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10 aprile On Introducing The Most Awesome New Addition To Our Planet.....Can I Have Your Attention, Please?
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*Ahem
Just wanted to take a few seconds to congratulate Amy & Ben on their brand new daughter. In this messed up world all it takes is a few seconds to ponder these little miracles and then we realize why we're here in the first place. So... without further ado... ladies and gentlemen... I VERY happily present...
Miss Cadance Etta Fraser.
I love you guys.
30 marzo On When Or Idols Become Ridiculous (Or 'How I Stopped Worrying And Learned To Love The Seal Hunt')Wow!
I haven't written anything in ages, which sucks beyond the telling as I have a TON of stuff I want to write about. The 30th Anniversary of the dawning of a new rock n roll era... St. Patrick's Day Fun... the AMAZING Coldplay concert.... But who has time?!?
I've just worked 47 hours in the last 5 days and have 4 more solid days of work ahead of me so forgive me if I ramble!
What I want to talk about briefly - rant, if I may - is something that's pretty current in the news over the last few days.
Morrissey is a whiney crybaby.
"WHAT!?" You exclaim. "Stephen Patrick Morrissey? The man once dubbed 'The Great White Whine' by the NME? The man who was happy in the haze a drunken hour but heaven knows he's miserable now? The man who's littered his new (and frankly a little dull) album with song titles like Dear God Please Help Me... You Have Killed Me... The Youngest Was The Most Loved... The Father Who Must Be Killed... Life Is A Pigsty... I'll Never Be Anybody's Hero Now... !?!?!
THAT Morrissey?
Yup.
The Mozzer has decided - and been very vocal about it - that he is excluding Canada from his next tour to promote his new album. Why? Because of our government sanctioned annual Seal Hunt. He decries it as barbaric and cruel and, to be frank, I'm not really going to argue the point. I feel it's fairly unnecessary as well. I'm not an animal rights nazi (More on THAT choice of words later) by any means. I eat meat. I wear leather. But uneccessary cruelty certainly does ruffle my feathers. But to argue a point, mankind has been hunting animals for their fur and meat since he learned to carry a club so where do I REALLY stand on the subject?
Look, everyone! That's me sitting up high and quite comfortably on the fence. And I'm very happy to be here.
But then that's not really the thing that grinds my gears. (Thank you, Peter Griffin)
What I'm upset about are Morrissey's broad generalizations that Canada is a nation of savages - second only to China in the world with animal rights abuses! I cry BULLSHIT, Mr. Morrissey. And while I don't have all the documented information I'm sure this is nonsense.
He also says that the Canadian Government says that the Hunting Industry provides jobs and helps the economy in that area. Morrissey's arguement? Well building concentration camps during World War II provided construction jobs. No. He REALLY said that. How fucking DARE he compare the horrors commited by the Nazis during WWII to ANIMALS being hunted. Is his value on human life that small? Has he become so obsessed by a pet cause that he would make such a hurtful and ridiculous statement?!
Morrissey WILL however play in the United States of America. He will. In a country that he COMPLETELY mocks on his last album in the biting track America Is Not The World. He'll play in a country that attacks other countries COMPLETELY against the wishes of the global community and sends thousands of its sons and daughters off to die and kill thousands of other sons and daughters all in the name of a profit. Not a PROPHET. A profit! He'll play lots of gigs in a country that probably eats more meat per capita than any other country in the world. He'll play in a country where racism, homophobia and poverty are glazed over with a shiney veneer of mom and apple pie.
I'm sorry. Maybe I'M the crazy one here, but I think a human life and human dignity is a bit more important than that of a baby seal. And the United States has consistantly, in my opinion, showed how little they value human life on a global and local scale.
I have an idea. Play gigs in Canada. Maybe use your position in a positive way to educate people. Set up some stalls with info on the seal hunt. Perhaps take a few minutes to speak to your fans and perhaps sway them intelligently to your opinion. Maybe, as gruesome as it is, show a short film before you go on stage showing the hunt and state why it offends you. In short, use your voice for positive, constructive means instead of a petulant, childish outburst. "I don't like the way you play so I'm not going to play at your house... and I'm telling my mommy! WAAAAHHHH!"
