I have been blog-humbled in spades. not only am I guilty of slacking off & not writing as much as my previous standards….I am completely in awe of the wicked prose featured in this girl’s diary, thanks to the NYTimes’ weekend style section - stephanieklien.blogs.com . Fak. Could one woman be so many others’ soul mate or what? I know that all the haters are popping out of the woodwork now that she’s parlayed the site into an optioned film & book, etc…but c’mon, she’s the real effin’ deal - certainly not the Carrie Bradshaw neophite that many are comparing her to!
In other humbling news - the ‘Schwa bites back to all the hipster TO transplant hoity toities with their disparaging remarks for the 905-ers (or version of ‘bridge & tunnel’ for the nOntarians). Soundscapes was PACKED last night for the Cuff the Duke CD Release in-store performance (cufftheduke.com) - disgusting-giving-away-free-water-in-the-hopes-of-averting-a-lawsuit hot. If they hadn’t just been playing new songs that nobody knew & asked for requests I wouldda screamed ‘Air Conditioning for Chrissakes!’.
But all in all - a free gig, good banter, fun people watching, running into ex-co-workers & enjoying the more serious & still twangy tunes - I have never craved a post-gig beer so much in my entire life. Good nostaliga-filled atmosphere across the street at Southside Louis’ - but no Bo Brady look-alike bartender anymore. Ahh boo. I guess it was never meant to be - but what kind of guy keeps that style of facial hair when they know that they are a spitting image for a two-decade-long soap hunk? bizarre.
Shouldn’t be blogging at all - typing up the phone line whilst I need to phone around for promo material quotes for the Pickups project…procrastinating me….
Tomorrow I’ll be shuttling back to the hometown with the Beau in tow. My Dad’s spending today with his more than a handful Mother in Markham & we’re trekking it back together - no doubt a trip fueled by cathartic jokes about the insane quasi-logic that guides the lady’s brutal matriarchical reign over him & whoever else is withing mumbling range. Season II Sopranos is a lesson for us all…or true catharsis. Shout outs to people that will finally be getting some care packages in the mail…I am a putz for not putting out sooner (If I had a nickel…) & hope to finish this before I depart for the Hoot. Anywhoo I’ll sign off now for what will probably be awhile….
Peace
meegs
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