Truth Be Told Victoria

Well, it has been quite the week!  I'm putting myself out there now!  I decided to start a Facebook account, and have made friends quick and steadily. This Blog has had 163 visitors in 1 week!  Hard to believe. 
Well Victoria, we may be friends now,  however, i am critiquing you for whatever may come my way.  I am searching for signs of life,  yet I am having difficulty finding your pulse.
Wednesday night I went to Smiths for a drink and a some food.
The special was a free range beef burger.  Though it was good, after I had made a stupid remark about how 'free reange really does taste better', and someone asked 'how so?'. I was stupefied by own lazy tongue.  Aren't most cows 'free range'? You can still pump a free roaming animal full of hormones.
So, although I truly did enjoyed the burger, I would not be able to tell you by taste that this was a penned or free roaming creature.  Plus charred meat with sauces and the like taste good.
Victorias oldest DJ was the provider of music.  DJ B-money.
I could have cared less.  I am not a big fan of canned music as it is, but if it is some how interesting and different, I might stick around.  This was not the case for me. Plus the crowd that came in for this was all gelled up and fake 'n' baked.  No matter how much of that orange goop you apply boys & girls this town will never become Miami!
I walked through downtown, past the Sticky Wicket and all of those obnoxious people writhing over each other in the street.  Coming up to the Cactus Club, I felt more turned off than ever. It was time to go home. I hailed a cab and home it was.


Thursday night I set out with hope and an open mind.  There was a gallery show at the 50/50. I arrived to the kind of crowd you might expect at a hipster hangout in the village.
I felt fairly uncomfortable.  Eyes of judgement gaze. Why? I can't figure out?  The fashion on the shoulders and feet of most of these people is terrible!  Like something out of an American Apparel ad.  The art was mediochre at best. Some was meant to be shocking I suppose,  though it was really just porn.  Why the works of these 3 artists was placed together I haven't a clue.  Perhaps friendship.  That would be the only acceptable reasoning in my opinion.
The artis were Liz Dempsey, Lee McLure and Eric Volet.
This exhibit was bullshit!  Not to say that all the artists works were crap (though some of it was for sure), it just didn't make sense as a group showing.  Again with the DJs!  Stop!  If you're going to spin records at a gallery make sure it is complimentary.  In hind sight the music made as much sense as the show.
Home with nothing but irritable sweaty pits again!


Friday night!  This is the night of nights is it not? 
I went to Lucky Bar to check out Humans with WIZERDZ.
Electro dance pop music! Could be fun.  I tried my best to surrender to this night.  I wanted so bad to be able to let myself go and feel the night!  Instead I felt cramped and pushed and shoved and hit and groped!  My shoes were wet with spilled beer and these people!  Gross!  It was hard to concentrate on the music fully with so much testosterone in the room.  This music was an art.  Or a fart?  Techno art fart?  Fun but not strange enough to really bend the air.  Stinky in all the right parts?  Not quite.  Alright Victoria,  it's 2am and it's all over, where's the afterhours?  No afterhours?  No bands at an old wharehouse or closed boutique?  How can we have a nightlife without these?  Hmmm....something smells funny.  Shit! It's my pits again!


Saturday turned out to be the greatest treat and the worst.
This Blog is about nightlife, arts and music, however I must comment on the daytime activity of this past Saturday.  The city came to life with the Dead!  Zombies took over downtown Victoria for a good couple of hours in the afternoon!  Scowls from Sat. afternoon shoppers were as plenty as the awe and happy surprise upon the faces of the unsuspecting weekend afternoon consumers! Hundreds of people decked out in blood and pasty white make up. This was truly wonderful and I applaud the people who brought this to the streets of this hum drum town!  If I'm here next year, I want in on this.
The after party for this was at Logans Pub.  I was so there!
Too bad most people from downtown earlier in the day were not.  And the Zombie bands were not quite right for the mood of this pre-Halloween event. Slapstick country from M.D. Wren & the Sick Kids.  These were the two guys in yamakas last week at the OPen Space show!  This time with a full band.  The band was good and they were entertaing,  yet it put a bad taste in my mouth. And, no, it wasn't the brains from the brain eating contest!  It was the fake drawl and false country honky tonk feel of these songs hitting the air.  Strange band for a zombie night.
The next band was also in the country vein.  They were a bit more thematic with their music, however it was still a strange choice of band I thought.  They were called Ball Gag and Chain Gang.  They couldn't sing very well, however the enrgy was up a notch from the last band.  When they brought the dijeridoo out,  I was done!  Unless you're an aboriginee from the out back calling upon dream time, I am not interested in hearing this in any genre.  Trith be told Victoria,  you're better when the dead walk your streets mid day than when the brain dead inhabit your clubs and galleries.  


Happy Halloween!  Until next sunday,


Max. xo