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Go go go-o
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Them tonight at
W R O N G B A R
Go go go
Go go go-o
Go go go-go go
Them tonight at
W R O N G B A R
Whether you’re in the city working, laying low at home, or heading to a cottage and bragging about it on Facebook (bastards), we hope you find time to do some of THIS:
Fuck yesssssss. We are going bananas over this one!
– Sarah Cynthia
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!
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? ………..
This is one of my most cherished, all-time favourite pieces of live music footage. The outfits? The aerobics? David Byrne’s dance moves? The synth solos? Tina Weymouth’s bangs? So perfect.
If I was in a band and I saw this, I would probably just give up.
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
Many heartfelt thanks to all that came out for the Official Daily Menh Launch Party last night at Poutini’s! To all of our friends, old and new, your attendance meant the world to us. Each and every one of you has fueled our inspiration and given us reason to empty out the contents of our minds onto the pages of this blog! Weloveyoulongtime!
Your submissions, requests, commentary, and feedback are always welcome and desired, so drop us a line anytime! Email us at email@example.com, find us on Facebook, or tweet @TheDailyMenh; we would love to hear from you! We will be posting lots of pictures of the event over the coming days, so stay tuned!
We will leave you with this in the meantime:
We were reminiscing the other day about all the movies we harbored obsessions for while growing up. It was decided that most of them were in fact really not made for children at all, but rather came from the fucked up minds of bored creatives, who took some sort of sick satisfaction in subliminally scarring their impressionable viewers. The Labyrinth is an obvious example, and this video hits the nail on the head. Whether or not you are a Labyrinth-phile, (we find people either love it, hate it, or haven’t seen it), this video is pretty funny. You should watch the whole thing, but 2 minutes in is where the real magic happens. David Bowie we are not quite sure what it is, but you got away with something here.
Mennnh! Happy Saturday!
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? I 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?”
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”
Fresh Keys. The Dancing Man is in his best form here.
This song makes me think that everything is just the way it should be…