Few respectable bands make videos anymore...
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Banger addiction
And I thought maybe I went to too many concerts:
Sweden’s English-language news outlet reported in June that the government’s employment service had granted Roger Tullgren, 42, supplemental income benefits based on his illness of addiction to heavy-metal music. Tullgren (with long, black hair, tattoos and skull-and-crossbones jewelry and who said he attended nearly 300 concerts last year) said he had been addicted for 10 years but finally got three psychologists to sign off on calling his condition a disability. His employer now permits Tullgren to play his music at his dishwashing job.
Sweden’s English-language news outlet reported in June that the government’s employment service had granted Roger Tullgren, 42, supplemental income benefits based on his illness of addiction to heavy-metal music. Tullgren (with long, black hair, tattoos and skull-and-crossbones jewelry and who said he attended nearly 300 concerts last year) said he had been addicted for 10 years but finally got three psychologists to sign off on calling his condition a disability. His employer now permits Tullgren to play his music at his dishwashing job.
Monday, August 06, 2007
"...so the lad reckons himself a poet?!"
Hello.
So we are in the 4th quarter of summer, pretty much.
I have just returned from a weekend of partying Italiano-style.
My cousin Mandy got married. Italians know how to throw a
party. I have never before witnessed such a relentless onslaught
of carbohydrates. The food was plentiful and amazing. Mandy's
brother Joey (whom I am much closer to than Mandy) even
went so far as to produce a short 7-minute film about Mandy
that was shown for all to see. It inspired me to produce something
when I returned to my apartment.
Once in awhile I will produce a piece of writing, but I tend to
only show it if I feel a sense of pride for it. I have written stories
and (mostly awful self-serving) poetry that is kept well hidden
and stored in the hope that....well I don't know. Anyways, I
wrote when I returned from the wedding. I've no idea who reads
my blogs, but I know that it is perused off and on, according to
the blogger stats. I'm sure it is read randomly, as one will
occasionally glance at you as you pass them in a car. Random
traffic, if you will. Anyways, you can look at my "poem" and
feel free to tell me it is bad. Remain anonymous and honest.
If you feel it is bad, say so. If you feel it is good, say so....and
I may or may not agree with you. I'd just like to know - and
actually have someone reply in my blog so that I'm more
motivated to write. So without further ado, this is not a love
song. (P.I.L)
A Message For Amy
Someone called for you while you were cheating,
the heart only hurts while it is beating
and understand this:
I only missed you while you were away.
Lessons to be learned while one is waiting:
Memories are weakened while you are thinking
and try not to forget,
that time and distance will lead you astray.
"Guidelines" for love and war you've been writing
are books that could use some good dusting.
With lack of a publisher,
your predators have more time with their prey.
Your trendiness fools noone but the willing.
The trendy seem weak, but well-meaning.
Owning a Blonde Redhead album,
won't earn you fame points today.
Someone called for you while you were cheating,
The heart only hurts while it is bleeding
and understand this:
You were only missed while you were away.
-----------------------------------------------
So we are in the 4th quarter of summer, pretty much.
I have just returned from a weekend of partying Italiano-style.
My cousin Mandy got married. Italians know how to throw a
party. I have never before witnessed such a relentless onslaught
of carbohydrates. The food was plentiful and amazing. Mandy's
brother Joey (whom I am much closer to than Mandy) even
went so far as to produce a short 7-minute film about Mandy
that was shown for all to see. It inspired me to produce something
when I returned to my apartment.
Once in awhile I will produce a piece of writing, but I tend to
only show it if I feel a sense of pride for it. I have written stories
and (mostly awful self-serving) poetry that is kept well hidden
and stored in the hope that....well I don't know. Anyways, I
wrote when I returned from the wedding. I've no idea who reads
my blogs, but I know that it is perused off and on, according to
the blogger stats. I'm sure it is read randomly, as one will
occasionally glance at you as you pass them in a car. Random
traffic, if you will. Anyways, you can look at my "poem" and
feel free to tell me it is bad. Remain anonymous and honest.
If you feel it is bad, say so. If you feel it is good, say so....and
I may or may not agree with you. I'd just like to know - and
actually have someone reply in my blog so that I'm more
motivated to write. So without further ado, this is not a love
song. (P.I.L)
A Message For Amy
Someone called for you while you were cheating,
the heart only hurts while it is beating
and understand this:
I only missed you while you were away.
