The sunshine bores the daylights out of me. Chasing shadows moonlight mystery.

Holy crap it’s busy. Fun busy. Exciting busy. Good ol’fashioned-busy-busy.

Getting that tingly planning butterfly feeling. Fingers & toes crossed for ‘big tings, big tings’ in the months ahead. Realizing I’m planning my life around two different elections, online communities & misc. nerdery. Geek pride swells.

In terms of music geekery - the HHK cult has grown! foxforcesixposse stylz
The Boat wasn’t big enough…Gladstone ain’t big enough…next stop ACC.

THIS weekend proves to be one worth capturing on digi-film, too…stay tuned. We could get with: Drake for THIS or The Boat for THAT. But of course, the choice is yoursssss…

Meantimes - Unkut tracked down a never before released version of A Tribe Called Quest’s ‘Scenario’ with Black Sheep & De La performing guest verses. Insane.

Happy Tuesday to you all.

Peace
Meegs

p.s. Indie rock bonus points - Spoon covers ‘Rocks Off’ by the Stones
Gnarls Barkley cover Radiohead



In the halls I’d rather hear silence than the bell of new love

So much blog-fodder…so little time to record it.

A week filled with lively discussions, late nights, life-affirming music, hijinx, shenanigans &, of course, tomfoolery.

She & Him Wednesday night exceeded all expectations and earned the #1 posish for ’show I wish I took my Mom to’ & ‘girl crush explodes to the nth degree’ for 2008. As much as I griped about the Opera House’s no-cameras or we confiscate your memory card all-Nazi-Russia policy, it was very nice to have a concert experience without craning your neck around the lit-up mini-screens in front of you. Why don’t promoters/venues take the same policy with attendees as photogs? 1st 3 songs are free for all in terms of photos - then lay off for the rest of the night, whydon’tcha?

A veritable UN-typa week kept me busy & up late. Old school friends & fam came into the city from as far away as: Mississauga, Ottawa, Parry Sound, Gravenhurst & Bolivia - to enjoy Toronto’s finest ales on patios in temperate weather.
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Next week *looks* calmer, but I’m sure that’ll change soon enough…

If you have a minute, please do check out this link. In about 2 months I’ll be doing the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront 5k to raise funds for (my neighbour) Gilda’s Club. IMHO, Gilda’s Club is the bar-none-best-Toronto-cancer-butt-kicking-charity. Be generous.

Peace
meegs

She & Him - Thought I Saw Your Face Today



Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis, when I was deadbroke, couldn’t picture this; 50" screen, money green leather sofa, got 2 rides, limousine wita chauffer


I can’t begin to describe how much I loved this film. The cast, the aesthetics, the setting, but most importantly - the soundtrack, all top notch. Save your comic book superhero car chase movie dollars for The Wackness. Check out the trailer here. If you like this 1994 playlist, you’ll love the movie. &, as always, you should come to HHK this Saturday at the Gladstone.

Mp3 - Summertime - DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Mp3 - Can I Kick It? - A Tribe Called Quest
Mp3 - The World Is Yours - Nas
Mp3 - Juicy - Notorious B.I.G.
Mp3 - I’ll Be There For You/You’re All I Need - Mary J. Blige & Method Man

Peace
meegs



a mission to micro-manage, weed out the problem and make it vanish. You might break with protocol, but if you leave with a handshake problem solved

When is an error not an error and merits an adjective like, let’s say…egregious? (Another post suggestion, paronomaniac?) Mistakes are part of life….especially during that big’ol work part of life. Some are intentional (like Metal Machine Music, Trans, any alter ego oeuvre), most not. Many are embarrassing (like this quickie bizarro marriage, this cringe-worthy turn of phrase, this enduring on-the-record-stumble, the list grows….) some re-couped their pride expenses and flipped the sitch switch, Judo-style, to their benefit…like this well-coiffed lad, this spunky songwriting legend, or this pitch-challenged pop-cult footnote.

Frustrating when the mistakes are (to me) no-brainers - typos on resumes, missed appointments & the like. These are the free throws of the office - it’s hygiene. Not-recruiting/hiring/interviewing-related-work, life, music & friends are all batting .500, though. So in the grand scheme of things…grateful that this is a preoccupation (witnessing this puts things into perspective)….Anywhoo - here are some work tunes, literally.

Mp3 - The Life of a Working Girl - Sloan
Mp3 - Welcome to the Working Week (Live @ the El Mo) - Elvis Costello & The Attractions
Mp3 - Workin’ for a Livin’ (Live) - Huey Lewis & The News
Mp3 - Decisions - Gonzales
Mp3 - Step into my Office, Baby - Belle & Sebastian




I guess I should’ve kept my mouth shut, when I started to brag about my car. But I can’t back down now, I pushed the other guys too far.

Hot on the heels of Raymi’s retro tribute post.

Brace Yourself: The coolest email from my parents. Ever.

I am so proud…& jealous.

Dear Meghan:
Just got in from Orillia. The Beach Boys show last night was excellent. The opening recorded song was played quite loudly and we were afraid. The show was almost 2 hours long with very little talk, just music. The actor that played Uncle Jesse on “Full House” sat in and played drums and the guitar and sang a couple of songs. He liked the attention
and was quite good. I think that his name was John Staios.

