Thursday morning I’m driving to Montreal. I posted on a couple of messageboards looking for someone to come along on the roadtrip and couldn’t find a single person. Could someone point me to the messageboards where people like me hang out?
I feel like a tool going on these long trips all alone in a big empty sedan. Anyway that’s why I always pick up hitchhikers. Usually it’s Newfoundlanders with big hockey bags heading out west to work. Or else excitable French teenagers.
On Friday I’m off to Toronto. Going to play a show, do some recording and hang out for a few days. I have so much left to do to get ready for this trip… so of course writing on my blog suddenly seems like this great idea. Ah the joys of procrastination.
Toronto and Montreal, give me a holler. Going to Friendship Cove tomorrow to watch VKNGS play and on Friday night A/V plays at Sneaky Dee’s.
Sometimes I get all this excess energy, which is partly a result of thinking about too much stuff to be able to concentrate on anything, and partly a result of being cooped up indoors for too many winter days in a row.
So recently I’ve started running up and down the stairs in my house. I run up to the top of the stairs, turn around, run back down again… turn around, run back up… over and over for however long at a time. It feels very Sisyphean.
And whenever I’m running up and down the stairs, I listen to I Against I by the Bad Brains. Over and over.
Run up and down the stairs. I against I. Return to Heaven. Flip the record. Up and down. Sacred love. Re-ignition.
A few times I’ve run up and down the stairs while listening to “Animosity” by Corrosion Of Conformity. Kiss Of Death, “PARALYYYZED, ALONE AND FRIGHTENED.” That’s pretty good run-up-and-down-the-stairs music. But mostly it’s Bad Brains. I Against I. Really frickin’ loud.
It’s gotten to the point where anytime I hear the intro to I Against I, my body gets itself all tensed up…as if to say, ok get ready… now we’re gonna run up and down a bunch of stairs.
What I want to do is, I want to tape this record onto minidisk, and take my minidisk player and go visit the CN Tower.
PHILIP!!!!
Chuck is going to Montreal tonight! Are you gone already? Can you wait?
I should have mentioned – he’s leaving tonight because that’s when the bus leaves. He could probably leave earlier.
sandblasted glass stairs
three flights
what I mean is, if you feel tense you might not want to end up at the almost top of the CN tower staring through a glass floor with twenty bucks missing from your pockets.
The stairs in the new Four Seasons Center on Queen St. W are transluscent. And I think its probably best to be particular about the shoes you choose for stomping on a glass staircase. Especially when there might be ballerinas around.
Just a suggestion for the weekend. Looking forward to your show.