Lessons to be learned while one is waiting:
Memories are weakened while you are thinking
and try not to forget,
that time and distance will lead you astray.
"Guidelines" for love and war you've been writing
are books that could use some good dusting.
With lack of a publisher,
your predators have more time with their prey.
Your trendiness fools noone but the willing.
The trendy seem weak, but well-meaning.
Owning a Blonde Redhead album,
won't earn you fame points today.
Someone called for you while you were cheating,
The heart only hurts while it is bleeding
and understand this:
You were only missed while you were away.
-----------------------------------------------
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Cowbell 3-D Exxxtravaganza
I hate Christmas and the whole concept of Christmas, but there are a few things I look forward to come holiday time. One is the White Cowbell holiday show. Always a risque, fun show. Those guys always put a little exxxtra in for the holiday shows. Fun time last night. Luckily, I avoided Santa's love juice.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Misfits were awesome! At Fiendfest. Uk Subs were awesome, Osaka Popstar was ok, and The Adicts were fuckin great. I like a new punk band and they're called The Adicts. They outshined The Misfits. That takes alot. The Adicts are friggin cool. I had heard of The Adicts before, but I had never heard them. I've heard them now, and I'm happy. Wish I took some pictures of The Adicts, but I was too busy being blown away. So here is a picture of The Misfits instead.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Wheelssssssss on Fire
It's been a great week in Shaneworld. Had my teaching evaluation...which all new teachers must go through. It went very well, and my Principle gave me the ceremonious pat on the shoulder and told me I was a good boy. No more
evaluations for 5 years. Then I went and did something very unlike me... I joined the school teacher volleyball team. I hate volleyball. But I decided to be social for once in my life. Our team actually won. With me on it. Go figure. I have to do this every Wednesday. On a much more exciting note, I saw Frank Black on Thursday, and he was amazing, as expected. I was in front and he stood directly above me... like 2 feet away. He did an acoustic version of Velouria, and it was pretty much an OK, I CAN DIE NOW moment. But it got better. During Sing For
Joy, which I knew he would close with (having checked the setlist for the
previous night in Montreal) I grabbed a copy of the setlist and decided to
duck out of the venue and waitfor him to leave the backstage door
(fanboy that I am). Wouldn't you know it, the man who penned Wave of
Mutilation signed my Fastman cd, and my Pixies Toronto live CD. I was
pretty much speechless as he signed it, and he was very quiet as well
(seemed he really wanted to get to the bus and out of the chill). But he
graciously signed my shit, and I went to bed with a smile. Frank rules.
He played a song called Gyanshwar, which is rumoured to be a new
Pixies track. Sounded pretty cool. The only uncool thing of the night
was the no camera policy, which sucks because I would have gotten some
great pics. Ah well. How can I complain?
Anyhyew, it's close to Halloween and I gotta get a costume tomorrow.
For my classroom party. I'm thinking perhaps Count Frightenstein.
You can't beat House of Frightenstein. I was thinking maybe Igor, but
I'm not that fat. Yet.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
go to the empire state and watch the city lights hear the noise of millions struggle in the sprawl stare into the sky we're few and far between black eyes full of stars wide with memories every street I ever walked every home I ever had is lost every flower I ever held every spring I ever had has dried every man I ever knew every woman I ever had is gone everything I ever touched every thing I ever had has died lie down in the park and watch the satellites hear the children sing just a breath away dance in the heavy air along the interstate black lung full of fumes choke on memories every street I ever walked every home I ever had is lost every flower I ever held every spring I ever had has dried every man I ever knew every woman I ever had is gone everything I ever touched every thing I ever had has died
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Goddam!!! It's been a long time since I saw a good live show! I've been suffering major withdrawal symptoms. Saw Covenant last night and shook my booty. Pretty much a perfect, fun show at the Opera House last night....just wish it
was louder, and I wish the goth chick beside me wasn't thrashing me with her fake plastic hair. Was up front against the stage, and Eskil rocked the mic in a slick shirt & tie. I found out that Dead Stars is without a doubt my favourite song
to dance to ever. Covenant took over where Depeche Mode left off, and thats fine with me.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Carrying the torch
Well, it's been a while since I posted. What is new? Pretty much
everything. New apartment, new job, new designer shoes, and
a new toothbrush. And I love them all. Maybe life isn't so bad.