So, way to go, Morrissey. Way to alienate one of your LONGEST standing fans! For god's sake! You even call L.A. home now, you hypocritical tit.
You sang, years ago, that, "We hate it when our friends become successful."
Well... I hate it when our friends become self-rightous, hypocritical, self-agrandizing parodies of themselves.
I own EVERY album by The Smiths. ALL of your solo albums and most of your singles (some even on vinyl! Remember that one old timer?!) and even bought your self released last album when you were DROPPED by your record label (GASP!)
Well ya know what? I DOWNLOADED your most recent album. You know... the one I won't get to see you play live? Because the country I live in is akin to Nazi Germany?
And ya know what?
It's kinda crap.
You boycott Canada?
I boycott washed up old queens on a soapbox.
04 gennaio On New Beginnings And The End Of The Annus HorribilusSo here's my first blog in months.
I wish I could say I was off on some amazing globetrotting adventure - hence my abscence... but I was just lazy, bogged with work and COGECO are whores. It's a long story and one not worth the telling in here.
Wow.
It's 2006. It's hard to believe that a whole year has gone by since the ball dropped twelve months ago. It's often said that 'Time flies when you're having fun.' Well, I can state with a clear conscience that it also flies by when your life is a cesspool of grief and loss, as well. The last half of 2005 is pretty much a blur to me, especially the summer. Kevin's death kinda struck me in a profound way that I never expected. I miss him every day of my life. But I sat with Keith (His twin brother - for those of you not in the know) on Christmas Eve and we had a drink and talked for a while. His visit was the best present I got all year, almost, and I send all my love to him. He helped me see that Kev wouldn't want us to sit and mourn all the time which is kinda how I've been feeling a lot. He helped me see that Kev wasn't hurting any more... that he was at peace. And in doing so he helped me kind of find a little bit myself. Keith's own strength helped me bolster my own. I love ya, man!
So there we go. The end of - as Queen Elizabeth once stated - my Annus Horribilus. That's Latin for 'Terrible Year', you perverts!!! Kev, Ian And Steve passing within a week... losing my job because of a HORRIBLE person and politics... (There's a GREAT HAPPY coda to THAT story that I'll tell sometime - let's just say the Karma Police paid a call to several people!).... but that's IT! It's DONE!
I don't want everyone to think that it was all unhappiness and misery and I was walking around all year with a raincloud over my head like Grimly Fiendish. In the midst of the shit there was some GREAT stuff, too. The bad shit brought a bunch of us closer together which has been fantastic. And for all the loss there were gains whose value can not begin to be measured. Friendships were made - and without these friendships and the love that came with them I don't know if I could have made it through. I don't need to mention names... you know who you are. But thanks to all of you guys who RALLIED THE TROOPS around me... the fantastic and BEST NEIGHBOURS I ever had... and to all my friends who've been there through it all!!! I love ya lots!
And now 2006.
We move forward.
And move forward I must. Complacency sucks. I've been in the biggest rut of my life for years... living in comfort... enjoying my life like I was still 22 (I'm SO not!)... not really thinking of the future. I know it's trite to throw out new year's resolutions so I won't.
Instead I'll throw out my New Year's Revolution!
No one can instigate significant change in my life direction other than myself. So the decadent, selfserving dictator of The Republica of Dave is getting overthrown in a bloodless coup. The constant boozing every night stops. The slow decline into the dreaded Valley of The Beer Belly stops and the rise to the plateaus of (at least) decent health begins! The money squandered on stupidity by the old dictator stops! Instead, debts get paid... bills get paid... money gets put away so that the people can finish their much neglected education. Friends who've been locked away in the prisons of neglect and self-absorbtion will be liberated and once more run free in the fields of camaraderie and friendship...
