Monday, July 03, 2006
I didn't die!
I finally got to see buck 65 again and it was amazing.
I used to have this issue with concerts. I disliked them, mainly because I always felt (1) kinda jealous of the musicians and (2) like I could be doing something better. But I have changed in Montreal - now I really enjoy shows.
Buck 65 shows fill me with joy. Although he is getting too popular. His thing was intimacy, he is a story teller where story tellers seem rare. Sure, musical lyrics tell stories, but at the first show of his I saw, in Victoria and at a tiny bar, he spent as much time telling stories as he did singing songs. And I really liked that. Most of the concerts I have seen involve an artist using his/her music to tell a story but never actually talking to the audience. And while Buck talked a fair amount at the latest show, he was more aloof, likely because the audience was much larger and he is much more famous. It might be hard to reveal truths when lithe and half naked girls are holding up "I would fuck for Buck" posters (which he took with him).
The point of this is that I need a story teller in my life. Maybe a saturday night story telling party.
Camping on St. Jean-Baptiste was not scary at all! Although I didn't talk very much. Although it started somewhat inauspiciously. The night before, I had had a dream where I was wearing a canadian flag by accident at the camp and it was going to get me in trouble (as you may note, I was actually a little worried about this trip). So when I got dressed and packed on friday morning, I tried to be careful of what I packed.
When I got to work I noticed that the shirt I was wearing was red and white. Ooops, I thought, this is a bit too canadian flag like. But I wasn't too worried. Still, I told my Quebequois workmate what I had noticed and how I thought it was funny. "That is funny," he said, "but it is more funny that the shirt has a maple leaf on it."
Shit. I suck. I didn't change and I did honk "Oh Canada" as we pulled into the campsite. The frenchies thought it was some new pop song. And, after all that, I didn't get beat up. Woot.
I did get eaten alive by massive bugs, and we had a small leech scare, and I was burnt to a crisp and I was totally malnourished (having only eaten chips and instant noodles for the whole weekend), but I was alive! I launched off fire works for Jean-Baptiste and barely noticed Canada day. I am becoming a true Quebecor. Fuck you English canada.
Montreal kicks ass in the relaxing/partying catagory. I have mentioned tam-tams, and today hanging out in the park I realised all french boys are sinewy individuals who play frisbee with incredible agression (they cheer when they make a good catch) and spend a good chunk (possibly all) of their time flipping and doing hand-stands and some sort of psuedo-campiori (shane thinks they can do these aerial feats because they are all unemployed and that they are sinewy because they can't afford food, but, you know, shane). But I experienced some relaxing/partying which is a little bit more me.
Picnik Electronique. They take over an entire park and set up huge speakers and have an all day dance party for the folks who leave the all night clubs. The park is gorgeous and situated on the banks of the St. Laurence. Now, the vast majority of the participants are a little strung out, and the gay men, of which there are may, have the naked gay man problems (whereby, if you are a gay man you must remove your t-shirt and dance until you are sweaty and smell bad) but it was still a lot of fun. There are enough normals (and this includes all the gay people who don't feel the need to remove their shirts and sweat) to make it great. Of course, Eric, Isabelle and I spent a good proportion of the event down by the river poking a dead fish (actually that was all Isabelle) and looking for fossils (also Isabelle) and trying splash each other with dead fish water (mainly me, but ultimately all of us).
LSAT came back. Don't worry. I did fine.
Also, I caved and purchased a cell phone. Call me. 514-814-5758. I haven't got a message system set up (I am cheap so this whole process is going to take time) so just call a lot.
I used to have this issue with concerts. I disliked them, mainly because I always felt (1) kinda jealous of the musicians and (2) like I could be doing something better. But I have changed in Montreal - now I really enjoy shows.
Buck 65 shows fill me with joy. Although he is getting too popular. His thing was intimacy, he is a story teller where story tellers seem rare. Sure, musical lyrics tell stories, but at the first show of his I saw, in Victoria and at a tiny bar, he spent as much time telling stories as he did singing songs. And I really liked that. Most of the concerts I have seen involve an artist using his/her music to tell a story but never actually talking to the audience. And while Buck talked a fair amount at the latest show, he was more aloof, likely because the audience was much larger and he is much more famous. It might be hard to reveal truths when lithe and half naked girls are holding up "I would fuck for Buck" posters (which he took with him).
The point of this is that I need a story teller in my life. Maybe a saturday night story telling party.
Camping on St. Jean-Baptiste was not scary at all! Although I didn't talk very much. Although it started somewhat inauspiciously. The night before, I had had a dream where I was wearing a canadian flag by accident at the camp and it was going to get me in trouble (as you may note, I was actually a little worried about this trip). So when I got dressed and packed on friday morning, I tried to be careful of what I packed.
When I got to work I noticed that the shirt I was wearing was red and white. Ooops, I thought, this is a bit too canadian flag like. But I wasn't too worried. Still, I told my Quebequois workmate what I had noticed and how I thought it was funny. "That is funny," he said, "but it is more funny that the shirt has a maple leaf on it."
Shit. I suck. I didn't change and I did honk "Oh Canada" as we pulled into the campsite. The frenchies thought it was some new pop song. And, after all that, I didn't get beat up. Woot.
I did get eaten alive by massive bugs, and we had a small leech scare, and I was burnt to a crisp and I was totally malnourished (having only eaten chips and instant noodles for the whole weekend), but I was alive! I launched off fire works for Jean-Baptiste and barely noticed Canada day. I am becoming a true Quebecor. Fuck you English canada.
Montreal kicks ass in the relaxing/partying catagory. I have mentioned tam-tams, and today hanging out in the park I realised all french boys are sinewy individuals who play frisbee with incredible agression (they cheer when they make a good catch) and spend a good chunk (possibly all) of their time flipping and doing hand-stands and some sort of psuedo-campiori (shane thinks they can do these aerial feats because they are all unemployed and that they are sinewy because they can't afford food, but, you know, shane). But I experienced some relaxing/partying which is a little bit more me.
Picnik Electronique. They take over an entire park and set up huge speakers and have an all day dance party for the folks who leave the all night clubs. The park is gorgeous and situated on the banks of the St. Laurence. Now, the vast majority of the participants are a little strung out, and the gay men, of which there are may, have the naked gay man problems (whereby, if you are a gay man you must remove your t-shirt and dance until you are sweaty and smell bad) but it was still a lot of fun. There are enough normals (and this includes all the gay people who don't feel the need to remove their shirts and sweat) to make it great. Of course, Eric, Isabelle and I spent a good proportion of the event down by the river poking a dead fish (actually that was all Isabelle) and looking for fossils (also Isabelle) and trying splash each other with dead fish water (mainly me, but ultimately all of us).
LSAT came back. Don't worry. I did fine.
Also, I caved and purchased a cell phone. Call me. 514-814-5758. I haven't got a message system set up (I am cheap so this whole process is going to take time) so just call a lot.
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