"And I lie and I lie and I lie till there's no turning back, I don't know why"
- Don't Lie, Black Eyed Peas

I know I said my blog was dead. Clearly, I lie.

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You Always Hold a Grudge

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Your Ex Is Paranoid

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You Are 16% Lady

You're a pretty crass, and even a bit crude on occasion. Manners don't matter to you, but they sure matter to those around you.

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You are 53% Sketchy

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You Are Quite Worldly

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Your Musical Tastes Match: Nicole Kidman

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"I don't know the reason why I did these things"

“Some things last forever, why can't this last forever”
-Yesterday Never Tomorrows, The Stills

I just thought I’d state the obvious: this blog is slowly dying. Blame me. I blame Facebook. And also the weather. I started this since mostly everyone I liked was living outside of Toronto, but now everyone I like is either back, on Facebook, or not reading this anyway. We’ll see. Come September when it’s celebrity stalking season at TIFF I’ll have lots to say. Perhaps after cottage-weekend I’ll post again. Of course, whatever happens at the cottage stays at the cottage.

I haven’t done anything blog-worthy of late: no random adventures, old men hitting on me, nor have I fallen down in any strange locations. “Comedy” night, NTN trivia, and a surprise birthday party are all that I have going on recently, coupled with a free Hawksley Workman and The Stills show tonight at Harbourfront. Yay more concerts!

“I love you and I won't let myself let you go”

“I wonder why I never wonder why, The easiest things are so hard”
-Unconditional, the Bravery

Last night was The Bravery and The Cinematics show at the Opera House…and also some other band that was a cross between Billy Talent and The Automatic who were of no consequence.

Eve and I primarily went to see The Cinematics, having seen The Bravery 2 years ago, but given my discovery of my newest Scottish heroes a week before they played here last, I was game to see them live. They put on a nice set, even if it meant skipping my favourite song “Rise & Fall.” They were fun to watch and jump around to the crowd seemed into them, even if it was just me, an old dude, a young dude, and a Spanish chick singing along.

And I declare Scotland the new Ireland in terms of hotness.

Franz Ferdinand-ish in looks- and sound- I heart them. Especially the bass player, who in all his hotness was sporting a wedding ring- pretty much the only line I wouldn’t cross.

And like a fool, I didn’t bring my camera, even though we were a foot from the stage.

“I'm accused, I'm an accuser, But nothing's unconditional”

I wasn’t pumped at all for The Bravery although they put on such a decent show in Summer o’ Aught 5, they were worth sticking around for for the $24 ticket price. Only being marginally familiar with their new single (although their new album has positive reviews), I was surprised they pulled off so many songs off their first album. Having 2 albums meant that there was no room for an “An Cat Dubh” cover, sadly. The lead singer lost weight, and, wait for it, is now quasi-hot. Looks aside, it was a good show, although I didn’t feel the energy in the room this time around. 2 years ago, again at the Opera House, the place was packed and sweaty, just the way I like concerts. Last night we had ample room and the crowd wasn’t fully enthused to freak-out potential until “An Honest Mistake” came on half-way through their set. I guess it’s not saying much for a band to return to Toronto two years later and not fill the same venue to sold out capacity again, but clearly Toronto must give them love since they’ll be back in August. Eve preferred them this time around, where I’ll take 2005.

“I've only got myself to blame”

Bottom line: a good show worth the price of admission. And I hope to catch The Cinematics again.

If only The Cinematics would play a show with Franz Ferdinand and The Fratellis, I’d be in Scottish heaven.

And thanks to some mad pulling posters off of lamp post skillz, I now have a lovely set of Kaiser Chiefs posters, which wholly influenced my semi-conscious dream state which involved both the Kaisers and the cat inviting me to an event on Facebook.

We also discovered new, cheap sushi on Yonge St which is tastefully delicious. And did I mention cheap?

"I just want, I just want love, I just want something”

“I'm not going to let stuff get me upset, and i wont let all the little things get me depressed”
-Generator, Holloways

“You, girl. What do you know about a videotape?”

An odd enough question perhaps, as I stepped out of the office this afternoon.

