I’m coming to Halifax again this weekend. Playing the Pavilion on Friday evening. Here’s the gig:
You like that? Ones and zeroes? That’s what the inside of my brain is like. I just downloaded an mp3 called “Factions” by The Establishment and I love it. They’ve got that modern sound, but it’s not so math-y that it loses the groove, looses the grove, nahm sayin, it’s as they say “dope.”
I’m a little out of the Halifax loop so I’m not familiar with the two bands with the Choose Your Own Adventure names but I just hope I don’t wind up getting eaten by a shark on page 31.
I am declaring a moritorium on the word “interesting.” I’ve heard this word five times in the past two days. The word “interesting” has no meaning. It is a placeholder. You should say what you mean, and say it mean if you have to. People won’t hate you for it. You don’t hate me now, do you?
This afternoon I saw a beaver in my backyard so I started videotaping it through the window. I went outside for a closer look, and that’s when I saw the long skinny tail… Holy shit. That’s not a rat, is it? What is that thing? It’s huge. It looks like it could eat my cat.
soundtrack: i’m dicking around with a flanger