Not sure why I bother blogging....noone reads this, and blogging
is now as trendy as hoola hoops. K, maybe hoola hoops aren't
trendy anymore. But I guess blogging is like a hoola hoop in
respect to the fact that lots of people have them, and if you
are an avid 'hooper', noone cares. I guess I write to arrange
my thoughts? I can't afford a Psychiatrist...and nowadays
they're all booked by celebrities anyway.
Man I love my new school, and new living arrangement.
I now live in a mainly Jewish community off Bathurst,
and my class is made up of mostly Jewish kids. And they
are good, well behaved students. What a difference. I've
lived through 4 years of mostly classroom management
with difficult children. I breathe mainly sighs of relief
these days.
Today I marked homework, and took time out to go
jogging and watch Jackass. There are few comedies
that make my chest hurt from laughing, and Jackass is
one of them. It's a guilty pleasure, watching a bunch
of grown-up stoners do what they do best, but a pleasure
nonetheless. I'm anxious for Number Two to come out
later this month.
Well the end of the summer is depressing, I guess...but
I suppose the summer wasn't all that exciting. I taught
summer school for half of it, and prepared my class for
the other half. There weren't really any good concerts
this summer...I suppose if I were a poser punk I'd go
to the Warped thing, but any feelings of sketchy
melodromatic anarchy I may have had were quelled
very long ago. Don't get me wrong now...I'm not
happy with the world, but I won't show my disdain
by attending an Offspring show.
Covenant and Frank Black play next month though.
That is very exciting. More exciting than this blog
entry, for certain.
everything. New apartment, new job, new designer shoes, and
a new toothbrush. And I love them all. Maybe life isn't so bad.
Not sure why I bother blogging....noone reads this, and blogging
is now as trendy as hoola hoops. K, maybe hoola hoops aren't
trendy anymore. But I guess blogging is like a hoola hoop in
respect to the fact that lots of people have them, and if you
are an avid 'hooper', noone cares. I guess I write to arrange
my thoughts? I can't afford a Psychiatrist...and nowadays
they're all booked by celebrities anyway.
Man I love my new school, and new living arrangement.
I now live in a mainly Jewish community off Bathurst,
and my class is made up of mostly Jewish kids. And they
are good, well behaved students. What a difference. I've
lived through 4 years of mostly classroom management
with difficult children. I breathe mainly sighs of relief
these days.
Today I marked homework, and took time out to go
jogging and watch Jackass. There are few comedies
that make my chest hurt from laughing, and Jackass is
one of them. It's a guilty pleasure, watching a bunch
of grown-up stoners do what they do best, but a pleasure
nonetheless. I'm anxious for Number Two to come out
later this month.
Well the end of the summer is depressing, I guess...but
I suppose the summer wasn't all that exciting. I taught
summer school for half of it, and prepared my class for
the other half. There weren't really any good concerts
this summer...I suppose if I were a poser punk I'd go
to the Warped thing, but any feelings of sketchy
melodromatic anarchy I may have had were quelled
very long ago. Don't get me wrong now...I'm not
happy with the world, but I won't show my disdain
by attending an Offspring show.
Covenant and Frank Black play next month though.
That is very exciting. More exciting than this blog
entry, for certain.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Shine On
The diamond only shines brighter.
A recluse on a higher scale than even myself.
The grand forefather of Psyche rock, and the music industry's greatest enigma.
Syd Barrett, Jan. 6. 1946 - July 7, 2006
Saturday, June 10, 2006
NXNE Weekend!!!
Wow! What an exciting 3 days. I'm knackered. My cousin and the boys from Sue Is Fine were in town too. They played the NXNE fest on Friday at Neutral. Fun times. Saw lots of Thunder Bay people at the Sue show. Thursday was Ministry, and I got front and centre. Bodies flying everywhere. Revolting Cocks were funny, and Ministry tore the place apart. I managed to dodge the boots of the crowd surfers. I just got back from the Buzzcocks show. Holy shit, I can say that I've seen the Buzzcocks live. That's a story for the children I'll never have. Anyways, good times.....next week it's the Pink Dots, D.O.A., and White Cowbell. Toronto sure is fun in the summer. K, over and out.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Terror and Hockey, supreme in Canada!
