My constant travelling companion on this trip has been a progressively beat-up copy of the lastest issue of The Big Takeover. As much as I fretted about running out of reading material, I always had this huge spider-whomping-sized mag for backup. I just finished the interview with Joe Pernice wherein he revealed a couple interesting bits of news. One, there will be a second Chappaquiddick Skyline release very soon, this one a 6-song EP. Two, he’s moving to Canada! No doubt a condition of convincing the lovely and talented Laura Stein (ex-Jale, ex-Pernice Brother and expat) to marry him last year. No details on where in Canuckistan he’ll be setting up shop, but hopefully it’ll be Toronto – what a treat it would be to run into him around town.

Also Pernice-related, I picked up a copy of his Meat Is Murder contribution to the 33 1/3 series of books while in Seattle. Though Pernice puts it forward as fiction, it’s hard to believe much of it isn’t autobiographical – particularly the bits about how the album affected the adolescent protagonist growing up in mid-80s Boston. Of course, teenage angst, lust and suicide (don’t do it!) are universal enough themes, but Pernice makes it all ring true. A quick read, but a very solid debut novel(la) for Joe Pernice. I hope he continues writing, though not if it takes time away from his musical output. Coincidentally, Largehearted Boy also just finished a trio of books in the 33 1/3 series including Meat Is Murder.

Also from LHB – Calexico have begun posting their live shows on The Live Music Archive. Nice.

So you may have noticed that the mp3 of the week got updated as usual last night – this is because I came straight home from the airport instead of going back to my parents’ place for the night. I was just ready to come back home and get settled in. There is some jet lag going on but it should be shaken off in time for work tomorrow. It was a great trip but it’s good to be back. The flight back was uneventful except for the Dutch lady sitting beside me having some sort of diabetic attack halfway through and going nearly comatose. Her travelling companions didn’t seem overly alarmed so I didn’t worry much, but it was still unnerving as they were shaking her and slapping her around to try and get her to respond. The in-flight film was The Whole Ten Yards, which was about as unfunny and unnecessary a sequel as I’ve ever seen. And since it was edited for showing on a plane, they cut out anything remotely offensive – basically, Amanda Peet’s breasts (which we all know she has no problems flashing at the drop of a hat, God bless her) and women getting slapped by men. On the other hand, we were spared the sight of Bruce Willis’ bare ass so I guess there’s an up-side.

I’ve started going through the photos of my trip and when I find a decent way to present them, I’ll post them online. In the meantime, I’ve inserted some images into the past week’s blog entries just to spice them up a little.

I have no food in the house and am feeling kinda zoned out. Bleh.

Went to see I, Robot last night (after a long day of doing nothing and napping) and I have to say – it didn’t suck, not nearly, and I was fully expecting it to suck. Now I’ve never read the original Asimov book beyond the back cover (and since the moviemakers distanced themselves from the source material by saying it only “suggested” the story, they may not have either), so I wasn’t coming at this as a purist ready to scream bloody murder at Hollywood trashing a sacred cow. No, I just thought it looked bland and predictable from the trailers. Surprisingly, it turned out to be somewhat deeper and more engrossing than your typical Summer blockbuster, which I suppose isn’t saying much, but it’s not just a brainless action film. It’s a little bit mystery, little bit philosophy and a lot action but it all comes together in a decent couple hours of entertainment. There’s nothing revolutionary put forward in either story or execution, sure, but neither are there gaping plot holes or maddening narrative inconsistencies. Effects are good, performances are decent. Count me as one reasonably satisfied moviegoer on this eve. Now I’m sure I’ll get a slew of comments from people who hated it – feel free to vent, but don’t expect me to defend the film. I’m just saying it’s not nearly an abomination. That’s all.

Redesigning the books to feature the movie art, however, is just wrong.

The 100 greatest comics of the 20th century – from Tim O Thompson.

Popmatters has a review of A Ghost Is Born and extended band profile all in one convenient article!

