The meek had a meeting of minds, Consistent hypocrisy… Hey! that’s alright, Let’s overthrow this old guard


You really can’t fool old friends.

I am mad busy with work & life & policy papers & parents & healthcare & hospital visits, so I’ll keep this short (for me – I back-blogged the trip using my OLIP report write-up, check the 13th).

First & foremost, I shouldn’t complain about minor inconveniences & work stuff, because I’m happy to say that things are almost as good as they could possibly get with my Mom’s health.

After receiving great results-news while away in Nashville, things just keep coming up Milhouse (better & better).

Woody Allen hit the nail on the head in Deconstructing Harry: “The most beautiful words in the English language are not “I love you,” but “it’s benign.””

{Though my personal fav DH-movie-quote suits the political workplace, it runs through my head constantly when watching youthful, hi-octane, low-intelligence $70K staffers with no social intelligence quotient firing off snarky Blackberry messages to each other during meetings: “I think you’re the opposite of a paranoid. I think you go around with the insane delusion that people like you.”}

Anyway, it was weird to go to St. Mike’s yesterday & see her hooked up to drips & vacuums. Being such a strong person, it’s off-putting to see her immobilized by machinery. She’s probably on her way home right now & hopefully the next couple of days will be only made difficult by Globe & Mail crosswords.

As for the original (bitchy) premise of the post, I will say this much (maybe more & better at a later date)…

There exists a statute of limitations on the annoyances that someone can bear, a friendship ratio, a rule, a politeness and patience maximum….

This theory has been explained to me via Robyn & penned by her sage (& Firefighter-calendar-starring) bro: 60-40 friends are the exception, not the rule.

60% effort & energy & waiting & giving & trying & working, et al…. Is the maximum within-reason allowable amount of effort for someone to contribute to any type of relationship, romantic or platonic. &, in turn, 40% payback is the minimum allowable amount of time, affection, consideration & politeness that is tolerable….

So let’s just say that I need to heed this ratio & crunch some numbers. The only thing sadder than being stood up by a new date is being stood up by an old friend. & from glass-houseville, population Meghan, I need to remember that while running around like a chicken with my head cut off (or about to get its thyroid sucked out) this weekend, I completely forgot to return Toshi’s call.

Takes one to know one.

Peace
meegs

Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean; Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!

So I give up. My body has just up and rebelled against me and there’s nothing that I can do about it. A week of hotels, no sleep, little exercise & poor eating has finally (inevitably?) caught up to me with a vengeance. Tho I was very much looking forward to the Akron/Family gig last night at the Music Hall, I just couldn’t tough it out past the two openers. Once the clock struck ten, I turned into a tired, whine, hive-skinned pumpkin & needed to get home. stat.

Considering that I’d survived on ‘meat & three’ meals for eight-ish days, who’d've thunk that a lil’ bit of sushi & tempura would set my gut asunder? Maybe it was the newly reno’d Queen W. Sushi Time atmosphere that threw me off…but something deep, deep, inside me was not happy with sitting solemnly in a beautiful church, listening to beautiful music, along with beautiful buds & the beau (And you may ask yourself-well…how did I get here?).

The battery of queso, black beans, nachos, pulled pork & nitrates had nothin’ on a teeny piece of raw tuna.

Laura Barrett
was blissful & eretheral - imagine a 3-egg omelet whipped from the Grade ‘A’ ovaries of Bjork, Nellie McKay & Tinkerbell, seasoned to perfection with a squirt of Cole Porter & Philip Glass’ y-chromosomes….Her set was perfect to soothe my achin’ minds, but not enough to quell my hurtin’ body. Her soaring gorgeous voice almost overshadowed the hyper-intelligent lyrics, vivid images and apt references…& the stories she wove distracted me from the mass of hives that were popping up all over my upper body….

Needless to say, for the entirety of the Deep Dark United set, I was a tad preoccupied with la revoluccion developing within & without. It’s unfair for me to say that I found the set to be too long, because I was frantically doing mind-math about how long it would take to cab-it home or buy calimine lotion….

Despite the afflictions, DDU had a unique & memorable sound. They sound as if the Talking Heads’ final tour plane crashed on the outskirts of New Orleans & the members’ disintegrating bodies rose for the subsequent Dia de Los Muertos, paraded the streets & filled it with slo-mo dissonant music, with wah pedals shackling them together & trailing behind….

