Easy/Lucky/Free . . .

BRIGHT EYES PICTURES!
Okay, I managed to get a few okay ones from the London show, but with the exception of, like, ONE from Massey Hall, my Toronto pictures are shite. Sorry, guys! Shitty pictures from a shitty show, I guess . . . oops, did I just type that?! Okay, it wasn't THAT bad, but I felt ripped off by the fact that the set-list was EXACTLY the same as the London show, with the exception of one song. Ridiculous.

Anyway, here are the London pictures:








Okay, and now for the Toronto pictures:






Okay, that's all for those.




Go to that on Friday night!


Oooohhhh, I'm going to NYC from June 30th - July 3rd. Oh man, it's going to be such an insane amount of fun, and I will obviously take millions and billions and pictures. Which I will post here. That you will peruse.

Okay, bye for now.

Oh! Check out this band, 'cos I totally have a crush on the keyboardist, tee hee!

We hope that you choke.

Okay, I have about a million billion pictures to post, and since I didn't have time to make little thumbnails for them, you're just going to have to deal with links, okay?

But before that, I'd like to let everyone know that Tabloid is officially kaput. Which is - I hate to say - a bit of a relief. The last few were a bit of a let-down. It's just hard to get people to go that west in the middle of the week, I guess. But don't fear, my DJ-ing career isn't done! I'm working on something new, so keep your eyes and ears open.

Okay, first of all are some pictures from the Wolfmother show from about 4892 years ago:

One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.

And here are some from backstage:
Andrew chillin'.
Some ass-hat that wouldn't leave, even after the tour-manager and the band asked him to.

Now, here are some pictures from the amazing Fever/T(I)NC show that I saw last week.

First, the Fever:
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.

And here are some pictures of the always mind-blowing (International) Noise Conspiracy:
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.

And now . . . Radiohead.
I didn't think I'd be going to this show until the day before. My friend Vinita had asked me on Monday if I wanted to go to the show . . . for FREE! I obviously wanted to, but was scheduled to work 5:30-10:30 the night of the show (Wednesday). Luckily, I managed to get someone to cover my shift, and I got to enjoy one of the best concerts I've ever seen. (Thanks, Vinita!) Sooo life-altering, haha.

Our seats were pretty good, but still a little far back (row O in the left center orchestra), so the pictures are a little shite, but they're not completely terrible.

Enjoy:
I.
want
to
marry
Jonny
Greenwood.
He.
is
a
total
hottie.

Ooh! It's NXNE in Toronto, so get your ass out there and go see some shows! My picks?
+The Mark Inside at the Rivoli tonight at midnight.
+The Outfit tomorrow night at Rancho Relaxo at nine PM (unfortunately I won't be able to see them 'cos I work. Boooo.)
+The Shapes at Rancho Relaxo tomorrow night at eleven PM.
+White Cowbell Oklahoma at the Horseshoe tonight at midnight ('cos Mark says so, haha).

Plus about a million more that I won't get to see, 'cos I didn't buy a wristband, and I have to work tonight and tomorrow night 'til 10:30. Cry for me, okay?

Anyway.
BRIGHT EYES TWICE NEXT WEEK. I can hardly breathe when I think about it, really. hahaha

Are you down?

BE THERE!

Once again, sorry for the lack of updates . . . my excuses are plentiful, but let's just forget that next Wednesday and dance our cares away!

Cities to vaporize.

Oh maaaaan. Yeah, I know it's been ages. I'm so sorry! However, I've had exams, thought I had mono, went to Rochester for a day, worked a lot, etc. Anyway.

So yeah, about that Rochester trip. I went to go see the Matches, and also because my friend Caroline from Australia is in the States for a little while longer, and seeing as she's from another hemisphere, I hadn't seen her in almost three years. Here are some pictures from the trip:







And then, on Saturday (the 6th), my FAVOURITE BAND OF ALL TIME (The Strokes) came to Toronto. Fabrizio and Nikolai went to the Edge that afternoon, and because I'm a big loser, I went to see if I could get guest-list for the London show that's tomorrow night (I did . . . apparently).
I only took one picture there, 'cos I felt like a big enough dork as it was.
Here ya go:



Then . . . the show. Holy crap, it was so great. They played both "Ize Of The World" and "Vision of Division", my two favourite songs from First Impressions of Earth. I was SO impressed that they managed to pull off "Vision of Division" live. I mean, have you HEARD those guitar solos?! ¡Jesuchristo! Anyway.