Tomorrow Mom tells me that we are off to the museum for some event there.
Have a good weekend!
Love,
Dad


Hey, can I ask you a question? Where’d you get the music?

“Hey, can I ask you a question? Where’d you get the music? D’You get it off a website? MySpace? iTunes? Ripped from a buddy’s pod? Burned to a blank on your sweetie’s laptop? Or did you buy it off the back of some stage we were passing through? Where’d you get the music? Maybe there’s still some cool Mom & Pop music store that escaped Wal-Mart’s talons somewhere sandwiched between Bed, Bath & Beyond & Hooters. Maybe. Maybe you got it for a song. That’s what people say, right? Got it for a song. Where’d you get the music? Songs are about all I had when I dreamed of following my musical heroes’ footsteps. And I did just that by signing a recording contract without the protection of a lawyer. Surrounded by smiling men in suits, believing we were in business together, I feel for it hook, line & sinker. I signed an industry standard contact. Another music industry industrial accident. These songs have been recorded before and they’re available on iTunes, but none of that money gets to me. Where’d you get the music? Yeah, take the bastards to court, I can hear you say it into your speakers full of righteous indignation. But it’s hard to pay a lawyer with a song. So rather than me give the money to them, just thought I’d do it all over again. It’s a lot more fun anyway.”
I love Guy. He’s brilliant. Wednesday resolution - listen to more Guy Forsyth.
Achieved.
meegs
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No I haven’t heard your band, ’cause you guys are pretty new. But if you dig vegan food, come over to my work, I’ll have’em cook you something…

Massive Caveat - This is a purely personal take on work. I speak on behalf of myself & my home’s legion of unkillable moths. Shout me a holler directly at my personal email (meghan.warby*at*gmail.com) if you want to discuss or feel free to post - I’ll try to stay on top any feedback within a reasonable timeframe.

Hokay. I don’t think that I could’ve read this book at a better time in my life/career. Ever.

Two weeks after working on an event aimed to spread some blogger/social media luff there’s some widely divergent chatter going oan about the night, the approach, the invitees, etc. All generalizations are false, including this one…but from my purview, the peeps attending had a brilliant time. (I had such a good time that I couldn’t polish off the entire Black Angels show…but I digress…)

So yeah. When is a pitch too much of a pitch? Or not a pitch? Or exploiting friendships & relationships? Or not inviting the ‘right’ people? Do the rules change with journos & PR work vs. bloggers & digi-work? I really enjoyed participating in Rohit’s session at SXSW08 schooling/venting over the ‘don’t’s in blogger relations.‘ & loads of the take-away-ables are common sense stuff - right? In this case, the client & their digital council crew (incl. yours truly) liked & admired the quality of work put out by the invitees. For reals. There’s a reason I sign the emails with ‘your fan.’ I mean it.

I’ve never done a PR course, don’t really know rules of conduct, outside of not being lame or schmaltzy or fake. In politics, you hear about the ‘Toronto Star rule’ - if what you’re doing at work ended up on the front page of the dailies tomorrow morning - would you be ashamed (questionable too-casual-even-for-Friday outfit choices aside…)? I’ve never been in a situation where this dilemma was even on the periphery.

We had a cool client that gets social media, they wanted to meet a mix of Toronto-based writers, photogs, foodies & geeks in the same mindspace - they ran with it and put out a nice spread. Why the drama? Was mulling over the flurry of posts & comments when I saw Mike’s post on his Fifth Column blog today, about BoingBoing readers getting all in a huff over deletions. I agree with his take. Bloggers make their content, own their content & have every right to change their content. Then checked out Seth’s evaluation of the bizarro rules & values governing Wikipedia. I agree with him, too. Why do some valid (?) entries get deleted? Why are some absolutely, unnecessarily (?) massive? Notice a theme? Who’s setting the rules? Why are content creators vilified for not placating the peanut gallery?

For me, it’s so weird running into these types of conversations at work (again). It reminds me of the ’sellout’ jeers lobbed at musicians all the time & at many of the artists referenced in this pretty solid book worth checking out - Unmarketable: Brandalism, Copyfighting, Mocketing, and the Erosion of Integrity by Anne Elizabeth Moore. Reading the book, written by a Chicago-based zinester & PunkPlanet vet who had her own corporate encounter, took me back to the days working at AMF - watching our Incubator Artists struggle with recording fees, stolen gear, travel/gas, holding down day jobs and then suffering people’s self-righteous b.s. for licensing a song, doing a corporate/private show, or ‘compromising’ some abstract idea of integrity in any other form. I know I’ve linked to these before - but damn, there’s no finer examples - that bloggers can learn from, I think - than these two artists I admire equally: the melodically-gifted-and-literary-reference-dropping-Of-Montreal-frontman Kevin Barnes & comedic-genius-gut-busting-b.s.-free actor David Cross.

*exasperated sigh* I apologize for the rant-eriffic format of the post & in hindsight see that I’m (as usual) all over the map in terms of my argument, so maybe this is best left to die a slow & painful death on the other critical blogs…until BoxStoreX gets outed faking a travel blog or someone YouTube’s repairman dozing off…I’ll go back to boosting music tomorrow. I promise.

g’night
meegs