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June 2005
25 June
Last night I had the pleasure of seeing the Phoenix Foundation play an absolutely SEX-INJECTED show at Indigo. Sorry. I was going to say "fabulous" but it didn't quite cut the mustard in this instance. And everyone likes sex injections. Though possibly not nuns...
What struck me the most was that I had not seen Indigo that packed since the Breeders. That could either mean I don't get out much, or I don't see good bands. And given that I was there less than a week earlier to see the Accelerants who kick ass... I guess I don't get out m... I mean, I guess the Phoenix Foundation just kick MORE ass. Or more people are willing to let them kick their asses.
Anywwwwaaaay... many beautiful songs graced us with their presence, including some ROCKSEX-INJECTED versions of slower songs, like Sister Risk. It started out all sunshine and lollipops, but soon there was carnage and stage divers being left hanging in the worst possible way. It was great! Rock poses from the band were flying fast. And rightfully so.
Highlight of the set for me would have to be Nest Egg and the way the crowd was left quivering in anticipation for the explosion at the end. They teased, they tickled and then WHAMMY! They let us have it. They didn't let us have This Charming Van though because apparently it's "poos", which was a shame because I only recently learned what it was Sam was singing... but hey, new songs mean MORE MORE MORE Phoenixy love and INJECTIONS in the future, which can't be a bad thing.
Bad thing: Chatty girls. Shrill chatty girls. Shrill chatty girls who had no problem babbling throughout the set to their shrill chatty girl friends. GO AND STAND IN THE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE.
23 June
We have all these printed out... on "Premium Glossy" photo paper no less (only the very best) and they're stuck to my co-artists computer. People in the office sometimes tell us in all seriousness that we're really talented. Heh...
I think what I like the most is they're kind of like diaries for me... well not diaries exactly, but in this one you can see that movies I watched while this was being completed were Dirty Dancing, Grease and Fast Times at Ridgemont High. And if you could zoom in you'd be so impressed by how much my little congo-line of Pearl Jam circa 92 looks like them, especially Jeff Ament and his hat.
Phoenix Foundation tomorrow night! Whoo!
19 June
Went off to Indigo last night to see the delightful and frankly... delicious... Accelerants play. They're so feel good that even when the exuberant lass next to me trod down on my toe with great fervour, I didn't mind one lick because the Accelerants make you want to dance like an out of control hat rack. My toe minded a bit though.
I think they pretty much did every song from Blood and Bones... and they definately did a rather studly cover of Heat Wave. Like the ladies in Sister Act!
Leo's smooth uber-cool finger clicking misty street lit only by the dimmest of street lights (all aloooone) Black Betty was among the finer songs of the night, along with the incredible Raygun. I mean, cmon. Can you stand still when Raygun is playing? NO! Neither could the arm flailing little hobbit beside us.
If for some reason you're holding back from going to see these lads play then you need your ear clipped and tagged by a farmer with a warped sense of humour.
13 June
Doesn't this look like a staff award you'd wanna win?
Because I never became an artist like I was supposed to... and I work in an office where it could be sunny or raining... it could be snowing... the world could be on fire and we wouldn't know because the blinds remain closed (to prevent glare you understand)... well, I reckon this is why I take such pride in the smallest artistic endeavour. Even if our office supply family, our MSPaint masterpieces and our crappy Xmas poem only serves to entertain ourselves, at least it keeps me from attacking myself with a staple remover. I'm thinking it would make a great stingray.
P.S. Label makers bring way... WAY too much joy.
7 June
I've been wandering in the archives... the archives of my miiiiiiiiiiind. I mean, old pictures that I've collected over time. I saved a bunch to this site in various places. Aren't you just dying to see Super Eddie?
Long weekends are cool but going back to work sucks monkey cock. It really sucks to work for a man who is a lying, two-faced bully. It makes ruining government property and wasting time creating MSPaint pictures (however glorious they are) all the more satisfying.
Everyone got their Interpol tickets? Everyone got their crappily seated Finn Brothers/Phoenix Foundation tickets? Good. Good.
4 June
I found this site here fascinating. Some of it made me cringe but mostly I enjoy the art work and... stuff.
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