Major terror org. bust in Toronto yesterday. An article in the Sun
reports that authorities had been keeping surveilance on a couple
terrorist camps - one located just outside of Thunder Bay!
Jihad on TBay! That would be sure to get the world's attention!
Perhaps they could lay some IED's in the Hoito. Maybe pull
down the Terry Fox statue ala the Hussein monument?
I don't think anyone would care if they bombed Armani's.
On the other hand, perhaps this report on terrorist camps is
a government ruse. With Bush's leash firmly clasped around
Harper's fat neck, these reports could just be part of
fearnomics.
Bin Laden in Nanavut?
reports that authorities had been keeping surveilance on a couple
terrorist camps - one located just outside of Thunder Bay!
Jihad on TBay! That would be sure to get the world's attention!
Perhaps they could lay some IED's in the Hoito. Maybe pull
down the Terry Fox statue ala the Hussein monument?
I don't think anyone would care if they bombed Armani's.
On the other hand, perhaps this report on terrorist camps is
a government ruse. With Bush's leash firmly clasped around
Harper's fat neck, these reports could just be part of
fearnomics.
Bin Laden in Nanavut?
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Bad Day
Man I'm a friggin wreck today. Muggy weather and crazier kids.
Long day with a staff meeting to end it off. I'm tired and a
bit depressed. I'm drinking wine and listening to a replay of
Howard Stern to make myself happier. If it weren't for laughing,
I'd just give it up. Laughing and music. The only two things that
count. I mean I love my job, but it takes too much of the day.
I think I need to go to a spa or something. Perhaps a massage?
I dunno. To top things off, two Canadian hockey teams were
knocked off this week....bye Habs, bye Flames. Looks like I'm
an Oilers fan now. I will never cheer for fuckin Ottawa. Ottawa
sucks. Don't like the city, don't like the team. Go Oilers, Go
Buffalo.
Go Shane.
Gonna get Radiohead tickets this weekend...maybe that will make
me happier.
Long day with a staff meeting to end it off. I'm tired and a
bit depressed. I'm drinking wine and listening to a replay of
Howard Stern to make myself happier. If it weren't for laughing,
I'd just give it up. Laughing and music. The only two things that
count. I mean I love my job, but it takes too much of the day.
I think I need to go to a spa or something. Perhaps a massage?
I dunno. To top things off, two Canadian hockey teams were
knocked off this week....bye Habs, bye Flames. Looks like I'm
an Oilers fan now. I will never cheer for fuckin Ottawa. Ottawa
sucks. Don't like the city, don't like the team. Go Oilers, Go
Buffalo.
Go Shane.
Gonna get Radiohead tickets this weekend...maybe that will make
me happier.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
I suppose this blog needs my face on it. Here is a pic of me and JR Digs at the Toronto film fest. In the background you can see the face of aspiring local director Chris Nash. If you get a chance to see his 'Day of John', run don't walk. 'Day of John' is funny as hell. JR plays a mailman that summons demons. Awesome.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Ello Ello. Well, the blog has been up for over a month now and I've not heard one reply about it. Heartwarming. I'm talking to myself. My aspirations of being a huge loser are coming true! Radical!!!!!
Anyways, I saw Ladytron last night and they were amazing as usual. This was Ladytron show #4 for me. The other shows I saw were in London. Mira and Helen are still hot. I'm very much in love with Helen. I want to give her a bag of diamonds and tell her how much she means to me. I want to buy her a car and put wings on it, so that we could fly to Paris and make out. She was very hot in her gothy black dress. I once hugged Mira...and it was awesome...but I wished it was Helen. Sigh.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Jello's bellows
Well, I've just returned from an awesome and inspiring spoken-word show by Mr. Jello Biafra - former lead singer of the now-shamed and exploited Dead Kennedys. This is a man that I've always dreamt of seeing live in some form or other. The Bush administration, Stephen Harper, Schwartzenegger, New Orleans......he wasn't short on stuff to talk about - and it went for over 3 hours. Afterward, he was nice enough to sign my Jelvins LP. Oh yes, and the Leafs killed the Sens tonight. But unfortunately, Tampa Bay has made sure that we're not in the playoffs. And my night was going so perfectly...
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