I know it sounds like lip service but it's gonna happen. Just watch!
So on THAT note...
So begins a new year... Death Cab For Cutie sing, 'This is the new year and I don't feel any different'... but I DO! For the first time in a long time I feel optimistic. I feel hope. I feel like I'm no longer rudderless and I kinda know where I'm going. And you know what? It feels FANTASTIC!
So to all my old friends, my new friends and my friends yet to be (because after all, strangers are only friends we haven't met yet) I send all my best wishes and love for an amazing 2006.
I love you all.
Dave
02 novembre On Music...So here I am looking for new and myriad ways to procrastinate when I should be cleaning my apartment... is anyone surprised? So I thought I'd pop off a few words about something that's very important in my life. Music.
Anyone who knows me knows how passionate I am about music. It's probably my GREATEST passion, actually, followed closely by snacks and the ballet. I can't imagine a day without music... some would say it borders on obsession.
Music is a powerful thing. It can set moods... it can be a harbinger of memory, both bad and good. There are songs that I hear today that instantly make me think of Kevin (Travis, The Guess Who, Incubus) and I probably will until the day I die. These memories are, of course, bittersweet. I'm reminded how much I miss him but I'm also reminded of the many fun nights, over a few pints, where we sat and watched my Travis dvds - putting on the subtitles and singing along like it was Kareoke night in my apartment. Kevin was NEVER as good a singer as I was - hahaha. But those sad memories are tempered by the great ones.
My taste is as diverse as my many split personalities. If you know me I tend to lean towards the U.K. Rock... but there are days when I'm slapping on some techno and groovin' around my apartment. Or chilling out with some ambient trippy stuff. Or getting my Celtic Groove on or doing the Punk thing or just listening to Abba or The Carpenters.... I'm ALL over the place.
I guess what I'm saying is that music is as much a form of therapy to me as lying on a shrink's couch. And I hope music is as important to anyone who reads this.
So on that note... take a peek at my song lists. You'll quickly see how diverse the selection is. That's pretty much what I listened to over that period with the 7000 songs on my iTunes on shuffle. If there's stuff you haven't heard of by ALL MEANS do a little research! Pop over to www.allmusic.com and maybe discover a cool new band. I've been told by Mister Greg Edgar and a few other people that they often look at my lists to find cool new tracks and that's flattering. Not all of it may be to your own personal tastes but there are some gems in there for you to uncover. Lemme know, too, if you discover something you really love! I dig hearing what everyone else is listening to. And if you have a band you love and think I may adore them equally then PLEASE e-mail me or lemme know! I love travelling the vast undiscovered country of the music industry and mapping it out in my head... making new finds and sharing them. I'm like Lewis and Clark... but without t he canoes or Indian slaves.
Anyway... 'Re-Offender' by Travis just popped on... as always I think of Kevin and I'm smiling. Greatly missed but much loved.
'Peace The Fuck Out', gang......
06 ottobre On Superman's Questionable Morality And The Seduction Of The Innocent....So I spent about two hours yesterday in front of the computer laughing out loud! I've visited this site before and buzzed through a few things and found it funny.... But MAN!!! There's some whacked and twisted stuff out there for all you comic geeks!!!
Take a peek for yourself!
It's all sorts of funny covers and panels from comic books showing why ..well... why Superman is a dick! And he is! You'll laugh out loud at some of this crazy stuff! Twisted! Mysogonistic? You bet! And all gloriously captioned by the site editor! Very funny stuff.
But it isn't just Superman stuff. He does other comic weirdness for fun! Archie and the gang in X-Rated covers? Well... not really... these things saw print but are gloriously taken out of context! And there's a whole section devoted to panels from the past that - when looked at the wrong way - could be considered downright pornographic!
So if you have some time to kill take a peek! WELL worth the visit! But be warned! There's LOTS of content... you could get sucked in for hours! I was!
