Tuesday, November 12th, 2002
One Of Our Birds Is Missing
I could have sworn I bought a package of chicken breasts on Sunday whilst grocery shopping, but I can’t for the life of me find them. I even remember taking them out of the bag in the kitchen and putting them in the fridge, intending to separate them out later. Now? Nothing. No chicken in the fridge, the freezer, the trunk of the car… I figure there’s two possible scenarios. 1) I never bought chicken in the first place and am going slightly mad, or 2) they’re lying somewhere in the kitchen hidden from view, waiting to unleash some pungent assault on my olfactories in a day or two.
The Toronto Star has done an overhaul of their website to go along with the redesign of their print paper. About bloody time, the old site was god-awful.
Mark has bought himself a happy happy fun fun iPod and is showing everyone in the office how cool it is. It is cool, I won’t dispute that. I can’t ever see the day where I will be arsed to convert my CD collection into mp3 format or invest in the hardware necessary to tote it around. In ten years, I will be the equivalent of that crazy old guy down the street who extolls the virtues of vinyl and reel-to-reel. I can’t wait.
Addendum – The chicken has been recovered. It was in the fridge. Under tortilla shells. All I can say is that they were well-hidden and I was in a rush this morning. But alls well that ends well.
np – Robert Pollard / Not In My Airforce
Monday, November 11th, 2002
Oh Brother Where Art Thou?
I have not seen my brother at all today. This morning he was already off to work before I got up. I got home and was off to band practice before he got back. By the time I got home, he was already in his room on the phone with the girlfriend, which will pretty much close out the evening’s activities. This is why my parents get frustrated when they call and neither of us knows what the other has been up to.
np – Chappaquiddick Skyline / Chappaquiddick Skyline
Monday, November 11th, 2002
A Crick Uphill
Tracked bass on my song tonight. Mildly painful, I think we did something like a dozen punch-ins over the course of a 3:45 song, and that doesn’t include the takes we scratched. No one’s fault, I was drawing a blank in terms of basslines and Five Seventeen only made one up a few minutes before recording. It sounds… well, it’ll work as a guide. I will probably re-record it and make it a little less busy, but I’ve got something to start with now. Going to replace the ebow track I laid down last night with some slide.
Quote of the night, from Five Seventeen. “Lamb was my favorite meat because you could eat it after you fuck it”. Uggggh. I won’t even go near some of Brad’s jokes from the last few weeks. Lake Holiday – nothing is too taboo for us.
In more optimistic and less offensive news, our drummer woes *may* be solved, at least for now. A drummer with another band, The Electric Shoes, that Brad and Seventeen know, has expressed an interest in also playing with us. There’d have to be some scheduling to work out, but my time is totally flexible (obviously). Hopefully this’ll work out.
I’m 2/3 of the way through The New York Trilogy. Paul Auster is a masterful storyteller. I am going to have to dig up more of his stuff…
np – Galaxie 500 / The Portable Galaxie 500
Monday, November 11th, 2002
And My Unit Moves
So the Leafs have sent Colaiacovo back down to the OHL and Pilar to St. John’s. Good! More playing time for Jyrki Lumme! No doubt Leaf scouts are beating the bushes in Europe looking for more washed up players to come to Toronto and not earn their keep. Feh.
Feeling titanically unmotivated today. In a bit of an overall funk, really. Can’t quite explain why. Actually, I probably can but I don’t think I’m going to.
np – Interpol / Turn On The Bright Lights
Monday, November 11th, 2002
Don’t Forget The Flowers
It’s Rememberance Day and to my mild shame, I do not now nor have I in the past few weeks had a poppy on my coat. Unbelivable as it may seem, I haven’t come across a single poppy-selling veteran in my daily travels through the city. If I had, I surely would have bought one… I didn’t go and seek one out since I thought (wrongly it would seem) that it wouldn’t be hard at all to find one. I even briefly thought about picking one up on the floor of the subway station, but decided against it.
I do remember, though.
np – Yo La Tengo / Fakebook
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