We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the fuckin trigger

I find it amazing how you can go for years without hearing an album, then listen to it again and remember every single word. Just happened with Phantom Power by the Hip. Back when they used to rock out with their cocks out.

Fuckin Fireworks baby.

Last weekend was Hillside, and it was pretty decent. The big downside was the fact that I had never heard of 95% of the acts at the thing.
It was good to get back though, since I missed it last year while I was out west.
The weather was pretty brutal for most of the weekend too. By Sunday we were ankle deep in mud, in our hippie-assed Birkenstocks of course.
It was good to catch up with the usual suspects. Every year it seems to feel like we were only sittin around the campfire the weekend before. But I actually only see those guys once a year.
My cuz and I got brutally drunk and stoned on the Friday night and passed out in our chairs. I woke up in the back seat of my car (for some reason) the following morning.

I have to say it kinda sucked that I missed two gigs that I really wanted to catch. One was due to the pissing rain, and the lack of a beer tent over the stage. And the other was caused by the beer tent, and it's stupid capacity rules.

Didn't buy any mirch this year, but I guess that kinda follows the problem of not knowing any of the damn bands. Tokyo Police Club was solid, even covered Tom Petty's American Girl.
And this year was a little less social than most. Usually meet a few interesting characters at those shows, but not so much this time. I did meet one cute 5 foot chick hangin out with her 6 foot friend. Both were pretty cute. But that was friday night, and my high level of intoxication probably turned them off pretty quickly.

My old man and step-mom showed for the saturday lineup, and I finally got my huge poster in the mail from Britain. Gotta assemble the thing now, no idea how I'm gonna do that...

Josh Ritter this weekend.
D-bomber this weekend.
Golf this weekend.
Beach this weekend.

Fuckin work tomorrow.

The ones and the zeros bleed n' make some noise...

I'm starting to think that technology is taking over my life. It seems lately that I always have to have something going on, be it on the computer, the TV, the cell, or through a pair of speakers.
It's like I want to watch a movie while listening to a new record at the same time, and play a computer game at the same damn time.
Not that I really play many games beyond the odd free cell or spider time-waster.
And I sure as hell don't take it as seriously as this kid does:



Seriously people, is this the best we can do?
If that kid didn't need therapy before that spectacle, he sure will now.

But for me this whole dependence on ones and zeros is starting to become a noticeable nuisance. Where I used to read the paper at lunch, I now find myself playing Texas Hold 'Em against a computer in my phone.
I'll sit around surfing the internet for hilarious photos rather than keep up on the BBC News.
And hitting the refresh button on yahoo sports a million times is a good replacement for oh, say... learning to play the guitar.

It all feels like filler for something that should have some meaning. Not exactly sure what that something might be, but whatever it is, it's missing in my boring-assed life lately.

On the topic of boredom, I spent a solid half hour rolling coins on Sunday, and cashed in $510 today at the old TD. Got me a new card too, the old one was becoming another techno pain in my asshole.
That shit's going into the Vegas fund. New Year's is gonna be a beauty this year...

On Sunday night, due to the terrible weather we've been getting lately, Kpizzle and I decided to spend the $25 bones to go catch my boy Steve Earle downtown. Walking up to the gates, as we were counting our cash (go figure I was short, and left to mooch from her) a dude just walked up and handed us two spare tix he had! Fucking mint that!
So we had a few beers and took in a solid show. No bitches barking in our ears this time around. And the crowd had to be at least twice what we had in Massey Hall. Lots of old people again haha. And I didn't stand a hope in hell of getting close enough to yell requests...

I forgot to mention in my last post that one of his best lines from the Massey show was, "I gotta say with Obama in the White House down south, it sure makes this asshole you've got up here look alot worse."

Touche.

Anyway, it's time for a run...

You go to school and you learn to read n' write, so you can walk into the county bank and sign away yer life

My floor and bed are absolutely covered in tiny little silver sparkles.
Fucking Heath Ledger and her goddamn glitter glue... living proof that if you let a woman into your bed, your life will go to hell. If not your life, then your sanity at the very least.

Work has been shitty this week, nothing seems to be working right.
Add acid and the pH fucking rises - things like that.
At least my boss finally took my suggestion to pass along certain files so I can do my job effectively, so I suppose that's a small blessing.

Saw Steve Earle last weekend at Massey Hall in TO. The audio could've been a little better, I have to say. And go figure, the loudest most ignorant bitch in the place was sitting two rows behind us. The phrases, "You go boyfriend!" and "I love you Stevie" were said far too many fucking times. I think it kinda ruined the show for my step-mom, unfortunately.


Ol' Steve looks more like a washed-up roadie than a legendary pioneer of the country-rock world, but damn he's solid live. Wicked on the guitar, and it looks absolutely effortless.
The show started off a little slow with a few too many Van Zandt tunes, but picked up big time after he played Tom Ames' Prayer. Highlights included My Old Friend the Blues, Jerusalem, Devil's Right Hand, Someday, Goodbye, Guitar Town, and of course Copperhead Road.

Jason Collett as an opening act was pretty good too. Maybe a little too mellow. And get some fucking pants that fit properly, you asshole.

I'm debating hitting up Bluesfest this weekend to see Earle again, and repeatedly requesting Angry Young Man. Might be roped into seeing the new HPo though, so we shall see if that pans out...

I always think of tons of things to write about during the day, then I get home and forget everything.

Typical.