Here are some pictures of the pretty awesome opening band, the Most Serene Republic (I apologize for the shitty pictures):




And now, THE STROOOOKES! (Again, I apologize for the shittiness of some of the pictures.)












After the show, Erica and I went to Pizza Pizza, and then Dance Cave, 'cos we were too poor/cheap to go anywhere with a cover. Dance Cave was a good choice, though, 'cos we ended up making new friends with extremely attractive boys. Good times. One of those extremely attractive boys took this picture of Erica and I feeling up Kelly Clarkson. Then I went to bed around noon. The end!

P.S. I'm going to see the Strokes again tomorrow in London, if SOMEONE calls me to tell me what the hell is up!

TABLOID WEDNESDAYS RULE!

Hey guys, come out this Wednesday (April 26th) to the Social at 1100 Queen West to see me DJ. It's always an awesome time, and drinks are cheap, so you can't really go wrong.

Die young and save yourself.

So my birthday was last Thursday (the 6th), and I took it upon myself to celebrate the entire week. Why not? The festivities began on Monday night after work when I went with the lovely Alicia and Lisa to this lame industry party for this new Rev beverage, which has caffeine and guarana and crap in it to make you go insane. Alicia had this VIP pass so we got to chug this crazy stuff all night. Woo, free booze! They had people dressed up in space suits, and they had ice sculptures, which I defaced, 'cos . . . yeah. That was just how I was rollin' that night, haha. Did I mention it was a giant yuppie/gino fest, and creepy old men thought they were doing me a favour by hitting on me? Anywho.

The next night, even though I was completely exhausted from the night before, I couldn't say no to an offer to go to the Blue Jays home opener with the room-mate and her man. We got cheapie seats from a scalper, and drank really over-priced beer, while we laughed at the insane people around us, like this chap, who got mad at people for cheering for the Jays (umm). Eventually he was picked up off the floor of the men's room by the cops for being a drunken lout. Speaking of drunken louts . . . what a night! And the Jays won!

More pictures from the Jays game:





Oh yeah. We went out to eat with Oscar-nominated actor Paul Giamatti after the game. Long story. It's not really that exciting. I got $15 fried rice!

Anyway, on Thursday I met up with my BFF 4 LYFE, Lindsay, and I used up the H&M gift card she kindly gave me. Then we went to What-A-Bagel, where they gave me ONE DOZEN BAGELS 'cos it was my birthday! SWEET. While we were walking there we saw a building start to fall apart, and Zanta. If you don't know who Zanta is, Google, my friend. Google.

Then I went out to eat with my dear Becky and her boyfriend (and my new roommate, come July!), Adam. We ate at one of my favourite restaurants, Fressen on Queen St. If you haven't gone, I HIGHLY recommend that you go. It's a little pricey, but the food of out-of-control good. Plus it's vegan, and usually organic, and the presentation is ridiculous. So go. Yup.

Thursday night was the Mark Inside/Chet/Run Chico Run show at the Boat that the lovely Geordie from TMI put me on the list for, seeing as it was my birthday. I went with Erica and Alana. Pictures from before the show . . .




As for the show . . . holy crap. Once again, the Mark Inside made my mind melt. There was this insane half hour jam session near the end, and anyone that wasn't dancing was probably a paraplegic (which is no laughing matter, but is an appropriate example to demonstrate the insanity of this moment in music). Erica, Alana and I were basically on the "stage" for most of the show. Gooood times. Gah, I love that band.

Pictures? Yeah.








Oh! And one and two and three!

Okay, I think that's it. Sorry it took me so long to update, but I've been working a lot/celebrating my birthday with my family/working on Portuguese and Spanish presentations/etc. Anyway.

A sad day in new music history.

R.I.P.



12 years later, and it still breaks my heart.


Also, R.I.P. to Layne Staley who is believed to have died on this day in 2002.