a kitsch diner on the lower east side.
The gallery itself isn't much of a gallery. It felt like it would be better off as a travel agency. I could see Ms. MacGlaughlins work donning the walls of some uber chique jet setters get away office for sure!
Later that night I dropped into logans briefly to check out Psych Night! with Kristian and Andy. These guys seemed really stoned. Their music wasn't really psychedelic , more funk and rock. The music kept switching from really scratchy sounding barely audible to blaring! It was a bit hard to take. I left.
Thursday I stayed in and ordered in some food from Shanghai Noodle. The vegetables tasted like they were from a can and the chicken seemed fresh! Odd. Good and bad.
Friday I went to Papparazzi night club for their Circus Side show night. It cost 8$ and was well worth it. The drinks were cheap and who doesn't like people who eat fire and glisten fancy! The odd world that was in these walls was a reminder of some of the bars back home. Good fun!
Saturday night 'Confronting New World Order' at the Ministry of casual living was direct and to the point.
Luke Woodyards installation focuses on the G20 in toronto. Anarchistic essay. I felt as an art installation there was a certain profound beauty to the visual aspect of the chaos that ensued their. It also focuses on the moronic nature of the radical edge. The Blac Bloc.
This is poetic political art. The issues are deep and cause powerful heated discussion. As just art, who doesn't like smoke and fire?
After I dropped in at Logans for a drink. Cover was cheap and the music was lame. DJ's?! Reggae DJs and dreadlocked hippie dancers. At least the mood and theme were
right in sync.
This coming week I will be in Vancouver to see a show. I will not be reviewing it as it is not in Victoria. So there will be no revue for Friday. Truth be told Victoria, I need a break from you. Hopefully you can muster up something good this week on the days I will be here.
Until then,
Max xo
People have told me to stop writing this. They don't understand why I am doing this. The things I review are either too negative, not detailed enough or the writing too poor.
They do not understand where I am coming from, or who the hell I think I am. I will add, many do.
Everything I state here is intended. The writing must remain simple and easy to understand. Reactive. Some may say I lack feeling. The feeling is reflective of you. I see how this can be difficult to comprehend. As an artist, a musician or a partaker of some sort, you are privileged in perhaps some how being able to see things with slightly different minds.
As to wether this contribution to this city is sufficient as some beacon or guide to what to do with yourselves. When it comes to you my little darlings with altered minds, I sincerely doubt it.
As for the rest of you who might think you are contributing something worth while to the artistic culture and make up of this city, I will be watching and listening and calling you on your work as I see it.
As for my experience and ability to judge with accuracy, I will leave that to you to decide for yourselves.
Know this, I am someone you have most likely met and conversed with. I am likely a friend or some one who has helped you further your artistic endeavors to some extent.
This is a forum where I am furthering your career further. Even if my comments are not favorable to you, I assure you, they are helpful to a degree.
We will come to know each other well as time goes by. Week after week we will converse here and there.
This is a city that lacks a great deal as far as what is available in the format of gallery and venue.
It is very frustrating coming from a city that has it all. From food to gallery to small stinky hole in the wall pleasure well. I hope that this city will offer up more as time passes. The good is sublime and the bad is truly terrible. Pizza is a great example. Victoria, your pizza is terrible. Pizza Prima Strada is an exception. Although they are a dine in exclusive spot. A wood oven Naples style pizza is the right way at least.
Wednesday I went to check out a small gallery on Fort street. Polychrome. The work was by J. MacGlaughlin. She is a local artist with roots in theatre, art and music. Her work was bland. Advertisements of the 50's and 60's altered and painted from tampered projection. The color schemes were dull and stark with contrast. The imagery of her work was almost always accompanied by a slogan. The window piece with it's diamond centered focal point and the 50's boy and girl on each side smiling in yellow and blue were accompanied by the slogan 'Thousands of Thrills in an Amazing World' stenciled above their heads while below the words 'How Would You Feel?' emblazzen the pastel yellow in guache blue.
This is to suggest we feel something. I felt distaste. The 'diner' style works would work in a kitsch diner on the lower east side.
The gallery itself isn't much of a gallery. It felt like it would be better off as a travel agency. I could see Ms. MacGlaughlins work donning the walls of some uber chique jet setters get away office for sure!
Later that night I dropped into logans briefly to check out Psych Night! with Kristian and Andy. These guys seemed really stoned. Their music wasn't really psychedelic , more funk and rock. The music kept switching from really scratchy sounding barely audible to blaring! It was a bit hard to take. I left.
Thursday I stayed in and ordered in some food from Shanghai Noodle. The vegetables tasted like they were from a can and the chicken seemed fresh! Odd. Good and bad.
Friday I went to Papparazzi night club for their Circus Side show night. It cost 8$ and was well worth it. The drinks were cheap and who doesn't like people who eat fire and glisten fancy! The odd world that was in these walls was a reminder of some of the bars back home. Good fun!
Saturday night 'Confronting New World Order' at the Ministry of casual living was direct and to the point.
Luke Woodyards installation focuses on the G20 in toronto. Anarchistic essay. I felt as an art installation there was a certain profound beauty to the visual aspect of the chaos that ensued their. It also focuses on the moronic nature of the radical edge. The Blac Bloc.
This is poetic political art. The issues are deep and cause powerful heated discussion. As just art, who doesn't like smoke and fire?
After I dropped in at Logans for a drink. Cover was cheap and the music was lame. DJ's?! Reggae DJs and dreadlocked hippie dancers. At least the mood and theme were
right in sync.
This coming week I will be in Vancouver to see a show. I will not be reviewing it as it is not in Victoria. So there will be no revue for Friday. Truth be told Victoria, I need a break from you. Hopefully you can muster up something good this week on the days I will be here.
Until then,
Max xo
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