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
Monday, November 29, 2010
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
Monday, November 15, 2010
Truth Be Told Victoria
Feverish, soar throated, I walk the nights of this city zombified and not quite there. This is what it must be like to be Ozzy minus 99%. This week i haven't been out as much as I would have like to have been. Still, I made it to a few things. Next week i will be more on time and have more to say I hope. the childish comments keep tumbling in, and interest still seems to be there. We'll see I suppose.
WED-
WED-
Lemon Tree Presents : 3Stix, National Tape, The Dyeing Merchants,and Durban Poison. A terrible turn out for some strangely billed together bands. This event felt unwelcoming and strange. First of all, the room was much too large for such a small turn out. The sound was muddled and the performances were wrought with uncomfortable moments. the Dying Merchants feel like a boyfriend/girlfriend band that grew up listening to quasi and the magnetic fields. not a terrible thing, just kind of lacking in vocal presence. This was probably the best sounding band of the night. And their set had major feedbacking issues. This event just sucked. I had to leave when the louder band took stage as it just sounded like we were in a box. A large empty box, which we were. I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame at this show. I couldn't place why exactly, but this all felt bad. it isn't fair of me to review the bands for this show really. it was poorly put together and I asked for my money back. Thurs-I stayed home sick. Friday- OZZy! A true barely alive rock icon! Full headbanger regalia all around. A lot of 'dudes' from Langford and people just ate this up! Even though in reality, the show suffered big time. There were some good back catalogue hits that were not so well performed. Faires wear boots was only half played and man, Ozzy just seemed old and not well. Still, people seemed to enjoy themselves. i like black Sabbath, and this was not at the same calibre. oh well, shitty for me or anyone that expected more. Saturday- Luke Doucet at Logans a/the sunparlour players- Show started at 10pm with a packed house that was quite warm. Literally! The heat was on I guess. My tits were wading nipple deep in sweat! The Sunparlour players were an indie type folk band that reminded me a bit of the Hold Steady. A fat guy singing about whatever. The instrumentation was interesting at least. I like banjo and percussive whips and belts. They played for too long. We weren't here for this band and they should respect that by playing a short set. It felt like it went on forever. Finally around 11:30 Luke Doucet went on. He donned the famous white falcon guitar and started the show with a bang! Well maybe not a bang, more like a thump. This stuff didn't feel as alive as I had remembered it. I wanted some great anthemic guitar playing,but it never really lifted off or delivered. Oh, wait there's Emily haines with some shots for the band! Perhaps this will get things going? Maybe she'll join in? No chance. MEgan Boddy did however, and that was quite nice. She has a lovely voice, probably much nicer than what we would have heard from the boney ms. Haines. I took a moment to try and say hello to her at the bar. She was surrounded by fellow Metric band members who held their elbows in poised stiffness as I tried to approach. She donned hey hooded fur lined parka as if it need to assure us that she was "indie", which she is not. I asked Josh Winstead of the band if he was enjoying the show. He answered with a snobbish arrogance 'we're playing tomorrow night', I didn't ask that question. These people seem really into themselves. They weren't enjoying the show, they weren't anywhere near the stage. They were enjoying themselves. i wonder if they could enjoy anyone else? That's it. That's all I've got for this week. Luke was ok. I found he played past a point of interest as well. Would have been nice to see a local band on the bill. I would wager they would have had a better shot at captivating an audience. Truth be told Victoria, I'm sick and tired. I'm going back to bed. love Max xo |
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Truth Be Told Victoria
So....another week, another tale to tell of crap bands, great bands, art that really really sucks and the worst food I've ever had.
The abuse continues. the insults continue to plunder in and out. It can be easy to fall into a footprint of instability when you are being bombarded by the continuous crap talk of the mentally weak. We have all been there. Unless we somehow missed high school.
Tuesday- On the first tuesday of every month, the art gallery of Victoria has a pay by donation day. Most large cities have these once a week. I understand that larger cities make more money and therefore can afford such a treat.