Sickness is either causing more delirium or eroding brain cells….I’ll stop before another weak allegory eats me whole….

peace (soon?)
meegs

Listening to this will help:

I played a divorcee in new york city, I had to put up some kind of a fight


There’s no point in pretending that I can accurately describe the long-haul, super-crazy & exhausting week that passed. (So check the photos as they get uploaded at my Flickr site.)

It’s apropos that while I was keeping odd hours in the Southern U.S., my ATX peeps were simultaneously living like rock stars or actually being rock stars (congrats, Kristen, I’ve very very proud of you & The Personals!).

Regrettably, while Toshi was in the US, we never crossed phone-paths, but I’m sure that I will soon get an inbox of photos that’ll fill me in on his Brit-pop-favouring SXSW experience.

Although it went by fast, it seems like so much happened while I was gone. Geetha & Sumanth have a beautiful baby boy. JJ finally moved to Toronto. Theme parties were planned. Work moved at hyper-speed. Waub’s getting ready to move to Winnipeg. My Mom’s health drama almost concluded, & is easing into the denouement and (hopefully) a happy ending.

Overall, when you consider the Real World circumstances
(close quarters, long hours, booze, hunger, stress, travel, tension, disparate character traits, interests, beliefs, sanity levels, etc) that the eight of us endured this week, it’s not so unusual for some crabtastic goodbyes & awkward silences to ensue.

Getting back was a huge relief & required some Toronto comfort food to mark the occasion. After a deep-sleep nap, the Beau & I dined at the local Pho joint & groggily caught each other up on the week’s events.

Highlights– Nashville’s hospitable culture, music, museum & interns. They finagled us enlightening meetings, swag, Opry tix, & more. They chauffeured us, hosted us, guided us & welcomed us with open arms. Good downtime & thoughtful conversations on group dynamics, love/hate friendships, drunk vs. sober friends (& how you can’t expect your brunch/quiet friends to be the same nitty gritty dirt dive peeps…tho if you find a bud that is conducive to both – hold on tight.)

Tomorrow will hopefully be a better rested day, but not for long….The long awaited return of the Akron/Family (from Brooklyn, supported by local talent Deep Dark United + Laura Barrett) takes place @ The Music Gallery as part of the Pop Avant series with Brave New Waves on CBC Radio Two.

Drifing off to sleep soon & trying desparately to catch up on needed rest time….

Peace
Meegs

Well I heard mister Young sing about her, Well, I heard ole Neil put her down

The sleepy little state capital of Montgomery, Alabama was a quaint introduction to the intricacies of American-style politics for the Ontario legislative interns. Throughout the weekend and every weeknight, Montgomery’s deserted downtown streets illustrated the sprawling suburb and donut-hole-downtown epidemic that plagues medium size cities across the United States. Although Montgomery is rich with civil-rights era historical sites and has a preservation society that works diligently to protect and display them, few Alabamians reside nearby to appreciate their significance. Robert Putnam was right – not only are Montgomery residents, students & professionals ‘bowling alone’, but if they pleased, they could do so straight down the main street after five.

Despite an overarching sense of inertia after business hours, during the day the interns were privy to eye-opening meetings with state dignitaries. First and foremost, one had to keep in mind that these State Representatives, Senators and administrators are part-time employees who maintain ‘regular’ jobs throughout the year (according to the Speaker Seth Hammett, the Representatives in the House come from forty-six different professions). This part-time status is difficult to comprehend, and is even more incomprehensible after numerous Senators and Representatives calmly admitted that hundreds of thousands of dollars was invested in their election campaigns.

While some present this part-time status as a grounding agent that discourages ‘career politicians,’ in reality it encourages the independently wealthy and late-career lawyers to achieve social status and increase the legitimacy of their business or firm. Speaker Hammett conceded that many Representatives regularly ‘plug’ their law firms, and utilize their public profile to benefit their businesses. Shortly thereafter, while watching the House procedures, a local basketball team was recognized for their achievements by a Representative who couldn’t resist remarking offhandedly that his law firm offers a sports agency service.

The most jarring procedural practice of the House of Representatives was that a Bill’s sponsor regularly discourages others from voting. Although Speaker Hammet was quick to criticize the Canadian/British Parliamentary members’ tradition of voting along party lines, “That should make you nauseous…you might as well stay home,” he saw no harm in the very strong presentation of Bills by Representatives, “This is a District X matter, don’t worry about the vote…abstain,” and their “special projects.” The State Senate was very similar in its members’ single-mindedness on Bills and overall camaraderie. A guide described the Senate as being “more like a lodge meeting than a legislature.” In both houses, phones were installed at each desk, laptops were provided with electrical and internet connections, and few members paid attention to the proceedings until it was time to punch in their vote (or their absent neighbor’s), although in the Senate only a few younger members brought laptops.

