Of Insomnia...

You know what I hate about tattoos? ...I've thought of like 800 great ideas and I want them ALL.

You know what I love about shows? I've been to like 800 in the past two weeks. Frankie Foo and the YoYo Smugglers last night and everythan.. kicking so much ass.

Tonka and Puma, Azores, First Rate People and Face Party on Tuesday. I hope to see all the many many many people who read this blog. So basically, EVERYONE EVER BORN. Ever.

Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah I made the flyer.

Of Late Afternoon reflective Poetry...

"This town ain't big enough for the both of us."
The look you shot me...
It was a Harpoon disguised as a gaze...
I watch the thoughts hidden behind your head race...
Am I taking something away?
As I try to determine...
Which of us is the lioness and which is
The gazelle with the broken leg...
You hiss
I laugh
"Here Kitty, kitty... this town ain't big enough for the both of us."

can't it all be like this mama?

Of Husbands and Scabbies...

They call me scabby gabie... yes indeed!

So I'm about to embark on an awesome three month mission to film as many cool things about Tdot as possible! That includes stores, organizations, events, bands, venues, parks, parking spots, bridges, holes, molemen, spinach, and mummies. No, not your mom, mummies. Local Toronto mummies. Please notify me if you know if anything wicked cool to be filmed. Matt has suggested a restaurant that has "Tv Dinner Thursdays" that I am fo sho checking out. Fo sho fo sho. More on this later. Ace of cakes is on.

Aside from that, I'm wondering why I am not married to this bad boy yet:


and wondering when this bad boy is going to heal:


[Photo by: Katrina Sung] and yeah, thus is my life at the moment. Got some wicked shows coming up... 22nd is Pop With Brains a-la the Vaudeville Whores and Broken Bricks.. 23rd I'm going to see a random band The Guest Bedroom because they sound pretty rad... on the 2nd Tonka & Puma and Azores are playing at our very own Rancho Relaxo ( I actually just finished a beautiful flyer) and on the 6th Lava and the Ash and our buddies in Big Crimes will also be playing at Rancho!! Ahh concerts. And, well the 13th of COURSE but that is a SURPRISE.

Somewhere inbetween all that dancing I have to get accepted to a school and get my tattoo finished. But I'm on my way to that right now and I'm really anxious/excited to see where I get in!! I hope they like my stuff.

Death by Rock and Roll...

"You know those bands.... those bands who make a record or a song or play a show so god damn good you figure they don't need pussy, drugs, or any form of human enthusiasam or triumph to feel any sort of joy? The kind that make you go 'If I were them, I could die happy knowing I was in a band this good. No regrets or fear, I've completed my destiny and now I should die.' You know?" He was chewing a piece of gum furiously. Half of me was so concentrated on the tiny bit of flavored rubber swishing back and forth between his nicotine stained teeth I barely realized he was speaking to me. One tooth looked like an arrow head. The embarrassingly outdated microphone in my hand shook slightly.
"Yes." I said.
"We can only hope." he smiled. The tiny lines between his teeth oozed solos in every vessel of my blood. "Was that good?" he asked.
"...that... was perfect." I responded. I thanked him and walked away, the mechanical box a treasure chest and the tape inside precious cargo, irreplaceable by time or man. The voice that sang a thousand songs, a thousand sixty four words deep in my pocket. Every one poetry. Suddenly neither the time wasted standing outside waiting for a ticket to a sold out show or the freezing cold, scraping at my lungs, made a difference. My heart beat in times faster than any drum beat and my toes were curled up inside my shoes. Every hair on the back of my neck stood, pins in a pincushion.

Oh yeah there, there goes your skull and bones, talking through your broke telephones. Will they play as you fall? The bathroom stall.

You gotta do what you gotta do...

Oh blogging. I was sure I'd keep this up both longer and more in depth than I have. I was going to do a post about my favorite albums of the decade or whatever... I still have that blog saved in a draft I think. Perhaps I will just do it simply, without all the cocknbull.

In no particular order:

Man Man- Rabbit Habits

Wolf Parade- Apologies to the Queen Mary

Blah blah blah. I like music. It's been a good 10 years for it. God Bless Eminem. God bless the white stripes. I have neglected to add many many albums in this list but I sort of got tired of putting it together, possibly because I've been listening to most of this music and not sitting on the internet, like I am now. Mainly because I just got a fucking tattoo and it hurts to walk/put on socks! Good start to the next 10 years. Lord jesus it is beautiful. The End.