My plane leaves around noon today, so I’m outta here shortly. Just wanted to mention that despite my being so proud of myself for setting up the mp3 of the week to automatically update last week, I totally forgot that I wasn’t going to be getting back to my computer till tomorrow sometime so this week’s update will be about a half-day late. That’ll teach me. And while I’ve only been away a week, I’m pretty sure I’ve completely forgotten how to do my job. Monday will be interesting.

That’s it from the West Coast. Excelsior!

So yeah, that’s been a helluva lotta walking. Yesterday I estimate I clocked around 15-20 km of walking through downtown Vancouver and Stanley Park. Not entirely intentionally, mind you – I missed a few buses and took a few long-cuts through the park. Also unintentional was my leisurely stroll through the park turning into an ascetic trial. You see, no one told me that once you got onto the Sea Wall path around the perimeter of the park, you were stuck down there for a goodly portion of the distance, nor did they tell me that there was nowhere to get food or water down there. What this meant was that I was trudging around the path for the better part of an hour having not eaten or drank anything for hours in quite a hot sun, moderately heavy pack slung over my shoulder. Fun. Actually, it wasn’t that bad but still more arduous than I’d intended. At least the scenery was terrific.

Also in Stanley Park was the Vancouver Aquarium. I don’t think I’ve been to an aquarium in many many years, so that was pretty fun. It’s small but well-stocked with exhibits. The Amazonian exhibit was particularly impressive, with these monstrously large fish just sort of hanging around. I was lucky enough to catch the beluga whales at feeding time and then see the dolphin show right after. Dolphins are nice.

I also trudged around downtown some more, stopping by Tom Lee Music to play some guitars. They had a Burns Steer in stock – now that’s a guitar only Billy Bragg could love. Depiste being uglier than an ingrown toenail, it actually sounded pretty cool. Played some “Levi Stubbs Tears” on it and had an immense sense of self-satisfaction for the rest of the day.

Come evening, I met up with my friend Andrew from university whom I hadn’t seen in over three years – went out for dinner to do some catching up and then he gave me a driving tour around the city. Swung by Main and Hastings looking to ogle some junkies but alas, they weren’t out last night. Just your typical homeless people and prostitutes – hey, I can see that sort of thing back in Toronto. I wanted to see Vancouver’s fabled heroin addicts! Oh well.

So this is my last day out west and I have nothing to do. No plans whatsoever. And that suits me just fine, actually – the past week has been non-stop on the go, so I don’t mind having a chance to kick back and rest for a bit before heading home.

At the risk of becoming a broken record every time I visit a new city, I will start things off by saying, “I like Seattle”. The ferry trip in from Victoria on Tuesday was uneventful except for the realization that I’m not quite as immune to motion sickness as I’d previously thought. There were no embaressing incidents, just some queasiness over a few patches of rough sea, but a nice way to travel especially with the view of the city coming into port.

After ditching my stuff at the hostel (which I was very impressed with, overall) I went for a quick wander around the downtown. My plans to this point had consisted of “Arrive in Seattle, ditch stuff at hostel”, so I was feeling pretty aimless. I ended up spending most of the afternoon in the Pike Place Market, which was every bit as chaotic and interesting as I’d been told. Despite being a huge tourist draw, it didn’t feel overly touristy, which was nice. One thing I will say about Seattle is the free buses in downtown from 8AM to 7PM are brilliant. For a city without a rail-based mass transit system (the monorail doesn’t count), they move people around quite efficiently.

Once back at the hostel I played some softball with the other guests and just hung out for most of the evening. Later that night a few of us tried to go out for a drink but that was a little tricky as the 19-year old German guy with us didn’t have any fake ID. It took a few tries before we found a place that couldn’t make sense of his passport and just let him in. To celebrate, we got fairly hosed. They make their mixed drinks STRONG, God bless em.

