The City of Toronto is apparently considering a plan to eliminate graffiti in the city by charging business owners for having it removed from their property, regardless of whether the owners request such a service or not. Which means that if a bunch of kids tag the wall outside your storefront and the city spots it, they’ll come in to whitewash it and then send you the (rather massive) bill.
As with most cool things on Brave New Waves, you seem to catch them when your attention has given up for the day: lying in bed while the show plays by virtue of the radio’s sleep function (it was 1:30am afterall). I struggled in this state to hear last night’s Out Hud interview. Their concert was great, the tracks I hear from the latest release make me wonder why I haven’t bought the album yet, but the interview was hard to listen to. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve got lots of love for Phyllis and Molly, but damn, if they didn’t sound like a parody of Moon Unit Zappa. How many ‘like’s’ does a sentence need? Is it a Berkeley thing?
I was trolling through some old Torontoist mix-tapes and found this doozy (right next to Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s “Sussudio” [!]). It made me giggle. I found myself saying, “No! Are they really that well matched?” I swear it’s like Dark Side of the Moon and The Wizard of Oz. Use headphones for full effect and so that no one hears you listening to Nickelback.
There once was a paddler named Mason,
who crossed a very shallow basin.
He hit a rock
and split his cock
and now pussy he ain’t chasin’.
Today’s the last day to enter the contest.
I have this nasty habit of missing opening acts, which is annoying when the opener is Ulrich Schnauss (for some odd reason, I feel his name wants an umlaut). For this show, I also missed my pot connection, which really does enhance this type of music. In rock venues like Lee’s Palace, the subtleties in tunes by Schnauss or M83 get washed out by the bass. The weed seems to manage the bass blunting.
