Last night proved fruitful, rare for a Tuesday in TO…at least for worker bees like yours truly….Hit Pho Hung after work, booked it home to redeem myself at the gym in anticipation of late sleepin’ in. Caught Final Fantasy 
at the Drake Hotel (after enduring a loooong list of artsy vids from Milwaukee & a ‘fashion show’ & JuiceBox, a sassy, primed MC with flow reminiscent of Run DMC/old Beasties…
trapped in an Iggy Pop-ish writhing skinny-ass body - he & those peppermint ‘model’ ‘dancer’ chicks should split a McCain Deep & Delicious Cake while they’re still in Canada & get their collective blood sugars up to a reasonable level.) just outside of the ‘dangerous’ Little Portugal….
Of course, this ‘hood is only frightening to those livin’ within the hipster confines of Queen W….& the best parody of the typical gentrifyin’ crowd has been getting major rotation through the indie hub, stillepost. Eventually, it got picked up by Eye Weekly & now it’s all over the goddamned place - causing introspecting, defensiveness & excessive brooding. Love it. Don’t bother reading the conversation/posting/rants that ensue…The only inneresting comment came from Anonymous: “LOUD NOISES”. Fak. That’s so goooood, why didn’t I think of that? Anyway, just to feed the flames of this simulacrum, check it out yourself & send some more traffic this site’s way..
Queen Street Man Here.
Have a great hump-day, comrades…Drink plenty of Drake Juice…
Gimmie a heads up on a Belle & Sebastian gameplan…
peace
meegs
p.s. - Check out ‘Survivor Ellesmere’ - a brand-spankin’ new blog from my bud, Annemarie livin’ large (& cold) in the real North….
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