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