Alabamian politicians frequently referred to “victims’ rights.” Both Republicans and Democrats from the State Supreme Court, the House of Representatives and the Senate created VOCAL (Victims of Crime and Leniency). At a meeting with the state’s Attorney General, Republican Troy King, I asked him to define this concept. In perfect soundbite style, he replied “Our criminal justice system was just that – for criminals not victims.” Behind this succinct reply are significant changes to state law: a plea of ‘no contest’ is equivalent to a guilty plea in criminal courts, pedophile offenders are sentenced to live with mandatory GPS tracking equipment, drug offenders are charged with additional felonies if a child is in their residence and charged with serious felonies if the child is injured. Unfortunately, King did not mention any preventative or rehabilitation services for drug and sex offenders.

Alabama was one of the hardest hit states for methamphetamine use and production. King’s swift legislation was impressive. Upon his election, he created a task force of doctors, educators, police and community members. Their comprehensive plan included educational materials for schools and police forces, legislation that required retailers to put products that contain meth’s vital ingredient behind the counter and to submit purchasers’ information to a new state registry. Meeting with the Attorney General was the highlight of the Montgomery trip, in my opinion. Although I disagree with many of his political views, and am frightened by the ‘unborn rights’, ‘victims’ rights’ and ‘traditional marriage’ discourse that he spouts, he was unapologetic and determined in his views, and provided the group with an accurate overview of Alabama’s political climate.

OLIP - Nashville Trip: Synopsis by Meghan

Visiting Nashville, Tennessee was an amazing experience that renews one’s faith in American cities. Immediately after picking us up at the airport (where the welcoming committee was waving Canadian flags and wearing their Southern hospitality-hearts on their sleeves), our host drove us through the downtown area, and proudly pointed to Nashville’s hotspots, historical sights and new developments. This is a vibrant and bustling city that reminded me of Austin, where live music permeated the downtown, tourists mingled with locals, and the business district was far less conservative than Toronto. Nashville’s downtown is regenerating with numerous new lofts, apartments, businesses and modern financial towers that inspire unexpected discussions on the merits of innovative urban design. Most outstanding are two architectural gems that double as tourist/sports/concert attractions, the Country Music Hall of Fame and the Gaylord Entertainment Complex.

The main drag, Broadway, is littered with wood-fronted, well-kept honky-style taverns and clubs, all within walking distance of State Capital buildings. One of our first meetings in these buildings was with Lieutenant Governor John Wilder, the Speaker of the Senate. To say that this was a surreal experience is an understatement. His office, shrouded in cigarette smoke, was littered with religious paraphernalia, oil paintings of Jesus, crosses, and Tennessean knick-knacks. Barely intelligible, Mr. Wilder mumbled, with his feet perched on his desk and his pivoting chair leaning back, at length about his enemies in President Bush’s circle, his length of time in office and other random thoughts. Already disoriented and jet-lagged from a four a.m. wakeup, the Ontario interns emerged from this meeting visibly stunned.

Thankfully, Wilder was an exception to the rule among Tennessee politicians. Most were coherent and capable professionals eager to engage the group in a discussion. House Representative Brooks was a firecracker, a middle-aged black woman who left teaching to pursue politics; she described her Memphis constituency as one that faces the same urban issues plaguing every American city. She frankly discussed her ‘politically incorrect’ preference for giving poorer families education vouchers so that they may send their children to black-only charter schools. When asked about the ‘victims’ rights’ discourse, she wholeheartedly agreed that is was an unbalanced approach towards the criminal justice system, and a further distancing of state resources from prevention and rehabilitation programs, which are much-needed in poorer communities. “We are living in a post-traumatic slave syndrome” she exclaimed of her black constituents, “based on our ancestors’ experiences, we are trapped in a cycle of poverty.”

Brooks was one of many strong Southern women willing to meet with the Ontario interns. Two members of the Tennessee Women’s Political Caucus, Representative Janis Sontany (Democrat) and lobbyist Leslie Hafner (Dell, Cingular, more) spoke honestly about their personal and professional difficulties advancing women’s interests in both Houses. Before meeting with this Caucus, House Republican Leader Representative Bill Dunn ‘warned’ us of the misinformation that was within the women’s proposed wage parity legislation. This certainly increased the legitimacy of the Bill in my eyes, and I was especially intrigued to hear more about this organization, especially since it included members of the private sector (Overall, lobbyists are very well liked, well treated and openly recognized by politicians in both of the Southern states’ legislatures. Politicians often introduced them to the group eagerly by their name and company.).

