Go go go
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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
Goodbye, goodbye, I’m sailing away to Tennessee to see some bands, knock off a few brain cells, and commune with my furry brethren. See?
It was at Bonnaroo last year that Sylvia and I first fell in love. The drive down was a daisy chain of laughter and fun, and our whole experience at the Farm was vibrantly coloured by our newfound infatuation: each other. Thus it is with greatest sadness that I part from my beloved Syl for a whole week; she simply shan’t be coming to Roo this year! After all, someone has to earn some money around here!
So in honour of my friendiversary with Syl, I thought I’d share some honeymoon pics. These are all from Roo 2011. More to follow upon my return. For now my darlings, feast your eyes on these beauts …..
Syl messing around with Gary. I’m not sure it’s water in that Camelbak.
Sometimes what you need to stumble upon at seven am is an impromptu dubstep party!
Now that I think of it, this was the first time I’d ever encountered a Spirit Hood. Funny how much things change in a year, non? PS: I still love you Tim. You, and your moustache.
Gary about to go shank a bitch.
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.
Good evening! I’m kickin back with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and a glass of rosé, Interneting around, having a blast, and I’ve found many a menh to share …
If you enjoy skewering Millenials — the sense of entitlement, the rampant financial irresponsibility — then you may want to check out this salty shishkebob from The Fiscal Times. It highlights some items we Millenials consider necessary, like iPads, smartphones, and jewelry. Wait … jewelry? Honestly, WTF?! Who are these twentysomethings buying luxury bling? Most of my jewelry looks like it was woven together out of shiny pebbles by a resourceful hobo meth head. And for all I know, some of it was …
This is why it’s strange to read articles about “my” generation … often, I feel like what’s being described has nothing to do with me. I have no student debt, and the idea of my parents giving me monetary handouts is, as my parents would happily tell you, laughable.
However upon further reflection I see that though I eschew many forms of conspicuous consumption, I’m not immune to the gleam of filthy lucre … I revel in dining out, and I’m a nascent wine snob. Most tellingly of all, I write to you this evening from my shiny MacBook Pro, which I consider a “necessity” because, well, uhh, I have this blog, and I need to be able to write things, and I can’t really see myself with a Dell or a Toshiba because, uhh, they don’t represent how I view myself, my lifestyle, and, well, Apple is really cool, and I want to be cool maybe by association, and how else will I fit in with all the other cool kids doing fake homework at my local fair trade coffee shop? And also, it’s shiny??
Yikes. Other news includes ….
A dog teaching a baby to crawl:
So adorable! I love everything about this … except the precious, infantilized, plink-plink music. What is up with that? Why do all these charming dog/baby videos have the same lame soundtrack? What, as soon as I pop out a kid, I’m going to start listening to Raffi’s studio outtakes all the time? Fuck. That.
Oh … but, also! Music! Amazing music!! On a plane!!! That’s about to take off for Romania!!!! Check out the latest magical amateur vid of Lemon Bucket Orkestra jamming in an unusual place:
Such incredible joie de vivre! Seriously, how many people do you know who could — and more importantly would — turn something as boring and unpleasant as a delayed Air Canada flight into a party? I tip my fedora upside down to you, LBO.
And also to you, dear reader! You’re pretttttty. I like ya. And that’s not just the wine talking …
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
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!
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”