Yesterday my dorm mate and I went up to the Capitol Hill district of town (the college-esque area) for some record shopping, the fruits of which you can see over in the sidebar. I was expecting some top-notch record stores in a town like Seattle and was not disappointed. The prices weren’t necessarily better than I’d pay back home, but the selection was amazing. Their used inventories were better than the new inventories at many stores I’ve been to. I had also meant to try and hunt down Sub Pop’s offices, but forgot to write down the address. After loading up on music, it was a leisurely walk back into town. I hadn’t expected Seattle to be so damned hilly – people in that town must have buttocks of steel from walking some of those inclines. I’m talking blocks at a 40-degree angle or more. Cutting through the residential neighbourhoods to get back downtown revealed some quite nice houses and apartment buildings – older-looking but quite well-preserved by the mild weather, I guess. I could see myself living there.

We then took advantage of a hostel deal and went to the Experience Music Project dealie for 1/4 of the usual admission price. We couldn’t take the monorail to the Seattle Center, however, as it had apparently caught on fire and wasn’t running. Okay. They did give us free shuttle buses though, so at least I saved a buck or two. The EMP is a pretty neat exhibition of music history and memorabilia, though smaller than I’d expected. I guess it and the Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame are constantly in competition for exhibit pieces. The costumes display was neat, though it was disappointing to see the costumes from the original Batman television show up close – those things really look like ass. I also liked seeing current indie artists getting almost equal display space as the classic rockers. Oh, and I saw Kim Gordon of Sonic Youth in the songwriting exhibit, just hanging out. Yay celebrity sightings.

The EMP was pretty much my last activity in Seattle as I had a bus (not train, as I’d originally thought – I should really pay more attention) to catch that early evening. After retrieving my pack from the hostel I wandered around a bit more, took some pictures and just generally soaked up the city. As I said, I liked the place a lot. Even though it hasn’t been particularly gentrified – I don’t think anyone quite lives in the downtown proper – there was still a lot of energy and people about. I think it helps that there are residential parts of town just outside the downtown (walkable) as opposed to being way out in the suburbs. I would certainly like to go back and see some more of the city and Washington State in general. Truly some beautiful terrain out there. Oh, and they have an absolutely kick-ass radio station in town – KEXP. It’s the sort of thing that could actually persuade me to buy a radio (they had it playing in the hostel 24-7).

And that, in greatly abbreviated form, was me in Seattle. Barely there a day but I got a lot done.

Now that I’m back in Vancouver and have had a little time to cruise the internet (though I should be getting ready to head out again), I’ve found a few noteworthy pieces that I’m going to post now before I forget.

Mark Eitzel talks to Billboard about the new American Music Club record Love Songs For Patriots (yes, they changed the title again), out October 12.

The final Elliott Smith album From A Basement On The Hill will be out October 19. Details here.

Doldrum asks nine questions of Anna-Lynne Williams from Trespassers William. Anna-Lynne just sold me a copy of their debut Anchor, so she is my friend.

I think I may go to the AC Newman show on August 8 at Lee’s. I’m hearing very good things about openers Rogue Wave. Anyone wanna testify?

Major crapola that the Toronto Star Bluesfest was cancelled. Some real quality acts were booked, and while I thought they spread themselves way too thin with by having shows stretched out across more than a week, it’s a shame people couldn’t be persuaded to go.

So are we trading Vince or are we not? I certainly hope not – sure, he’s disgruntled now, but he should at least let Babcock put a new team together and play some of the season out before deciding it’s not working. And I cringe at the idea of a franchise barely a decade old bidding adieu to a fourth young franchise-quality player (I’m talking Stoudamire, Camby and McGrady). Ain’t no good times for Toronto sports fans.

I find it astonishing that during the week that I’m barely around and certainly not posting anything newsworthy, I’m getting the most hits I’ve gotten in months. Am I to take it you guys prefer it when I’m in absentia?

Very quick one from Seattle. Is there such a thing as a public internet kiosk without a fucked up keyboard? The city is nice, very warm weather – I think that’s abnormal? Hostel is really nice, played softball with some of the guests last night. I’m finally getting past the jet lag, thankfully. Sorry to be leaving tonight, but what can you do. I guess I’ll just have to come back sometime.

Okay, keyboard pissing me off. Will get into this city more when I’m back in Vancouver tonight. seeya.