Category Archives: Music

TeEnGiRl FaNtAsY izzzz KEWL!!111!!1!!!!!1111!

I’ve been listening to the esoteric Teengirl Fantasy for a while, but haven’t been able to find out a whole lot about them except that they might be from Ohio??? Here’s one of their songs:

In pursuit of further information about them I stumbled across this Angelfire-hosted “fan” site that is too funny not to share.

God bless the Internetz and goodnight!

 

Sar

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I Can Change, I Can Change, I Can Change, I Can Change

I love you, James Murphy.

Tell me a line
Make it easy for me
Open your arms
Dance with me until I feel all right

It’s good in the dark
Good in the dark
But into the lover’s light
Here comes another fight

So ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Bar me and hold me and cling to my arm

Here it comes
Here it comes

And what you’re asking me now
Disastrous now
Hoping and hoping and hoping the feeling goes away

Never change, never change, never change, never change
Never change, never change, never change
This is why I fell in love

Never change, never change, never change, never change
Never change, never change, never change
That’s just who I fell in love with

This is the time
The very best time
So give me a line
And take me home
Take me over

But dashing the hopes
Dashing the hopes
And smashing the pride
The morning’s got you on the ropes

And love is a murderer
Love is a murderer
But if she calls you tonight
Everything is all right
Yeah, we know

And love is a curse
Shoved in a hearse
Love is an open book to a verse
Of your bad poetry
And this is coming from me

But I can change, I can change, I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change,
If it helps you fall in love

I can change, I can change, I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change, I can change
If it helps you fall in love

Turn on the light
Make it easy for me
Fill the divide
Fumble in the kitchen ’til it’s right
What an awful sight

But there’s love in your eyes
Love in your eyes
Love in your eyes
But maybe that’s just what your lover finds all night

I can change, I can change, I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change, I can change
If it helps you fall in love

I can change, I can change, I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change, I can change
If it helps you fall in love

And I can change, I can change, I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change, I can change
If it helps you feel real love

And I can change, I can change, I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change, I can change
If it helps you fall in love

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Purity Ring

Go go go
Go go go-o
Go go go-go go

See

See

See

Them tonight at

W R O N G B A R

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F.M. 4 Evahhh

This popped up on my newsfeed today and made me smile.

Freddie Mercury was such a weird, cool cat. Who else could rock an overbite that way? If you have never seen live footage of Queen before, please do watch this. The swagger and the strut of this man are unparalleled. He’s a magician and a prancing prince letting his freak flag flap all over the place and I love him forever for that.

– SC

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Azealia Banks – Jumanji

Fuck yesssssss. We are going bananas over this one!

– Sarah Cynthia

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Farewell MCA

Yesterday we said goodbye to Adam Yauch, also known as MCA of the Beastie Boys. What a sad month for music … first Levon and now this. Fuck you, cancer!

This video pretty much encompasses everything we love about the Beasties. It runs around half an hour, and if you haven’t seen it, for god’s sake check it out. It’s the best. Thank you MCA for being so awesome.

Love, Sylvia and Sarah

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Widowspeak – Wicked Game

Love this love this love this cover of this song that we love.

G’night …….

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Doom Squad

Sometimes, when I wander up the pathways of my mind, I remember …

Running on a pine needle carpet, among the trees, warpaint on my face. Sitting round a fire, lying back and staring at the Milky Way. Strange rituals, talismans, codes written on birch bark and unravelled. Symbols scratched into the dirt. Meaning in the forest. Intention in the lake. Soul in the stones. A heartbeat in the earth …

Hear it?? Listen!

Listen!

Listen!

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Music Makes the People Come Together, Yeah!!

