Why I don't understand the law...

Umm, could someone explain to me why this is illegal?

Great Lake Swimmers!

I went to see the Great Lake Swimmers last Saturday at Richards on Richards as part of a triple bill along with Basia Bulat and Final Fantasy. I hadn't heard Basia Bulat before, though was impressed, particularly by her voice. Final Fantasy, the headliner, I had heard before, was somewhat interested in seeing and quite enjoyed his live performance, which in turn should make me listen to him more. But the reason I went to the show was the Great Lake Swimmers, Tony Dekker really, who is the driving force behind the band. Okay, he is the band. I first heard him/them on CBC radio 3 earlier this year. Since then he/they have been my new favourite band and his/their 3 albums have been in near constant rotation for me, often each one getting multiple plays daily, though every now and then I'll fixate on a song and just listen to that over and over. It's beautiful, sparse, heart-wrenching music that strikes a whole lot of chords with me, among other reasons for its inherent melancholy. What can I say, I like my music to hurt a little bit. Anyhow, Great Lake Swimmers was who I was there to see and I was not disappointed. Actually, I was disappointed with all of the inconsiderate assholes that were talking throughout the show and the piss-poor sound mix, but I wasn't going to let those things get in the way of me enjoying the concert. And they did not. I loved it, I wanted him to play every song from every album, perhaps repeating my favourites a time or two. There wasn't too much innovative about the live performance but it was exactly what I wanted: live versions of songs I love and have listened to over and over. I guess I just wanted to see the man play and sing them. I don't know much about him, beyond what is in his music, but watching him perform I got the sense that he is a very intelligent yet painfully shy man. Enough so that I wanted to give him a hug and tell him that everything would be alright. I didn't though, because I didn't actually see him up close, but more importantly because I'd be afraid if too many people did that, he'd stop writing such heartbreaking songs. And I wouldn't want that.

Pizza of the Day

Today's pizza, my first in a while, has zucchini, red peppers, onions, mushrooms, and gouda and brie cheeses. I should have put the brie on later, as it turned into little puddles of liquid. Still tasty though...

While we're on the subject of pizza, the pizza contest will be ending soon. The entries thus far are undergoing a very stringent and rigorous testing process, and a winner will be announced before too long, but any entries I deem acceptable and worthwhile will still be admitted. Oh yeah, whoever it was that entered a pizza anonymously (no, not you Sparky)...I still don't know who you are.

It's Raining Again...

It's that time of year again...where every second blog entry is me bitching about the rain. But this year, I'm going to try something new, something different. I'm going to try to not let it get me down, to not let it force me into hibernation mode, to actually get out in the rain and, you know, do stuff. And I might even get myself some decent rain gear. Perhaps even an umbrella. Please note that I said I'm going to "try" those things...meaning the whole endeavour could go balls up. Think of it as a work in progress. And while I'm trying to change my attitude, I still expect to struggle with bouts of SAD. And I will no doubt occasionally feel the need to open the door to my balcony, look outside, somewhat annoyed, and let out a hearty "Fuck you, rain!" Does talking to the elements constitute crazy?