The most recent legislation projects undertaken by the women’s caucus are regarding breastfeeding in public, post-divorce insurance coverage, custody arrangements, domestic violence protection orders and wage parity. To dismiss this group as one that is only seeking unmerited wage and salary increases for women is ridiculous. Women’s caucus’ basic human-rights-themed Bills are admirable, if not saddening. In Tennessee, it is impossible to receive an order of protection against an attacker if the attacker is also the victim’s spouse. This completely condones domestic violence and offers no recourse to women while they are attempting to leave an abusive relationship, even if they are common law. Also, women are often left without health insurance after divorcing their spouse, and the women’s caucus is hoping to introduce a leniency period or an option to buy-out a portion of that protection after separation occurs.

Overall, Nashville was a whirlwind of exciting concerts, events, sports, and sightseeing. While the nights were fantastic, I will surely remember days spent talking to impressive, driven politicians and I will continue to admire the steep climb that many women and minorities face to achieve equity in the Southern United States.

And I may be obliged to defend, Every love, every ending; Or maybe there’s no obligations now; Maybe I’ve a reason to believe, We all will be received


Yee-haw for Hee-haw. I am very ready to return to the States, after missing out on some Detroit excursions & NYC visits for far too long…Post-SXSW, it’ll be my 1 year Canadian residency-anniversary & after immersing myself in domestic politics, I’m excited to get back into my Republican bashing & Planned Parenthood defending mindset. Some of my favourite ATX memories are getting up super early, reading the Times & talking to some incredibly intelligent & thoughtful American & International graduate students about the degree of messed-up-itude during the primaries, the election, the debates, & the war.

I can’t help but revel in this song’s lyrics , along with a host of other country tonk & twangy tinged tunes before tomorrow’s trip.

I apologize for the poor entry showing of late. I have been working odd hours & extra-curricularing & travelling to London, ON this week, too (I hadn’t been there since Allio-babe’s days as a Mustang & my days as a less discerning dater….this one told me that he liked “entertaining movies & music with a beat”, not exactly my soul mate.)

I’ve had a few requests for return with Southern goods, especially since I’ve made it known that I have every intention of making my way to the home of the King, Sun Studios, & the Rock & Soul Museum…So help me, Imma see the Killer’s stompin’ grounds come hell or stanky coach fare. Not that there’s any lack of amazing memorabilia & music in Nashville proper…I plan on exhausting every nook & cranny of my second-favourite music-TV-series set (organizing an artist info session at the Austin City Limits studios still trumps a visit to the Opry). I’m kind of bummed that the Loretta Lynn concert is the same night as the hockey game we’ve already booked, but LL toured to our fair city & I didn’t take advantage, so it’s my bad. Same goes for Wilco, who’re playing N-town while we’re there but, predictably, sold out super fast.

Some tacky King-style sunglasses are in order for Dor & I need to bring back some tunes for G’n'R. I guess I’ll surprise everone else, even if it just means tacky postcards (it will probably mean just tacky postcards, I’d make more $$ temping so lower your standards, people). I regret to inform Ozzy that the closest he’ll get in the next lil’while to BBQ will be beside my house at Phil’s since customs agents are a bit testy during March Break time. They wouldn’t let me get away with sneaking these back across the border after the mad cow flareups:. I also owe Hiro a ton of photos, so before I fulfill my Toronto-scenery & neighbourhood obligations, you’ll get an inbox full of Southern hospitality….I’m sure that Toshi will fill you in on ATX’s SXSW lineup, which will be more contemporary & edgy, but I’m happy to do a mini-American-History-sXe this year instead.

Until next week kimosabis, take it easy on the e-mails & avoid my cell, I hope to share some good stories & good tunes with you in eight sleeps!

peace
meegs

I can’t work day to day and live and starve in the lunchline; That’s why my shows last longer than a Talib Kweli punchline

CMW wasn’t the exciting whirlwind we could’ve made it out to be. Without a badge & warm weather, it’s hard to get into the venue hopping mood….but nonetheless there were pleasant surprises (both musical & friendly), camaraderie, beverages & scant poor quality photos had.