I was chatting with one of my wives this afternoon, and she mentioned this thing called the International Mixtape Project. It’s kind of like a chain letter, except cool instead of annoying: you sign up on their website, pay a $10 fee to cover their admin costs (fair, I suppose), and submit your address. Each month, a random member’s address is sent to you, and  you mail them a mixtape or CD.  You, in turn, receive one from another random member. (Please note that if anyone actually sends me a tape, I’ll be pissed. I got rid of my Walkman when I was twelve and how the fuck will I get the songs onto my computer?? Damn hipsters.)

With 1200 members in thirty countries, I expect the musical tastes of the IMP to be relatively broad. It sounds like a great way to gain exposure to new and different artists, and share something with a stranger who could be thousands of miles away. The IMP is yet another manifestation of our generation’s desire to connect … amirite? I love that it makes use of snail mail. Receiving an email containing a .zip file full of mp3’s is just, I’m sorry, not interested. But a real thing, a physical package that necessitates the checking of my mailbox? Now that‘s exciting.

So I just signed up. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Love, Sarah

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Avalanches – Since I Left You

Happy Sunday Afternoon! I love this song, this group, this album SO MUCH. I don’t know how I went all this time — like, my whole life until ten minutes ago — without seeing the video. What creative geniuses. Make another album …. please? …. someday? ………..

I’ll wait.

Love, Sarah

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Levon’s Last Waltz

Oh, god. Just read that Levon Helm is “in the final stages of his battle with cancer.” This is such a loss for the whole world of music. I’m especially crushed because he played here in Toronto fairly recently, and for some stupid reason (read: work), I didn’t go see him. At least I have The Last Waltz to remember him by. If you don’t know, this is Martin Scorsese’s love letter to The Band, documenting their final live performance. The Band invited some friends to play with them that night: friends like Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, Van Morrison, Eric Clapton, Muddy Waters … needless to say the performances are extraordinary.

I’ve watched this film many times and I never fail to shed a tear or three at the sound of Joni Mitchell’s mermaid voice as she harmonizes with an inordinately coked-out Neil Young on “Helpless.” I dare you to remain dry-eyed:

And here’s The Band doing Up On Cripple Creek. This — handsome, earthy, kinetic, and having the time of his life — is how I will always remember Levon:

Levon, I really do love you. Thanks for everything. I wish you peace and contentment on your journey.

SC

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Schitz Popinov

Originally introduced to us by Wolf “Ghostprom” Haddock, aka the new father of consciousness heightening sound art, we are once again transfixed; this time by the awe inspiring mixes of Vancouver based and aptly named Schitz Popinov. We believe the music speaks for itself, so have a listen… you won’t be disappointed!

More Ear Candy here.

Keep it real,

Sylvia.

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Gypsy Flashmob

The Lemon Bucket Orkestra is, in their own words, “Toronto’s only Balkan-Klezmer-Gypsy-Party-Punk Super-Band.” I don’t know much about them other than that they’re fucking full tilt boogie fantastical. We were lucky enough to have a few members play at a party we hosted last summer, but I caught my first full LBO performance last weekend, on the Saturday night of CMW. Walking home from the Horseshoe with a friend, we passed French restaurant La Palette. The front doors were open, and we could see that the whole Orkestra was playing whilst standing on the bar, so naturally we stopped to watch … and naturally we ran into a friend … who naturally offered us some all-natural herbal refreshment … and that was it. We couldn’t remember what our prior plan had been. We didn’t care that my ladyfriend had a band practice in seven hours. We didn’t even know our own names. We were completely absorbed into the flow of the experience … egoless, anonymous, joyous.

Eventually, the whole Orkestra dismounted from the bar, and came out onto the sidewalk. They played on, dancing, marching, and climbing all over La Palette’s rickshaw (parked out front). At one point, my 19-year-old raver self awoke to say OHMYGODDDDDIKNOWTHISSONNNG … the saxophonist was honking out the riff from Benny Benassi’s Satisfaction. I’m sure we’ve all leapt up and down while maniacally panting “Push me – and then just touch me – so I can get my – Satisfaction” at least once or twice, but I never thought I’d be doing it to a live, acoustic, gypsy rendition of the song. Look!!