I decided to get my kids and check out the central intelligence of art in Victoria. The Art Gallery has a very institutional look about it. You couldn't tell it was a gallery if you didn't know where to look. There is a sculpture out front that is no tell tale sign as most office buildings are adorned with them.
Upon entry I became a bit excited. Filled with anticipation and hope. After sliding my 10 dollars through the slot on the donation box, I made for the first room on the left. The Emily Carr room. I was immediately taken in. These paintings were so rich with life and color. Her broad meaty strokes convulsing upon the canvas and creating an impression of the nature that was so peacefully before her.
This was to be expected. We all know this is her town. let's see what else this place has got.
The next exhibit was by Daniel Laskarin and titled Agnostic Objects (Things Persist).
The exhibit asks us to question the works on display and in turn question ourselves. Pieces such as 'Butterfly Trap' and 'Row your boat'. The latter a collaboration with Cleo Laskarin, had me questioning why you needed two people to come up with this crap on the wall, the former felt like a joke. Perhaps that was the point. A giant dupe on our gallery curators and the people of Victoria. A giant hoop rotating with a tv screen of a face was supposed to be meaningful to anything or anyone? These were the questions I had. Why? What the fuck? and how much is this guy getting paid?
On to the next exhibit.
Samurais! Yup. Sumurais! Lots of centuries old samurai armor and lots of reading on the walls. While I like Samurais and can appreciate the art of the armor, I felt like this was more of an exhibit that should be in a museum.
Same goes for the next room. Lots of little snuff boxes from Japan and China. I mean lots! God! No wonder the artists in this city are suffering so. The example being set as accomplished art is so limited and malnourished. The Japanese garden was a perfect example of this. The path leads you to a small pond that is filled with rust and debris. I pictured coy and a feeling of Japanese care that was seriously lacking. WTF Victoria!
The next rooms had a few brilliant paintings by Thomas Sidney Cooper who seemed to like sheep very very much. The Francois LeMoyne was the first and only nude that I had seen in this gallery. I don't understand. The Sophie Pemberton portraiture were quite nice.
Well, that was it for the gallery. I am at a loss. However, I do have new eyes and a heavier heart for the artists that live here after witnessing that lame ass excuse of a city gallery.
Wednesday- Dropped into Logans for a drink with a friend. DJs?! Oh no! Not really into this. However I stayed and had a drink and to my pleasant surprise the place came to life. The scene was kind of different. The huge afro DJ was playing a mix of soul, reggae,and funk in the front window of the bar. Tables were shoved out of the way as the music took over and people began to dance. This felt unusual but quite alive and fresh!
We decided to have another couple of drinks and let go. A good time! Then we went and had some pizza accross the street. Big mistake. Really greasy and gut wrenching. My friend threw up.
Thursday-I went to Rehab to check out something different. Boy was it different. Plus what a terrible name for a bar. Insulting really. Electric Empress and the Electric Druids.
This was terrible. I can't believe I stayed as long as I did. Both these bands fall into a prog rock category, but in a way that misses the mark beyond there even being a mark. It felt like everyone in the room was trying to be nice and smile and sit there and I don't know what. This was like heavy not metal meets rock that doesn't really rock. This place had a weird vibe to it too. I can't suggest any of this to anyone except those that have crossed me somehow or truly deserve an awful time.
Friday-Another night at Logans! This time with some bands from Vancouver and locals Slam Dunk! The place was pretty full and real steamy. The first band wasn't that great. Root Beer Hype. I like Root Beer, but these guys were pretty flat. A mix of Wolf parade (not in a good way) and something I couldn't put my finger on. At least their set was
short. The next bands were real similar. Punky short stabbing songs that were sincere if not good. Hari legs and Nu Sensae. The poster for this show was disturbingly brilliant. A shivering moustached naked fellow in a puddle of his own sweat.
Slam Dunk! took the night. It felt like a party when these guys and gals were on stage. Although the sax player kinda sucked, it added a dimention of stooges style amptitude.
