dear friends...
dear friends,
i have decided to replace my "dear friends" emails with this wee blog.
maybe someday i will get to wear one of these.
special thanks to mr. optimuscrime for my super-great header.
the last six days have brought six shows. tommorow brings the retirement home, or hopefully some law and order. [i miss you lenny]. sore feet and a workload that is increasing faster than my bank balance is decreasing aside, it was all worth it.
wed- tegan and sara at la salla rosa. my favourite montreal venue. delightful stage banter and femme-mullets.
thurs- luke doucet (the original pocketfriend), pete elkas (the prettiest eyelashes in all of can-con rock), and cuff the duke at cafe campus. all of whom i have seen before. all of whom i like more each time.
fri- sea snakes, jim guthrie band, gentleman reg, constantines at main hall. new venue. super-duper awesome computer-video-turn-animation back drop. jim guthrie's survior cover was the higlight pour moi. well, that and discovering a new pocket friend in gentleman reg. i also drank like britney spears. i do have to give two thumbs down to baseball hat/losing his shit guy and his best-friend-forever screech from saved by the bell who was blowing smoke rings who were right in front of me. could we all just leave a little personal space for jesus?
sat- the blocks blocks blocks showcase at casa de popolo. my favourite show of pop montreal regulation time. the pretty little phonemes. the ha-mazing hank collective. [cds added to collection] and the barcelona pavillion. steven kado is also in my pocket. to love the creeping nobodies required a y chromosone i don't have. however, i did not think they were bad. i also think i saw fefe dobson around that night.
sun- mission of burma and some forgettable openers at cabaret. bit o a sausage fest. way more weiners than tacos in the house. sore throated singer=sad sad story. that's when i reached for my revolver. that's when it all got blown away. [um, not literally]. best line of the night. mission of burma bassist "i think we played here back in the old days, i remember a checkered floor". guy on balcony "yeah it was called checkers". m-o-b bassist: "were you there?" balcony buddy: "no, but my friend was". m-o-b bassist: "is he dead now?".
mon- although pop montreal regulation period is over. the illustrious circle road manor decided to go into overtime to check out rilo kiley. featuring little hannah from troop beverly hills singing and playing the guitar. sweet as pie and a suitably delightful way to end the festival of pop.
and now i must go to bed. i am getting to be a little less hip and a little more hip-replacement with each passing day.
yours in the name of all that is sociological,
cam
i have decided to replace my "dear friends" emails with this wee blog.
maybe someday i will get to wear one of these.
special thanks to mr. optimuscrime for my super-great header.
the last six days have brought six shows. tommorow brings the retirement home, or hopefully some law and order. [i miss you lenny]. sore feet and a workload that is increasing faster than my bank balance is decreasing aside, it was all worth it.
wed- tegan and sara at la salla rosa. my favourite montreal venue. delightful stage banter and femme-mullets.
thurs- luke doucet (the original pocketfriend), pete elkas (the prettiest eyelashes in all of can-con rock), and cuff the duke at cafe campus. all of whom i have seen before. all of whom i like more each time.
fri- sea snakes, jim guthrie band, gentleman reg, constantines at main hall. new venue. super-duper awesome computer-video-turn-animation back drop. jim guthrie's survior cover was the higlight pour moi. well, that and discovering a new pocket friend in gentleman reg. i also drank like britney spears. i do have to give two thumbs down to baseball hat/losing his shit guy and his best-friend-forever screech from saved by the bell who was blowing smoke rings who were right in front of me. could we all just leave a little personal space for jesus?
sat- the blocks blocks blocks showcase at casa de popolo. my favourite show of pop montreal regulation time. the pretty little phonemes. the ha-mazing hank collective. [cds added to collection] and the barcelona pavillion. steven kado is also in my pocket. to love the creeping nobodies required a y chromosone i don't have. however, i did not think they were bad. i also think i saw fefe dobson around that night.
sun- mission of burma and some forgettable openers at cabaret. bit o a sausage fest. way more weiners than tacos in the house. sore throated singer=sad sad story. that's when i reached for my revolver. that's when it all got blown away. [um, not literally]. best line of the night. mission of burma bassist "i think we played here back in the old days, i remember a checkered floor". guy on balcony "yeah it was called checkers". m-o-b bassist: "were you there?" balcony buddy: "no, but my friend was". m-o-b bassist: "is he dead now?".
mon- although pop montreal regulation period is over. the illustrious circle road manor decided to go into overtime to check out rilo kiley. featuring little hannah from troop beverly hills singing and playing the guitar. sweet as pie and a suitably delightful way to end the festival of pop.
and now i must go to bed. i am getting to be a little less hip and a little more hip-replacement with each passing day.
yours in the name of all that is sociological,
cam
posted by Ms. Cam at 01:29
2 Comments:
so yeah,
was trying to tell sean how exactly pocket friend theory originated... how did we come up with it? i feel that i must have mentioned it to you... but i feel like someone else might have mentioned it to me. sofi?
hilary-- i first got it from you at the luke doucet show, when you said something like, aw, i just want a pocket sized version i can take out and play with... although persnaps you got it from sofi.
sofi do you want to claim intellectual property rights?
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