I work in a “colourful” neighbourhood, in between a courier company that some of my co-workers believe is front for a brothel, and a psychic. The question of the day came from said psychic as I was on my way out to Suspect Video (which deserves this delightful note: Just because I happen to be wearing a skirt and looking girly today, doesn’t mean I have wandered into your store by accident, am confused, and do not need to be pointed to your “new Hollywood releases” because I am perusing your shameful Criteron collection).

I digress…

The psychic, an odd Eastern European woman who often comes into my office to use the phone (I don’t ask), asked me to come look at her “videotape.” Normally, I wouldn’t go into someone’s house who so obviously looks like a prime candidate for stuffing me into her oven, but I had nothing better to do. The videotape in question was actually a DVD which wouldn’t play in the DVD player because it was plugged in wrong. As a psychic, I thought this was something she should have known. No problem, I fix it and am on my way. The psychic is obviously impressed with my mad skillz, takes my hand as I think she’s offering me a handshake of thanks, then proceeds to read my palm.

Really.
Having never been to a psychic before because I am cynical, stubborn, and fear that a psychic will try and read my mind to discover my vast vault of secrets, I am also surprisingly superstitious when it comes to tempting fate. She gave me a spontaneously quick palm reading before I even knew what was happening. The gems of wisdom she passed on to me for the summer:

-things will come out in the open and I will be relieved that reaction is not as bad as I expected (okay....)

-“No boyfriend? Good romance happen soon. Patience” (very Yoda)...she also said "Mr. Right in front of you," or "Mister [is] right in front of you."

-what I have been “waiting for” will finally happen (which given her odd English at first made it sound like “I’ll get what’s coming to me” a la comeuppance, karma, etc...but she assured me it was a good thing)

-financial upswing, a trip, and I will be directly involved in a friend’s serious decision (okay, which one of you…) but it will work out favourably

-“good season ahead”

And I am a "nice girl.” So she’s clearly not that good at her job.

Toss in the construction workers whistling at me and a man on the streetcar who offered me an apple, (no I didn’t take it. It was probably full of razorblades), its been an unusual day, leaving me oddly creeped out but upbeat. Still trying to wrap my mind around things and am kind of afriad to go back outside.


“I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better”

“I’ll make it easier for you, what a disaster, maybe its better off this way”
-I Never Wanted Anything, Moving Units

Thank God it’s May 2-4 (or for Winnipegers, “May Long”).

I haven’t needed a day off as much as I need one now. I can hear my bed calling me. Between 5 concerts in 10 days, lack of sleep, and high stress situations at work I’m ready for a break.

Work is impossible. I’m often terrified when I step in the door because I never know if they day will bring screaming matches, an avalanche of paper work, or absolutely nothing at all. I dread the phrase, “Can you do me a favour?” which has resulted in everything from me incorrectly filling out forms, calling Denmark, designing DVD labels, making bank runs, searching for particular brands of tea, faxing irate jewellers in Los Angeles, and cries of "'Lust for Life' costs how much?"
So tempting was the random call I got from a company who saw my resume on Monster (apparently leftover from 10 months ago), that I actually paused to think for a minute…before deciding that I’d like to reap the benefits that will come when this mostly awesome documentary is finished in the Fall. I do have some loyalty to the film but I’ll just bide my time until something fun comes along. Something that doesn’t involve hearing far too descriptive accounts of murder cases from the police department to compare to old true crime TV shows my company produced.

“Cause its natural to feel unfaithful when you’re going to be anyway,
Was it worth all the fuss ‘cause I feel so seedy”

My long weekend will be mostly low key in the hanging out at my parents house tomorrow sun tanning and drinking gin with my nana before heading back to the city at the disgustingly early time of 730am on Sunday morning- a free ride to my front door with an armload of clean laundry I didn’t have to pay to wash is worth the early wake up call. Monday sees the possibility of Wonderland and funnel cakes. Low key is fine: I need to store up energy for next weekend’s impromptu Ottawa trip anyway.

“It was different then, you had expected…”

Wednesday was Tapes n’ Tapes, who were okay. It’s no fault of their own. I just think that seeing so many sweet concerts and having to top the previous night’s Arcade Fire show dampened my opinion of them. At least there were no sweaty dudes from the Arctic Monkeys show there. And now I have a break until my next show for the Cinematics on the deciding not to spend more than $20 on a Keane ticket.