The surprises are better described as likely run-intos & well-hedged bets based on good advice-taking…Friday’s Cadence Weapon set was a triumphant coming-out showcase performance & better than I expected after hearing about his opening slot at the Shout Out Out Out concert in the fall. DJ Weasel (?) accompanied him & complimented the pop cultured, sharp & witty lyrics that name-drop Noam Chomsky, Eddie Haskell
& Dizzy Rascal in the same breath. The kid is brilliant (& I can call him a kid b/c he’s only 19). So sad that I slept on his reviews & performances for this long, but very grateful that I did get a chance to see him such an intimate venue as the Silver Dollar Room with such a wired crowd.

The photos, of course, are on the slowly growing Flickr site. I’m not posting ‘em all because I’m expecting to come back from Montgomery & Nashville with both a filled up dance card & a memory card to share…Too cheap to shell out for a pro account & need to be more discerning of the storage space…Speaking of discretion, said beverages were consumed with it, too….after the Labatt’s sponsor tour on Friday, I felt especially well-educated about the lager vs. ale merits and nuances…& quite exhausted from educational beer-talk & pre-real-meeting-with bureaucrats-jitters….I just can’t shotgun 50’s in venues until I completely forget those lengthy lessons…

To go from The Barmitzvah Brothers to Cadence Weapon is eclectic for a Friday…& Saturday’s setup at the Horseshoe was just as inneresting with the Diableros (seeing them live was worth the wait – I still regret going to their first CD Release Party @ Sneaky Dee’s only to buy the album & skootch out apologizing for an early workday ahead…brutal), Elliot Brood & Jon Rae & the River
. Swirly mope rock with Bowie-ish vocals, to alt-twang Blackgrass odes to Alberta & then ol’time gospel-tinged religiosity was a variety-show mix without a jarring dissonance.

Overall, an above-average weekend (tho no Flaming Lips tix were had…heard that SoundScapes sold out in 9-ish minutes) hopefully Josh & Magda’s exchange student sees that there’s more to Canuck music than The Tragically Hip &
Nickelback (which I confirmed, with relief, that she avoids at all costs on MuchMusic) & more to Canuck food than peameal bacon & beaver tails.

no witty lyric title


Well, what a long strange trip it’s been since that show. We’re now into Canada Music Week, if you can believe it, but isn’t every week CMW? There’s been too much hectic work for it to be CMW for me….This week makes me reminiscent of the days when I’d go to crazy lengths for music nerdery. Two years ago I weaseled a sweet comp’ed badge through my internship & had a blast at the interviews & workshops (Joan Jett!). Today, I’m not so keen on roundtables, etc & see why most attendees chill in the hotel bar the whole time. Regardless, we’re lucky to have a ton of great acts pass through our city, so hopefully I can decrease my geek time and enjoy some of it (especially the much Jon-hyped Shout Out Out Out from Edmonton…the city of real-live two-tier healthcare…that’d make for some fun banter, eh?).

I have become pretty sadly obsessed with working ahead on my research project…very lame. In other keener news, I polished off two books this week – from opposite ends of the interest-spectrum – Wouldn’t it be nice is about the making of the Pet Sounds album & Runaway is the latest Alice Munro short story set. Loved the Munro book, as usual, and I’m glad that I read it in dribs & drabs instead of plowing through her works, as usual, & forgetting it a week later. The Pet Sounds book, was just meh – too technical and not the greatest interviews culled…

I got back on the horse for my Japanese studies after having an inspiring super-long talk with Hiro this weekend. He’s got me pumped to see Tokyo (oddly enough this was a topic of discussion at a swank sponsor lunch just two days before his call) and assures me that I’m smart enough to master conversational Japanese with romanji – not going to worry about memorizing 5,000 characters until I can fire off some good dialogue.

Back to CMW talk - since MSTRKRFT snagged the primo cover of NOW magazine this week, I am instantly dissuaded from trying to get into Lee’s on Saturday night….Diableros/ElliotBrood/Jon Rae @ the Horseshoe seems like the best bet…& earlier that day, Isobel Campbell (I promise to stop writing B&S-related news next week) is doing a free in-store @ Soundscapes. Dunno if I can make the Shout Out Out Out/Holy Fuck gig tonight due to work-obligations….argh.

Anyway, things are heating up-ish at work. The times are good & the work is interesting, but on one minor grievance…I’m not a huge fan of many-bosses. I guess I do leave my I’s undotted & T’s uncrossed…but, meh, choosing my battles has served me pretty well thus far, so I’m not gonna get all wound up about things….yet…ask me about my stories in person…..dum.dum.dum…..

Peace
meegs