Thank you to whoever had the presence of mind to film that and then put it up on YouTube!

Anyways, the Orkestra ended up leading us in a parade up Queen St, all the way back to the Horseshoe from whence we came. Their wild energy seemed boundless. We were laughing, panting, red-faced, and sweaty, just from dancing along, and we weren’t even playing instruments. These magical people are so emphatically the real thing — true, good players who love what they do — and they frankly blew every show I saw as part of CMW out of the water. (Except Ben Caplan. And maybe Zeus.) Here’s another video some beautiful soul shot that night. Enjoyyyyy!

– Sarah Cynth

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Nights and Weekends?

There is a band playing RIGHT NOW at the corner of Queen and Dovercourt. Looks like they’re having the time of their lives. “Nights and Weekends” ….. I don’t know who you are, but thank you for creating this impromptu sidewalk party!

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CMWhere?!

Good morning! Afternoon. I’m drinking some much-needed coffee and listening to a free mixtape from Audioblood. If you like, you can download it here.

So, yes, the CMW CN Tower show yesterday was wonderful. It kicked off with a short set by Ben Caplan, who has been called “the grandson of Tom Waits.” Halifax-based, Ben’s got a rich, original sound, and a growly voice that sounds like something crawling up out of Hell’s underbelly. He is hilariously gonzo and quick on his feet, and his stream-of-consciousness banter between songs had everyone laughing. In fact, he transformed the crowd … when he began playing, it was a bunch of mostly media folk, standing around with drinks, and the only people right up close to the stage were the photographers. By the end of the set, he had us all singing along. He’s compelling, and it’s hard to avoid getting excited about his performances.

Speaking of excitement, OMGJOELPLASKETTYAAA!! I went to school in Halifax for a couple of years, and it was there that I was inducted into the Plaskett cult of adoration. Frankly I haven’t listened to him in years, but when I found out about this show, I busted out La De Da and In Need of Medical Attention, as well as the newer Three, and jammed to his bright, earnest, wholly Canadian rock’n’roll.

The show was just fun. You know when a band has toured for years together, and all the musicians have chops and mesh with one another, and they sound great because they’ve earned it, and they’re rollicking around on stage and totally feeling it, and you’re totally feeling it too? That. Truthfully (truthfully), I didn’t recognize too many of the songs they played. But we did hear “Work out Fine,” and the eternally delightful “Come on Teacher” … which has got to have some of the silliest lyrics of all time.

Come on teacher, just admit it
You think that I will never get it
I’m the bad ass of your classroom
Now you’ve got a bad ass classroom

The sun was going down when Plaskett’s set ended. We headed down to the glass floor, which didn’t really feel scary because it didn’t look or feel real. We walked around the outside circumference of the Tower, peering westward and looking for our homes. We couldn’t find them but we did spot Bellwoods! We saw Toronto Island, with the Porter Airlines ferry chugging back and forth, and immediately began planning picnics and boat rides that I ardently hope will occur. The city was all spread out below us … it was vast, and in the burgeoning twilight, alluring. Full of promises blowing in on this warm spring air ….



Here‘s the CMW schedule. Tonight I’m going to see Young Rival and Jenn Grant at the Mod Club. After that it’s unclear but I’d like to check out Shad’s showcase at the Garrison. Or maybe the Audioblood showcase at Sneaky Dee’s. Or Lee’s Palace? Or the Crawford? Or or or or or …………



Some of those low-grade cell phone pics I was telling ya about!

Ben Caplan

Your Traffic Report

The Island

City Lights

Massive-Gift-Shop-Bear-Mennh!

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CMWhaa?!

I’m not sure how this happened, BUT …..

