Fuck, Merry Fishmas, I want to die. I don’t know what possessed me to make tofish at 12am, but it was a bad idea. I’ll probably wake up looking like a pizza.
Filed under: Random | Tags: saves the day - can't slow down, webcam stop motion
I’m so fun.
Christmas is two days away, I didn’t buy anyone anything and feel great. I’m looking forward to spending Christmas Eve with friends watching movies and Christmas Day with my family. Adam showed up at my house tonight with a present for me, I had no idea what he was going to give me. He gave me a record I’d been pestering him about for several months, Adam rules. I’m gonna miss that guy.
Earlier tonight I went out to get groceries with Kevin. I got in the car and the low fuel light was on, it had been for the last day or so, so I headed to the Pioneer station by my house because it’s usually the cheapest place. So I pull in and gas is 67.4, awesome. I see there’s this woman setting up for pay at the pump, there were cars waiting in the other lanes, so hoping she won’t take too long I pick her lane. There’s a car at the pump in front of hers fuelling, and a car behind her waiting for one of them to finish.
The car in front finishes, drives off so the guy behind her pulls off, keep in mind about two minutes have passed and this retard still hasn’t started pumping any gas. So we’re waiting, and waiting. At some points it looks like she’s honestly having a conversation with the pump, maybe she was talking to the attendant inside, but doubtful. It took her 5 minutes after the second car started fuelling to finally get the OK from this machine that she could pump the gas. So she pulls the nozzle out and puts it in her gas tank (I have no idea how she managed it, but she did, she figured that part out.) Apparently I picked the worst person to wait behind, but whatever, I just waiting in my car, dumbfounded at how this woman seemed to get more retarded by the minute.
Now, the final steps, she’s almost there, she has to put the gas in her car. Push a button, hold down the lever, how hard can it be, right? Apparently she mastered the pre-pay thing, or so I thought after all the time it took, surely she can do this. So we’re waiting, waiting again while she’s staring dumbfounded at the gas pump, trying to press buttons that don’t actually exist (when I arrived at the pump I realized she was trying to press the sticker that lists all the accepted payment types (each major credit card, gift cards and interac cards.)) There are three fucking giant buttons, the biggest buttons on the pump, three fucking choices, pick the lowest grade, that’s the one that costs the least, so you can get the most out of your $5 and be on your way.
So after about another minute of her retardation and Kevin and I losing our minds she finally surrenders to the Gas Pump God, prints a receipt (for the $0 worth of gas it took her over 10 minutes to put in her car) returns the nozzle to the pump and drives off. Turns out she had her car on the entire time. Who knows what genius gave this retard a credit card and a car, let alone a license Seriously how do you not know how to put gas in your car?
Filed under: Canada
It’s all happening again. We’re fucked.
Filed under: Food
McLean and I went for thai food wearing the same clothes today, our waitress wasn’t stoked and fucked up my order. Oh well, vag rolls were good and she got no tip.
“That’s what she gets for messing with best friends.“
EO – 2007
Filed under: Music | Tags: 33 1/3, Black Sabbath - Master of Reality, John Darnielle, The Mountain Goats
I stumbled across this earlier tonight:
I was somewhat familiar with this series, 33 1/3, which is based around classic/important albums under the general category of rock and roll, but I think I’ve found one that’s finally given me enough initiative to check into the series.. Each book has a different writer. This one caught my attention for two reasons, not only is it written about one of the most important bands of the 20th century (fact), it’s written by one of the best songwriters of the last 20 years, John Darnielle of the Mountain Goats.
I’m going to try and get out and pick up a copy of this today, there are a lot of other great albums in this series, In The Aeroplane Over the Sea, Harvest, Loveless and Meat is Murder to name a few, (Derrick, have you read either of those two?) I’m looking at the list of them and I could keep going on and on. Anyways, once I read this, I’ll post my thoughts on it. I’m a Darnielle fanboy though so I imagine it’ll be nothing but praise.
From the creators of the hit game Dance Praise comes Guitar Praise!
Coming to a wang near you. Tracklist is a bunch of shit I’ve never heard of and Reliant K. No POD, no DC Talk, no Delirious? NO FUCKING CARE EVER.
Great name though.
Filed under: Music
On Sunday night at band practice I thought of how easy it would be to turn my ammunition box that I carry all my cables and pedals in, into a pedalboard. Usually my ideas like this just fall through but I had some time and motivation last night so I decided to do it. I’m pretty satisfied with the results, I did it fairly quickly so it’s not the best looking job but that’s punk.
Jason, doin’ thangz.
Filed under: Random
Bored at work, shitty font, whatever.
Filed under: Music
On Friday night my dad and I went to see Neil Young at the Air Canada Centre. I ended up selling a bass amp in September to buy my dad these tickets for his birthday. Apparently he reads this so now he knows. I bought the tickets not only because Neil is one musician my dad can genuinely see eye to eye to, definitely one of our favourite musicians, but because I felt the need to make up for the first time we saw Neil together.