At one point the crowd surfers were so amped up that the band went into a chant to calm the house down. This was the best thing I had seen in Victoria thus far. One thing to mention about this show, is the fact that it was a good mix of people. Punks and indie kids and older beardo freaks. What a good night! There is hope yet!
Saturday-I went to see the Pack A.D. at Sugar with Von Bones. Big mistake. There were hardly any people there and after Friday night wow, what a huge disappointment. The opening band was really really bad. They could have played at Rehab with those other crap bands on Thursday. The Pack A.D. were ok. The singer was passionate and the drummer was chatty. I like the girl power vibe they have. Though, this is just blues. Kind of a sub par White Stripes type thing and after a couple of songs,quite boring.
Oh well. Kind of a successful week with friday being the good night as it should be. Truth be told Victoria, you need to get your act together so more nights are like this last friday night.
Restaurant footnote-
Sunday(today)-went to dinner at Osaka Sushi. This was one of the worst dinners out I've ever had. We ordered some Miso soup, Sashimi, edamame and Beef & Chicken teriyaki.
the miso soup was standard. Edamame was also standard, cant really screw that stuff up.
The Sashimi was terrible. It looked like it had been cut with a dull saw. my friends had bones in it. Bones! when the server came it didn't seem to phase her. She asked if she would like another order. she politely declined. The teriyaki came and this was truly disgusting. Covered in slime, as if someone had sneezed all over it or worse. The vegetables were raw. Asparagus, Broccoli and sprouts. All raw. The rice was good.
The worst part was when the waitress came it didn't seem to bother her that we hadn't eaten anything other than the rice. She asked if we wanted to pack it up for home. When we said no, she brought us the bill. Terrible.
Have a good week all, and thank you.
love Max xo
The abuse continues. the insults continue to plunder in and out. It can be easy to fall into a footprint of instability when you are being bombarded by the continuous crap talk of the mentally weak. We have all been there. Unless we somehow missed high school.
Tuesday- On the first tuesday of every month, the art gallery of Victoria has a pay by donation day. Most large cities have these once a week. I understand that larger cities make more money and therefore can afford such a treat.
I decided to get my kids and check out the central intelligence of art in Victoria. The Art Gallery has a very institutional look about it. You couldn't tell it was a gallery if you didn't know where to look. There is a sculpture out front that is no tell tale sign as most office buildings are adorned with them.
Upon entry I became a bit excited. Filled with anticipation and hope. After sliding my 10 dollars through the slot on the donation box, I made for the first room on the left. The Emily Carr room. I was immediately taken in. These paintings were so rich with life and color. Her broad meaty strokes convulsing upon the canvas and creating an impression of the nature that was so peacefully before her.
This was to be expected. We all know this is her town. let's see what else this place has got.
The next exhibit was by Daniel Laskarin and titled Agnostic Objects (Things Persist).
The exhibit asks us to question the works on display and in turn question ourselves. Pieces such as 'Butterfly Trap' and 'Row your boat'. The latter a collaboration with Cleo Laskarin, had me questioning why you needed two people to come up with this crap on the wall, the former felt like a joke. Perhaps that was the point. A giant dupe on our gallery curators and the people of Victoria. A giant hoop rotating with a tv screen of a face was supposed to be meaningful to anything or anyone? These were the questions I had. Why? What the fuck? and how much is this guy getting paid?
On to the next exhibit.
Samurais! Yup. Sumurais! Lots of centuries old samurai armor and lots of reading on the walls. While I like Samurais and can appreciate the art of the armor, I felt like this was more of an exhibit that should be in a museum.
Same goes for the next room. Lots of little snuff boxes from Japan and China. I mean lots! God! No wonder the artists in this city are suffering so. The example being set as accomplished art is so limited and malnourished. The Japanese garden was a perfect example of this. The path leads you to a small pond that is filled with rust and debris. I pictured coy and a feeling of Japanese care that was seriously lacking. WTF Victoria!
