Wednesday, December 01, 2004

if for some reason i'm not present, blame it on my adolescence

So last night I was like, "Oh yeah, I have a weblog. Maybe I should, like, check on that or something." So I clicked my way over to the web statistics and thought everything looked normal, until I noticed that I had gotten 100 more hits than the last time I checked, which is sort of odd, since people don't generally read this. Some kind person linked my Arcade Fire entry in a post on the Questionable Content forums. So, thank you very much, sir! As for The Arcade Fire themselves, when I saw them in September I was tempted to bring this QC strip (contains "adult language") to show Richard Parry, but then decided against it because it would have been incredibly awkward, and someone else had probably already borne the brunt of that incredibly awkward exchange before I even thought of doing so.

It was my 21st birthday on November 15th and, knowing that I love Richard Parry with great fervour and tenderness, my amazing and talented friend Vanessa made a painting for me based on a photo she took at the Clark Hall Pub show of him drumming on an amplifier:

Definitely one of the coolest gifts I have ever received.

Joel Plaskett doing one of the things he does best: looking like an ostrich. A very attractive ostrich, but an ostrich nonetheless.

I just had two dates with Joel Plaskett, by which I mean I went to both Monday and Tuesday's Joel Plaskett shows at The Grad Club. The Joel Plaskett Emergency is currently opening for The Tragically Hip across Canada and chose to play a couple of shows in Kingston during some of their time off. Mr. Plaskett, ex- of the mighty Thrush Hermit, is one of my favourite songwriters. I remember that after I bought Down At The Khyber I listened to it at least two or three times a week for a year-and-a-half. (It's still a good record, but, uh, I'm a little burned out on it now.) Monday's show was with the full Joel Plaskett Emergency band, but Tuesday was a solo show. He is such a charming man. Vanessa suggested that Joel and Buck 65 have a contest in which they try to out-charm each other, but I think the collateral damage in broken hearts would be astronomical.

The full band show, while an undeniably good time, didn't measure up to the Emergency's April visit to the same venue. However, last night was a really special experience, from the Celtic-ized "Down At The Khyber," an impromptu cover of Springsteen's "Growin' Up" with Pete Elkas, to lots of tunes from his new solo record slated to come out in February, among other things. The neatest part was when Joel covered a song his father had written. Joel had found an old cassette tape in his father's house of songs his dad had secretly written and recorded when he was younger, and Joel was really taken by one of them and decided to cover it for his new record. "My dad recorded these when he was in his mid-30s, and I'm 29 years old now, so not far off, and listening to this tape was like listening to my own voice in a few years." It was a very pretty, simple love song, which I assume was written for Joel's mother. More collateral damage in the form of broken hearts ensued.

"I know I'm being self-indulgent here playing all these new songs, and I'm sorry. But I'm missing Da Vinci's Inquest to play for you guys, so I'm allowed to be self-indulgent."

In other news, I am still absolutely terrified of ex-Hermit, current Emergency member, and well-respected Can-Rock producer Ian McGettigan. It is some combination of the pallor, the long-running intentionally terrible hair, the lack of facial expression, the denim jacket Be-Dazzled with the word "FOX" on the back, and a certain je ne sais quoi of creepy. When I was hanging up my jacket, he asked me if I was waiting for the bathroom, and I thought I was going to pee my pants in fear. I was so scared, in fact, that I could not inform him that the door he was looking at did not lead to a bathroom, which he subsequently discovered for himself.

There is a used CD sale going on in the JDUC. I am very weak:
Beastie Boys - Hello Nasty
The Cars - Just What I Needed: The Cars Anthology
The Charlatans UK - Melting Pot
Elbow - Cast of Thousands
Ben Folds - Rocking The Suburbs
Marvin Gaye - The Very Best of Marvin Gaye
Jay-Z - The Blueprint: Vol. 1
Mike O'Neill - What Happens Now?
The Super Friendz - Slide Show
Thrush Hermit - Sweet Homewrecker
In my defense, I had been looking for copies of the last three records to no avail for the last three years or so, and have spent a few months trying to find a copy of Cast of Thousands that DIDN'T cost $23 or more.

I read this article in the Toronto Star yesterday and laughed pretty hard:
The men who tended the crops at Canada's largest marijuana grown operation in the former Molson brewery are considered by many to be "local heroes," defence lawyer Randall Barrs told a court yesterday, after six more of his clients pled guilty to production of marijuana for the purpose of trafficking . . . Barrs said the marijuana his clients grew was "less harmful to society than the beer that was produced at the plant before it became a marijuana grow operation." He said a joint submission between the defence and the Crown for 3 1/2 to five years in prison for five of the men will "one day seem Draconian."
I lived in Barrie for a summer when I worked at Honda, and one day on the way to work, my dad was mentioning the high frequency of drug use among highschool students and general residents in the city. I said, "If I actually lived here, I'd be taking a lot of drugs too." (If you have ever been to Barrie, you probably understand.) 'Local heroes' indeed.

Student Health is processing several vials of my blood to try and figure out why I have been having to sleep 12 to 18 hours a day. It has not been good for my schoolwork. Still, Radical Dudez, Whiskey Steve & The Steves, and others at Clark on Thursday night for $3, unless I have come to further personify death and disease.

*The Joel Plaskett Emergency, "Come On Teacher"