Good Looking Out

This was the scene in Toronto for the past couple of days. Completely frightening, completely terrifying and I felt on the verge of tears for most of it. The only reason I didn't was because Gavin was with me for most of it. I'm thankful no one I know got hurt or arrested. Proud of the shit that got fucked up and hope for some accountability and answers.

you're the start of the summer before it's too hot.

you think about the times in your life that you remember the most. the days where you wake up, and somehow everything falls into place so nicely around you on this particular type of days.

think about every moment you've felt like you were made of electricity and fire and buildings and perfect photographs and violets and every record you've ever loved. think about everytime you've felt so good you just didn't care, and see how that holds up to the light. or realize that it is the light. or should be. or whatever.

summer babe (winter version)

season fitting time fun:

PROPERLY UNHERALED MUSICIANS

Pavement reunion Toronto Olympic Island 2010:



Besides Steve being dreamy man superb, all I could think about was Bob just having so much fun out there (Bob is second man to the left, the one who is smiling a smile equal to Mark). This is a Spin article I saved and retyped because I couldn't find it on the internet. Oh gee.

"To be sure, many PUMs are their band's special gimmick, whether intentionally or not. Noveselic is one of the tallest bassists of all time. What a gimmick! And who else but Anthony plays bass shaped like a Jack Daniel's bottle? Make mine a double! This brings me to the part where I say something I may regret in the morning, which is: Bob Nastanovich was the most important member of Pavement. Now, I'm not suggesting that Nastanovich-the sometimes pecussionist whose biggest contribution to live performances was yelling into the mic as loudly as possible-was as talented as Steve Malkumus, Spiral Stairs, Mark Ibol, or Steve West. Not even close. He was barely a step up from Bez, the freaky Happy Mondays Dancer.

But he's a shining example of why seemingly inconsequential members of famous groups deserve more kudos than they generally get. Nastanovich may have ridden Malkumus' coattails to achieve glory throughout the 1990s. At least he gave every ounce of his beng to that coattail riding. He could just sat back, snoozed through the gigs, and scammed all the horn-rimmed hotties headed Malkumus' way after every show. Instead, Nastanovich helped set Pavement's quirky tone. And by that I mean he banged on shit whenever shit needed to be banged on.

Like many PUMs, Nastanovich's biggest contribution was nonmusicial: He always seemed smiling. You can't replace infectious enthusiam. Can you?"

- John Sellers "I'm With the Band too!" Spin DEC 2006

It was all whirlwind, heat and flash.

Following in the footsteps of Christy, here is the first Raymond Pettibon image I ever saw. I later bought this in patch form and sewed it on the MEC bag I had from grades 8-10. The words on this thing made me feel more badass than 13 year old me could ever dream of being. I still have it to this day, protected in a box under my bed.

According to Wikipedia, the illustration is based on a paparazzi photo of Maureen Hindley and her first husband David Smith, witnesses in the case of the "Moors Murders" serial killers Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, driving to the trial in 1966.

I just want you to know we can still be friends:

But we're fresh out of shout.

Myself and a couple of others went to New York for Victoria Day weekend. Steph was nice enough to house us and show us around the city. Totally unnecessary of her, but we were all very grateful. This is 35mm Shopper's Drug Mart brand cam I took down to document what took place in a 5 day span:


Italian ice cream, PBR and a Central Park view.



Shawn was nice enough and had us over for a rooftop hang!


Mandatory skate park hangs. Steph bought us some PBR and we drank around 11 year olds, made friends and watched Gavin fall a bunch of times.



Seaport, rainy days.


Hustle and the bustle.


The kid in the yellow was hanging off of his brother the whole time, hugging his neck and just giving him complete admiration. He eventually got bored of this and started climbing on his mother and giving her little kisses. Best kid ever!


New York City yuppie dogs. The baby bulldog was named GavDogg.


Steph pointing out some "haunted graffiti"!

Don't get mad, but guess who just got banned for life from Dodger Stadium?

Bill Buckner ruined my childhood.

Mookie Wilson was a great player.
He had a charity for young girls called Mookie's Roses.

Mookie was also the man who made Bill Buckner part of sad baseball history. You can see it HERE. Bill would go down in history as the man who let "the World Series trophy itself roll through his legs". A rainout gave Boston another day to recover for Game 7, and despite holding and eventually squandering a three-run lead in that game, it was Buckner's error that's held responsible for losing the Series.

Hyper Enough

Superchunk - Say My Name

In grade 11, I asked Matt P. from my computer class to go see Superchunk. I called him from the mall, even though prior to that I hadn't said a single word to him. He declined and told me he was at his cottage that weekend. Days later, I would find out that was not the case. A few months ago, he confessed to me that he was actually so scared to go with me and to this day he regrets it. I think what he should regret is that he didn't get to see Superchunk.

Tour Dates:

Saturday 19 June 2010
Westword Music Showcase 2010 - Denver, CO, US

Sunday 20 June 2010
Taste Of Randolph Street Festival: Superchunk 2010 - Chicago, IL, US

Saturday 24 July 2010
Maha Music Festival 2010 - Omaha, NE, US

Friday 17 September 2010
9:30 Club - Washington, DC, US

Saturday 18 September 2010
The Bowery Ballroom - New York, NY, US

Sunday 19 September 2010
Music Hall of Williamsburg - Brooklyn, NY, US

Tuesday 21 September 2010
Underbar - Boston, MA, US

Wednesday 22 September 2010
The Trocadero - Philadelphia, PA, US