The next rooms had a few brilliant paintings by Thomas Sidney Cooper who seemed to like sheep very very much. The Francois LeMoyne was the first and only nude that I had seen in this gallery. I don't understand. The Sophie Pemberton portraiture were quite nice.
Well, that was it for the gallery. I am at a loss. However, I do have new eyes and a heavier heart for the artists that live here after witnessing that lame ass excuse of a city gallery.
Wednesday- Dropped into Logans for a drink with a friend. DJs?! Oh no! Not really into this. However I stayed and had a drink and to my pleasant surprise the place came to life. The scene was kind of different. The huge afro DJ was playing a mix of soul, reggae,and funk in the front window of the bar. Tables were shoved out of the way as the music took over and people began to dance. This felt unusual but quite alive and fresh!
We decided to have another couple of drinks and let go. A good time! Then we went and had some pizza accross the street. Big mistake. Really greasy and gut wrenching. My friend threw up.
Thursday-I went to Rehab to check out something different. Boy was it different. Plus what a terrible name for a bar. Insulting really. Electric Empress and the Electric Druids.
This was terrible. I can't believe I stayed as long as I did. Both these bands fall into a prog rock category, but in a way that misses the mark beyond there even being a mark. It felt like everyone in the room was trying to be nice and smile and sit there and I don't know what. This was like heavy not metal meets rock that doesn't really rock. This place had a weird vibe to it too. I can't suggest any of this to anyone except those that have crossed me somehow or truly deserve an awful time.
Friday-Another night at Logans! This time with some bands from Vancouver and locals Slam Dunk! The place was pretty full and real steamy. The first band wasn't that great. Root Beer Hype. I like Root Beer, but these guys were pretty flat. A mix of Wolf parade (not in a good way) and something I couldn't put my finger on. At least their set was
short. The next bands were real similar. Punky short stabbing songs that were sincere if not good. Hari legs and Nu Sensae. The poster for this show was disturbingly brilliant. A shivering moustached naked fellow in a puddle of his own sweat.
Slam Dunk! took the night. It felt like a party when these guys and gals were on stage. Although the sax player kinda sucked, it added a dimention of stooges style amptitude.
At one point the crowd surfers were so amped up that the band went into a chant to calm the house down. This was the best thing I had seen in Victoria thus far. One thing to mention about this show, is the fact that it was a good mix of people. Punks and indie kids and older beardo freaks. What a good night! There is hope yet!
Saturday-I went to see the Pack A.D. at Sugar with Von Bones. Big mistake. There were hardly any people there and after Friday night wow, what a huge disappointment. The opening band was really really bad. They could have played at Rehab with those other crap bands on Thursday. The Pack A.D. were ok. The singer was passionate and the drummer was chatty. I like the girl power vibe they have. Though, this is just blues. Kind of a sub par White Stripes type thing and after a couple of songs,quite boring.
Oh well. Kind of a successful week with friday being the good night as it should be. Truth be told Victoria, you need to get your act together so more nights are like this last friday night.
Restaurant footnote-
Sunday(today)-went to dinner at Osaka Sushi. This was one of the worst dinners out I've ever had. We ordered some Miso soup, Sashimi, edamame and Beef & Chicken teriyaki.
the miso soup was standard. Edamame was also standard, cant really screw that stuff up.
The Sashimi was terrible. It looked like it had been cut with a dull saw. my friends had bones in it. Bones! when the server came it didn't seem to phase her. She asked if she would like another order. she politely declined. The teriyaki came and this was truly disgusting. Covered in slime, as if someone had sneezed all over it or worse. The vegetables were raw. Asparagus, Broccoli and sprouts. All raw. The rice was good.
The worst part was when the waitress came it didn't seem to bother her that we hadn't eaten anything other than the rice. She asked if we wanted to pack it up for home. When we said no, she brought us the bill. Terrible.
Have a good week all, and thank you.
love Max xo
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