Musical footnotes.

I absolutely love it when the minds at ingenious advertising firms execute clever, creative installations. What makes it even better though, is when a large, global corporation embraces this creativity to push their brand, without marketing a specific product. The brand identity behind the concept is still there, but at least the company is not relegating to the "buybuybuy because we want to sellsellsell" paradigm that so many others endorse.



Now if i could just find that "Billie Jean" sidewalk...

I'm not a bird.

I tweeted.

A grand total of two times.

Then I also realized how much of a twat i felt like after tweeting, so I promptly quit.

I'll stick to my guns. Please and thanks.

Temper. Temper.

I prefer leggy, svelte, cheekboned specimens - that is a given. And what better week to make the acquaintances of these types, than TFW? However, I eschewed all things fashionable, to see these guys jam again...

Yeah, I still think their debut studio album is...well, a touch too studio, but their live shows???

Hot. Damn. (cue water-drumming, feet-hustling, jam session here)

The Horseshoe: free(!), loud and packed. Rush Hour represent! The ability to pick-up ("Mate, has it really been four years?!?") and Jameson and Dial-a-bottle and wax nonsensical in a shitty hotel room...

Too bad there wasn't a gay man's bare bottom in sight.

(and the award for the most-random-bump-in goes to... Echo & The Bunnymen WTF?!?!)

I got fixed.

No, no not the kind that I've been contemplating, as of late, but in fact, the other kind...

Started in little Italy and headed north - Crawford, Roxton and everything in between to (almost) Dupont. Looped back down to College and Dufferin where I picked up SharkvsBear. We trekked down Sorauran/Ronces, over the Gardiner and to the waterfront, where we made our way to the Humber Bridge. We doubled back and came up through the CNE gounds, eventually ending up at Trinity where we split to go our separate ways.

My only complaint about the whole endeavour?

God damn - I should've done this way sooner...

Canine Desires

A creative re-imagining...



You can catch Iggy's original here.

(thanks rickles...)

Forever Young.

A weekend where I re-captured my youth by ingesting letters of the alphabet, two nights in a row. Seemed like such a brilliant idea at the time, but in (the oh-my-god-i-can't-believe-i-feel-like-this) reality? Not so much. But then again, that's the beauty of hindsight, isn't it? Hopefully, this will be a lesson well-learned. But somehow I feel, as per usual, I'm going to receive a big, fat, red, capital "F"...

Friday night - complete with requisite draped hooded getup - I ventured well outside my geographic comfort zone to the KoolHaus, to witness this:



Then onto Saturday - where after what seemed like a blink of rest - (and a massive endurance of Chinese brunch with the 'rents) - I tackled Toronto's annual, all night art-fest: Nuit Blanche. I fully intended to make this year's excursion less about the party and more about the "art" - and for the most part I succeeded. My barometer of success?? I actually made it East of Bathurst for once! But yet, eventually, it ended up being about the party after all; the adage "...an old dog, new tricks" - well you can surmise the rest...

Quote of the night? "I'm here with XXXXX and I'm going to deliver babies on his doorstep - that's my art installation..." (thanks J.)