having a party at the house saturday night. stop by and i’ll tell you all the stuff i haven’t been writing about.

then i’ll leave.

much to say, no time to write, leaving in a few days, HIT ME

Fuck ya’s all, I’m moving to the country. I’m going to build an anger battery in my backyard. I’m going to build a telescope and point it straight into the sun.

I have to work tonight, and so badly do I not want to go that the feeling registers as an ache in my stomach.

That’s all I’ve been saying for the past three days. Fuck it, I’m moving to the country.

The new CD by Air Traffic Control came back from the manufacturers a couple days ago. We’re having our CD release party in Hell’s Kitchen this Saturday night, Feb. 12.

It’s the Marquee Club’s final night as a Halifax cabaret, and it’ll probably be quite busy. If you want to avoid the upstairs lineup and cover charge, you can come in the back door and watch ATC for $5.

I personally guarantee that you will get more than your money’s worth in pure rock’n’roll entertainment value.

Who’s up for a Montréal Valentine’s Day road trip…

A/V has been offered a show in Montreal on Monday, Feb. 14 and I’d like to find a way to make it happen.

Hoping to find someone who can drive part of the way so I’m not all worn out before the show. Also looking for someone who can speak French in case my muffler falls off in St.-Louis-du-Ha!-Ha!, and it would help if you’re comfortable driving in Montreal. I’m not a very experienced driver and just driving in Halifax gives me the willies.

Leave Sunday Feb 13 — visit my folks in Saint John NB, spend the night
Feb 14 — off to Montreal

Return–oh I don’t know, the 15th or the 16th.

It would be cool if you could make the trip both ways. Gas money would be a help too. Mostly though, all I’m thinking about is getting there.

I’d be performing at a Montreal fashion show, so you could hang out with a bunch of the beautiful people.

Tonight at Stage Nine: Spinoza, Gilbert Switzer, The KNA. Come down to the club and get your Tuesday night rock on.

I have just learned that Spinoza is the name of a brand of fishing rod. This is just a hint of what my namesake rod is capable of:

“Shall we dance?”

I-CAN’T-WAIT-TO-MOVE

I’m bitchy today. I had put one of my roommates in charge of making sure we don’t run out of oil. Last night we ran out of oil.

I have a history of some pretty good times in this house in the last four or five years. I also have a good history of living with some sketchy little children. Yes I’m cranky right now. Anyway. I am cold and I need a shower.

Scoops called Gerry‘s place to make shower arrangements. He said, “I just had this flash for a second there where I thought, Okay I need to take a shower so I can get ready to go over to Gerry’s to take a shower.”

Just to be clear about the move to NB: I’ll probably still be back in Halifax every couple of weeks or so, so let’s not make too big a deal of it. Think about how many times you’ve seen me in the last two weeks. For most of you, the answer is probably somewhere between zero and one. You’ll see as much of me as you ever did.

I’d like to find somewhere to stay tonight since my house will be an ice-cave. I’ll put you on the guest list at the Seahorse. All you need to do is provide a warm couch. I’d be very grateful. Don’t try any funny stuff.

I declare this weekend to be Electro Winter Carnival in Halifax. Two nights of dance parties. I am celebrating 20 years of performing live electronic music with a couple of A/V shows.

That’s right, punks… with a Commodore VIC-20 and a Casio sampler, I was throwing down live PA while you were still swimming around in your father’s balls.

Friday night at the Seahorse (for the drunks):

Saturday evening at the Pavilion (for the kids):

TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS AND SHAKE ‘EM

I find myself in need of a cleaning cassette for my mini-DV camera, so I drive to the Halifax Shopping Centre. It’s the first time I’ve left the house all day.

My car waits alone in a corner of the nighttime parking lot.

I shut off my brain and wander around the mall as a purely sensory organism. A purchase is made. Hamburgers are eaten.

A member of the cleaning staff walks around the food court, wiping down the same 15 tables over and over. I watch her eyeballs rotate around in their sockets.

When she walks past my table, she avoids looking at me but her lips move and she mouths the word “hi.”