I spent this afternoon atop the CN Tower, at the opening gala of Canadian Music Week. Performing were Ben Caplan, and Joel Plaskett and the Emergency. With acts like those, needless to say I was excited. Also I’ve never been to the CN Tower before, so that was pretty cool. Okay, it was incredibly, googly-faced cool! Have you been there lately?! Glass floor?! WOWOWOWOWOW!!

So, I’ll write more later, and maybe even post the lame photos I took with my phone, “just so later I’ll remember that I was definitely there,” but for now, let me end my first Drunk CMW post thusly:

“When ya get to the end and they say that’s it?
Just hit that chord ya always hit!”

My new motto for life, world, and everything, care of Joel Plaskett who by the way, still looks like he’s about sixteen. I shook his hand …. and even though my hand was clammy, he didn’t hold back. That’s a real good East Coast boy.

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Paradise Animals

Thanks to Young Lions Music Club for introducing Paradise Animals to us! They’re playing at the Drake tomorrow night. We can’t go but if you like what you hear, you should!

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Ducky – Killing Time/Your Ever After

This. This this this this THIS!!

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Beautiful Strangers

Speaking of Die Antwoord, I caught their show at the Phoenix last night, and, well, the love affair continues. I can’t get enough of these weirdos! Apparently I am not alone; the show was Sold Out, and since we’d neglected to buy tickets, guess who stood out in the rain for an hour rustlin’ up a pair? This girl. It just goes to show how important it is to plan these things out beforehand. I also forgot my earplugs, but a really nice guy who works at the Phoenix managed to find some for me (thank you Paul!) It was one of several warm and friendly human connections we made that evening. We also witnessed plenty of rudeness and passive-aggressive snarking, which seem to be common at shows in Toronto.

In fact, I’ve been thinking about the concept of “show ettiquette” a lot lately … does it even exist? Seldom are we Torontonians forced into such close quarters with our fellow humans, and when we are, the results can be volatile. It’s like the subway at rush hour, but with some serious emotion involved: “You think you love this band? love this band!” Add some alcohol and drugs, and you’ve got a human soup that may bubble over in all kinds of ways. I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on the subject, dear readers …..

Anyways, Die Antwoord. Which is Afrikaans for “The Answer.” I’m not at all sure what the question is. But if I had to guess I’d say it’s, “Where can I find some avant-garde South African hip-hop/performance art that’s flashy, trashy, and funny, featuring a male singer who has been wearing the same pair of boxer shorts for years, and a female singer with a really intense mullet?”

See?!

Ninja and Yo-Landi Vi$$er are backed by DJ Hi-Tek. Not Talib’s guy; he’s a South African DJ who has for some reason chosen to go by the same moniker. Regardless, he spun some fat tracks, went shirtless, got sweaty, and in all other ways held it down. Ninja is a great stage personality …. ugly-cute and charismatic, he interacted with fans in the front row, crowdsurfed like a pro, and even paused during a verse to break up some animosity in the pit. However compelling Ninja was, though, I spent very little time actually watching him since it was so difficult to drag my eyes away from Miss Vi$$er. “Pixie” doesn’t even begin to describe her tininess, her cuteness, and her fierceness. She spat verses in a cartoonishly squeaky voice. And when she rolled out all of her R’s in “Rich Bitch,” making it sound more like “Rrrreeach Beach,” I practically barfed a rainbow.

As well as being bandmates, Ninja and Yo-Landi are real-life husband and wife, and the love really showed on stage. Each acted as the other’s hype man, and they danced in unison while wearing matching oversized sweatsuits. They kept the energy high throughout a set that went by all too quickly.

I loved every minute of the show … Die Antwoord sound much better live than on any recording I’ve heard, which is always a good sign. There was an incredible energy in the room. More than anything I enjoyed the confluence of talent, humour, and oddness. I could spend hours pulling back the onion skin layers of reality-vs-art-vs-artifice, but I’m having too much fun with Die Antwoord to care.

In the comments for this vid: “Someone can explain this…. ? Please”

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