Think About Life are jamming downstairs right now. I’m upstairs and I’m thinking I might bake them a batch of cookies or something. I love this band so much, I want to marry them. Tomorrow morning the boys are flying out to SXSW in Austin, Texas. I wish them luck. I’m going to stay in Montreal and tough out the winter. Someone’s gotta hold down the fort.
Last night at around ten o’clock I was fooling around on the internet and wasting time and feeling kind of mopey when all of a sudden I stood up and said “[Robocop voice] I must go. Somewhere there is a party happening.” And I ran down the stairs and right out into the crisp winter world of Griffintown.
And I went back inside and put some pants on, and then I headed up to the Black Dot for a rock’n’roll show. It was Fake Shark Real Zombie, Special Noise and Snake Master. I got there too late and just missed the Shark Zombie band, which was a disappointment because I liked their name. Fake Shark Real Zombie. Throw a robot and a ninja in there and you’d be all set. And a cowboy. And a pirate.
I’ll tell you why I like Special Noise. It’s rad how just two guys can create music that is so detailed and still manages to rock so hard. Watching Special Noise is like going to the museum. Let’s go see what’s happening in the Kick Drum Room. That’s just crazy. Now I’m going to wander over to the Guitarist’s Left Hand exhibit. Whoa, check that out. The drums weren’t even miked but they were so loud they made the floor shake under my feet. And Jef’s guitar playing is mesmerizing.
Special Noise action shot.
Snake Master came on and they were metal up your ass. Heavy as shit with enough catchy parts to keep my head nodding if not banging. The drummer has the best drum faces. He does the whole-point-with-the-stick thing and once or twice I think I saw him kick a crash cymbal with his bare foot. But the most entertaining part of the band is probably Jonah’s between-song banter. He’ll be screaming his throat off for an entire song and when it ends he’ll say something like, “Hey guys, did you know that the ocean is literally hundreds of feet deep?” and it’s so silly that you’re laughing before you even realize that it’s funny. (Maybe I should spell that ‘literolly.’)
After the show I headed up St. Laurent with Scoops Dujour, who was wearing his heavy bike chain around his torso like some kind of medieval Gothic warlord motherfucker from a distant-futuristic past. We said our goodbyes and I ducked into Blizzarts. I wanted to check out Sarah’s Mixtapes night because it had the sweetest little flyers I’ve ever seen, designed like a miniature cassette with an actual strand of tape hanging out the bottom:
I met up with Andrew and Robin from the Subset band. Andrew, who had read my previous post on Facebook and had bought me a smoked meat sandwich at Schwartz’s. He needs a shout-out for that.
(That was between bands at Subset’s debut show last week at Barfly. I don’t know if Andrew knows what happened to the leftover cornichon. These two giggling girls at the bar had it and were daring me to take a bite. I said, “All right, what did you do to the pickle. I suppose you put it in your snatch.” And my instincts turned out to be correct. So I took a bite and everyone went “AHHHHHHH.” It tasted pretty nasty but maybe I’m just not that into pickles.
And that was my first ever night at the Barfly. I like that place. I enjoy thinking of the word “barfly” as an adverb.)
Anyway, the music last night at Blizzarts was a mixture of old favourites like Pixies and The The mixed in with a bunch of stuff I didn’t recognize. It was chill. I’ll be back.
They were projecting The Warriors onto a screen behind the DJs. Robin and Andrew were talking about how it would much fun it would be to start a violence gang. So I kicked them both in the nuts and went home.