It was the summer of 2000, I was 12 years old and I have no idea what I was super “into” at the time, but chances are it was shit. My brother, who was living with us for the past year and a bit, got in a fight with my mother and he moved out of our house and one thing he forgot to take when he moved was his pair of Neil Young tickets that he’d won through some radio station. Not letting these go to waste and since we weren’t on the best of terms with my brother, my dad and I decided to go.
This is the part of the story that I felt the need to make up for. So it was the summer of 2000 so Neil was touring on the Silver and Gold album that had just come out so it was a very folky set. Once again, I was a 12 year old with a short attention span who just wanted to see Keep On Rockin’ in the Free World and Cinnamon Girl. About half way through the set I asked my dad if we could leave. I can’t remember if it was so much an ask as a beg, because I used to be a pretty bratty asshole. Personally, if my kid asked that, I’d tell him to go fuck himself, 12 years old or not, but my dad is better than that so he complied and we left while it was still light out.
I don’t think I’d feel any better if I’d have stayed, my 12 year old self couldn’t really appreciate that setlist, which looked like this:
Motorcycle Mama / Powderfinger / Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere / I Believe In You / Unknown Legend / Dance, Dance, Dance / Buffalo Springfield Again / Razor Love / From Hank To Hendrix / Daddy Went Walkin’ / Peace Of Mind / Walk On / Winterlong / Bad Fog Of Loneliness / Words / Harvest Moon / World On A String / Tonight’s The Night // Cowgirl In The Sand // Mellow My Mind
So yeah, that’s the reason I bought my dad those tickets, I wrote him some big sappy letter along with his birthday card and he was thrilled, and so was I that he decided to do the right thing and ask me to go, now onto the show.
It’s Friday afternoon, I’m working midnights like every other week, I wake up at around 3:30 and an hour later I’m in my dad’s truck. It’s a Friday, so it takes about 2 hours to get down to Toronto which sucked because we ended up eating at the ACC and all I could eat was fries and I was really craving a Hero Burger. We ended up eating our food then finding our seats just in time for the first band to start.
Opening up the show was a band called Everest. They’re from Los Angeles and reminded me of Bright Eyes but not as sissy. I’ll make a point to check them out sometime soon. We were sitting pretty far and the cameras weren’t on yet so I couldn’t really see what was going on, but they held the crowd pretty well for an opening act in a 2/3 empty arena.
Next was Wilco, who were without their drummer, apparently he had another gig that night in New York with some sort of modern classical quartet he plays in, so they had three fill-in drummers, all of which held it down well. Going into the concert I was only familiar with Wilco’s collaborations with Billy Bragg, Mermaid Avenue 1 and 2, which my uncle gave my dad for his birthday a few years ago when we were in Georgia. They were really great and I regret sleeping on everything else they’ve done. Derrick, give me a good place to start.
Finally up was Neil, opening with Love and Only Love, most of which can be seen right here:
For a man who’s 63 years old, as seen in the video, he doesn’t really show it. He played an incredible set that lasted around two hours. Plenty more songs I wanted to hear than 8 years prior, and my attention was held the entire time. Would have liked to hear a bunch of songs that weren’t played, including Old Man, which was apparently played the night before, but as my dad pointed out, Neil has hundreds of songs in his repetoire, it’s obviously hard to be able to satisfy everyone completely. We got stuck next to a drunk 40-something couple and next to them were a posse of bro-dongs who were throwing the metal horns during Neil’s set (seriously?) and air-drumming and headbanging completely obnoxiously, screaming along and howling, retards. God damn, I guess those $8 beers will get to you.
I didn’t let that get to me, and neither did my dad and we had a great time. Neil closed with Keep on Rockin’ In the Free World, so I got my song I wanted 8 years ago. For an encore Neil covered A Day in the Life by the Beatles and did an incredible job. I thought he was going to play a second song but he just walked up to where the vibrophones were positioned, hit two notes and walked off stage. I debated asking if we could leave half way through the set, but I didn’t want to be a cock. I told my dad as we were leaving and apparently he thought about saying the same thing. We laughed and I told him if he said that to me I’d tell him to fuck himself. Great night, worth every penny and I hope Neil comes back again soon. The setlist looked like this:
Love And Only Love / Hey Hey, My My / Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere / Powderfinger / Spirit Road / Cortez The Killer / Cinnamon Girl / Oh, Lonesome Me / Mother Earth / The Needle And The Damage Done / Unknown Legend / Heart Of Gold / Get Back To The Country / Just Singing A Song / Sea Change / When Worlds Collide / Cowgirl In The Sand / Rockin’ In The Free World // A Day In The Life
Like I said, my dad is probably reading this, and if you are, I’m glad we went together, happy birthday, I love you.
