YOU WERE IN THE CORNER DOING BACKFLIPS, I SAW SWEAT ON THE WHEELCHAIR GRIPS

here's the trailer for the upcoming silkworm documentary again.
and yes, they were that epic and amazing.

WE BE JAMMIN'

well, here we are, just jamming out hard in the studio with our main guy colin "steady pimpin" stewart (above, right), laying down some new tracks for all y'alls in anticipation of the early march release of our brand new album.
at this very moment, big ryan peters is throwing down some heavy riffage for a song he wrote that i sing on. sounds good ry!
moments ago, burquitlam native and overall virtuouso nick krgovich (of p:ano, gigi, and no kids fame) was here laying on some icy synth soundscapes on a track that darcy wrote. if you have never heard of nick or his music you should wake the fuck up now. the gigi album may be the single most slept on album of all time. why has nobody put this out?
labels are weird...
check out his myspace pages:

(this image came up when i searched "no kids". disturbing, no?)
http://www.myspace.com/nokidsband


http://www.myspace.com/gigitheband

p:ano was one of the best vancouver bands ever, they have 4 albums you need to own right now.


nick is an actual musical genius, he writes millions of songs and all of them are pretty fucking cool. and he's totally evil! (just kidding. sort of...)

anyway, here's some cool videos and junk i was just jamming on because i'm bored and there's a computer in my lap.











and so on...

HORROR

FRIDAY NIGHT IS SACRED, IT'S NOT TIME TO BE WASTED, THEY'VE GOT DOOM ON CALL, YOU KNOW, FRIDAY THEY CAN'T USE IT

i have been drunk in you.




and so on...

friday nights at the astoria can be dangerous.
let me just say it's great to have the old girl back, letting the booze flow cheaply into the night, barfing drunks back out onto the pavement. i can safely say i've been drunker at the astoria more often than any other place on this earth. i remember the old days when thursday nights were invariably kareoke at pat's pub followed by the ooze down the road to the astoria where rudy, angel to drunks, would hammer you down with gin and tonics without the tonic. i can no longer drink gin, just one of those things... the long walk home was usually a path of destruction and senseless wastoid vandalism. those were the days. as a matter of fact, the song drunk eyes on our first album is about stumbling home from the astoria and the girl who would come along with me. and now we're happily married (just kidding).
anyway, the bar is finally back up and running after being closed for what felt like an eternity. thank god.
i was there last friday to watch sports (the band, not the activity) which features ladyhawk's own dreamboat captains ryan peters and darcy hancock on guitars as well as the high admiral of dreaminess danny marshall on drums. they straight up rule. ryan, who wails on the drums in our band, also happens to be a completely shredding guitarist and songwriter! who knew? actually, i did. he used to be in one of the best bands ever back in high school called alpha bmx, who sounded kind of like the steve miller band... ON ACID! more like: on acne. johnny wakeham and featherwolf played next, featuring ladyhawk's resident dungeon master sean hawryluk on bass, they jammed out hard and came correct.
the icing on the jam-cake was small fame (originally called dad music, which is apt AND amazing), the new project of bend sinister's dan moxon. dan is a talented fucker. he can whistle like nobody's business, just like you hear random old men doing, with vibrato and little fancy flourishes and stuff. amazing.
they're pretty fucking cool, check it out:

that's my roomie jake on the left.
anyway, the night ended suitably sloppy for me with a party at small fame drummer dana's place and a beautiful girl doing body shots of corona and chewing gum out of my belly button. it's a full ounce.
god bless the astoria!