Six Chicks Deep

I can think of a few people I could sing this chorus to. Some girls you wanna light a candle and get naked with and others girls you wanna have throw candle wax on you while you you kiss the base of their neck. This is lighter though, funner, this isn't Day and Night. These synths don't drown and drone, they leave room in the air for the sing along love that most people in the club bought their first record for.

Major Lazer- Keep it Goin' Louder (Feat. Nina Sky and Ricky Blaze)

A Bigger Kind of Kill

I am afraid to use my flash at shows.

I was surprised that Sunset Rubdown made it to across the water to play a sunday night show at Sugar this past week but no doubt was excited. I have never had a true sunset rubdown or had the chance to see the musical equivalent live. The announcement of the show was late, I think our live-music starved city had only 2 weeks to react to the announcement resulting in a near capacity crowd but not quite. And the people there were very stern and serious about seeing such a great band, and I mean when you like a band you obviously own the 2.5 square foot space you stand upon. But only true fans own that space, its universal law.

Witchies and Elfin Saddle opened and though I missed the first of the two Elfin Saddle is the best saddle I have ever sat on besides the mechanical bull at the Okanagan Corral. There is a slightly strange make-up to their ensemble. Two balding, bearded caucasians helped a pettite vietnamese stunner absolutely own the room with with a tidal wave of charisma. She was more Genuine than the clear bottle with nothing to hide, and sang some great folk-pop-hymns that could be the soundtrack of getting lost in the woods with your lover, laying on a bed of moss and having a slow orgasm to the beauty of nature. The one guy sings too.

Now the main act played a great show. Spencer Krug admitted that they were mainly going to play songs from the fantastic new record Dragonslayer, and he wasn't kidding. The lone song that wasn't slaying fire breathing lizards was the opening track from Random Spirit Lover, The Mending of the Gown. They opened with Idiot Heart, highlighted with Black Swan and finished with the flailing, beautiful beast of Dragon's Lair. All of this was just what I had hoped for, with a slight lack of Stadiums and Shrines. The venue, Sugar, is neither a stadium or a shrine in fact, though it's Victoria's premier musical venue, it's got some shit goin on that bothers me.

1. No drinks specials, ever- Which is fine, no big deal

2. Sunday shows have to end at 12- It's only one day a week

3. A giant barricade blocking the audience from getting as close as the band wants them.- It's safety man

4. Those annoying people in the bathroom trying to rub you down with Gucci and telling you your gonna get laid if you give them a twoonie- They're just trying to be nice

5. A crowd that thinks it's pretty much the cooler than the band and doesn't partake in singing along, getting wasted or dancing, and ya like I mentioned there is the 2.5 foot area. -You're a nitpicking prick

I was with the drunk girls with the high pitched voices that had no idea of the name of the band but fuck they were having more fun than most of the floral-dress bearing front row female fans that merely gave Spencer a stone-faced stare through their knock off Ray-bans the entire set.

I wish I could have spiked the punch and rubbed everyone down. But instead I just flashed....

Slash and Bang

Some spare time not so well spent making a sequenced video of a few people who have better golf swings than I do. Brace yourself for the over the top move at about 3:45.

Reduce, Reuse, Run away with

The toughest thing to recycle has got to be 3D goggles.

Sure you know you will never use them, but in the case that the movie you just saw was fantastic you really feel the need to take them home and be prepared for the next visual spectacle that will be formatted in the 3rd dimension at your local cinema. Mine are sitting here as a result of the new Pixar movie Up, and up is where my two thumbs go.....I had to. The movie combines a bubblegum childhood fantasy with a bittersweet dramatic comedy and does so in a way where you need to question nothing and end up getting completely lost in the film . In the meantime you'll also completely forget about your glasses. And ya there is a big box as you exit stage left asking you kindly to help Disney retain their now stylish glasses, but don't give in. I won rock, paper, scissors (I'm very good) to see this film and it was more than worth every nervous toss. It was also worth the whinning of my accomplice who wanted badly to see Zach Galifiniakis drug the three members of his wolfpack on a hotel rooftop.

If you have the chance take a ride in Mr. Fredrickson's house with your glasses on. And keep em, Fuck Recycling.

Dinosaur Jr.-Pieces

Young Gotti, BBQ Party

"I got two friends and they're my nuts, both my old girlfriends they hate my guts."

I remember my cousin talking about Kurupt when I was about 11 while still being convinced green day and blink 182 were forever the peak of music. Things have changed and though I didn't give the west coast MC a chance then, I do now and am thankful for the guidance of my well informed, hip-hop head family member. Beats that refresh and wordplay that comedically entertains, you can hear this album being played at the next huge backyard party that you might or might not throw. It's playing at mine in my head and people are trying to finger-fuck each other with westcoast signs. What a great time.

Hey Playa! (Morrocan Blues)

Kurupt and DJ Quik

Debut

My favorite words: Paradiddle, Fatigue, Vagina and Debut.

As a thursday night unfolds and cheap refreshments give way to sharing breath mints, i sit, reinforcing to myself my idea that weekends are slowly to become obsolete. The spontaneity that lies strictly within the grasp of week nights will slowly out-pleasure the nights that have spawned their own acronyms over our young history of night life. Even when I can recall nothing of the previous night, I can more often than not recall the luscious two words: "Just one".

Let your hair down when it leasts expects it. Stay spontaneous my friends.