Top 5 Songs Keeping Me Sane (and trying to stop me biting my nails):

Generator- The Holloways (which has been in my head for a week)
I Never Wanted Anything- Moving Units
I'm Not Down- The Clash
My Love- JT
Make this Go On Forever- Snow Patrol

Now back to slowly counting the minutes until I can get the hell out of the office…

“I know it’s difficult, so I will be patient”

“You've got your reasons, And me I've got mine”
-Ocean of Noise, Arcade Fire

I think Ryan summed the Arcade Fire show up well enough for me. And its safe to say that Eve, the brothers McNeil and I were all impressed.

Highlight song(s): Neighbourhood #2, In the Backseat, and if I have to pick something new, Windowsill.

And it must be said that they were a much more attractive collection in person.

It’s definitely in my top 10, which would go a little something like this:

U2 with Garbage in Montreal on the Elevation tour
Stars in Ottawa 2005
Franz Ferdinand at Fuji Rock
Arcade Fire
Kaiser Chiefs
Keane in Montreal 2005
Scissor Sisters at Fuji Rock
Moby
Duran Duran in 2000
It would be an even tie for last place between Oasis, REM, and The Rifles at Fuji Rock.

Tapes n’ Tapes tonight, and then I am done concerting for a week until The Cinematics…that is, of course, if I don’t land Keane tickets for Sunday.

“But all the reasons I gave, Were just lies to buy myself some time”

“Hey! Hey! You! You! I could be your girlfriend”
-Girlfriend, Avril Lavigne (HOW did this get in my head??!)

“I saw a book that you should read.”

Usually when someone says this, I’m intrigued as it’s usually about music, pop culture or some form of both.

Not this time.

This time its dating advice. Thanks. That’s what I get for strolling through High Park to Chapters. As if it weren’t bad enough that my parents and my Nana have finally starting prying into my love life (or lack thereof), now people that I only know casually through others and haven’t seen in months are giving me advice. The book in question is called “Sex with Your Ex” (and NO, that’s not why it was recommended to me). It’s a list of what not to do in a relationship or while looking for a man, or once you have found someone. Gee, thanks. Relationship lists? That’s not how I roll. Especially, when after a cursory glance, I have already broken most of the rules and disregarded the rest, less interesting ones. Some gems from this book o’ wonders included inclusions from Captain Obvious: never reveal your “number,” never go after a guy who is taken, don’t go home with a dude on the first date. Of course, I was fundamentally opposed to, “Never fall for a jerk, no matter how beautiful he is.” That’s totally what I look for in a man. Clearly relationship advice books are not for me. Instead, I picked up “The Boy Who Kicked Pigs” which is my new favourite book. AND it has pictures. Pictures of pigs. And crows. Very Burton-esque. AND it was written by 1970s Doctor Who.

“Don’t you know what I could do to make you feel alright?”

Going back to my parents meddling into my love life now (I guess I can’t complain too much as this is the first time it’s ever happened…I made it 25 years without their advice) it kind of makes me glad the traditional Mother’s Day in Niagara-on-the-Lake picnic/brunch was cancelled this year. There’s only so many times I can hear, “What about that Dan fellow? I always thought Dan was such a nice boy.” Yes. Clearly, we have been biding our time for the past 21 years as friends. Soon I will make my move. It should also be noted that my family refers to Dan as Danny. “What about that boy Mike?” First of all, I don’t know who “Mike” is. I told my parents he was gay, which is an excuse that’s wearing thin. They’re on to me.

Perhaps I shouldn’t tell them that Dan and I are proud owners of Wonderland seasons passes, and are on our way to scoring Keane tickets for Sunday for less than $12 each. Not like I need another concert, especially one at the Kool Haus, but I can’t turn down a concert or a good deal.

I’ve had something in my eye since Friday and I am going insane.

"I know that you like me, No way! No way! No it’s not a secret"

And I totally forgot about the Arctic Monkeys on Friday…
They’ve certainly gained more stage presence than the last time I saw them although you’d think it was a race to see how fast they could get through their songs. Be Your Own Pet is one of the worst bands I’ve ever seen. I didn’t take my camera out for fear of getting trampled at the show by jumpy boys. I haven’t been to a show with so much pushing since JET at Fuji Rock. That’s right, JET.

“I think we should get together now, And that’s what everyone’s talking about!”