Peace
30 settembre On Meeting Expectations, New Beginings, Old Places Revisited And Farewells.So after all the excitement about last night's premiere of Smallville I have one thing to say. IT ROCKED! Full of lot's of little geek moments that made the hair on my arms stand on end! Ha ha ha! I climb upon this mountain of geekiness proudly and wave my banner for all to see! Now I can't wait for next week!
I start my new/old job tonight and I'm pretty stoked. It was actually really nice yesterday. Some people on staff heard I was coming back and actually PHONED me to say how happy they were about my return to the fold. That made me feel pretty good and it's been tough feeling pretty good recently. So thanks, guys. You know who you are.
I actually went into Boston Pizza last night to meet everyone for a drink. It was nice to see everyone again but it was tough looking at the little witches that helped cause my demise. (The other half of the blame being placed squarely upon the shoulders of yours truly). She even went out of her way to be EXTRA friendly with everyone... I think she was trying to make me uncomfortable. It didn't work. It just reminded me what a small, ignorant person she is. Ah, well. I was polite enough, I suppose. I can pretend to be a bigger person. Regardless, it's their loss.
If anyone's free on Sunday you need to come to Puck Around. It's Mr. Adam Coe's last night doing the open mic with Neal. "WHAT?" you ask? Well Ad-rock went and got himself a cool job in Toronto so he's moving up there. I'll state, for the record, that everyone here is going to miss him very, very much. He's one of those all around good people that you meet so rarely in your life. Then again, he's only a few hours away and that WOULD give me one more reason to get the heck outta Dodge.... er... Sarnia, once in a while.
Anyway... I should probably go and get ready for work! I've had a fairly unproductive day, so far. Just sitting and reading.
Have a great one, gang!
Oh!
And Happy Birthday Leah!!!! 29 settembre Cue Majestic John Williams Score!Smallville Spoilers
So after months of waiting, Smallville's season 5 premiere is tonight! We get all the big questions from the cliffhanger answered! What was in the big black spaceship?! (Kryptonian criminals from the Phantom Zone... and Braniac!) Who survived the meteor strike at the Kent Farm? (Everyone but Jason.. he has his own show now, ya know! 'Supernatural' on the WB) Where is this snowy wasteland that Clark has been banished to? (If you don't realize he's at the North Pole and he's getting his Fortress of Solitude then you either are mildly retarded or haven't watched the previews AT ALL! Ha Ha Ha!) And where did Chloe vanish to? (Hint: I hope she brought her mitts and scarf! Go North Young Lady!)
Anyway.... This is a show that's been hot and cold with me recently. Last season was utter tripe! Ridiculous plot lines like Lana being the reincarnation of some old French witch and doing magic.. and um... kung fu? But I suppose the plotline of the three Kryptonian artifacts brought us to this point. This season is shaping up to look very cool. They've, apparently, paying a HUGE tip of the hat to the mythology and look set up by Richard Donner in his original Superman movie with Christopher Reeve. The Fortress looks identical... the Phantom Zone is still the twirly mirror with everyone's faces planted against it like college students trying to squeeze into a phone booth... but best of all?!? They're starting to use bits of John William's iconic score! Snatches of theme worked in here and there with the regular scoring. That always gives me goosebumps.
They're saying in promos that this season 'becomes Legend!' I hope that means that they're going to explore the Superman mythos more and ignore silly things like witches and other nonsense. James Marsters (Spike from Buffy) has joined the cast as Braniac. Carrie Fisher (Princess Leah) is on board as the Editor in Chief of The Daily Planet (So HOPEFULLY more Metropolis action). A young blonde man named Arthur Curry who is a VERY good swimmer is swinging by for a visit. (HINT HINT!) AND we finally get to see Lex's decent into villainy!
So, yeah. I'm pretty stoked.
They have a lot to redeem themselves after last season. But then again. Even at it's eye rolling, groaning worst Smallville sets out to do EXACTLY what it's meant to do - be an hour of pure, unadulterated escapist fun.
If anyone wants to come watch it with us tonight just lemme know. |
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