BEHERIT

TOP GUN

"the boys" are playing in vancouver on september 19th! i've got my tickets, but i can't decide on my outfit...

IN CRUST WE TRUST, IN THRASH WE GET TRASHED

went to a show on friday off an alley in chinatown to see local d-beat heart throbs fear of tomorrow and texas skate punk longhairs a.n.s., both of which successfully shredded my mind.
really only two of the dudes in a.n.s. had long hair. i guess me calling them "longhairs" is just as lazy and obnoxious as some fuckbrain calling us "beirdos".
so, i'm sorry and i take it back.
my favorite part of the night was hanging out in this massive smoke-filled garage (no ins and outs) piled high with bikes locked to every conceivable area, when all of a sudden somebody "accidentally" pushes a button and the big door starts going up, people start losing their shit, screaming "the bikes! THE BIKES!" and scrambling around frantically while for (seriously) five fucking minutes straight the door would stop, go down a bit, stop, start going back up... fucking amazing. i felt kind of bad, but i was literally sobbing with laughter.
no bikes were harmed.
a.n.s. are on a huge tour right now, check their myspace for dates and venues

www.myspace.com/ans



go see them if you like having your face torn off and then skated on.
go see them if this is your favorite black flag album:



when i was in grade 7 or 8 the only place to buy music in kelowna was at the mall and they weren't likely to have anything more obscure than inxs. so i used to make lists of tapes for my dad to look for on his frequent trips to vancouver and sometimes he would come back with something. i would give him a big list with things like minor threat, the misfits, bauhaus... pretty much any band i found out about from the back of thrasher magazine. i'll never forget the day he handed me slip it in. did he just not really look at it? was it funny to him? in any case, he bought me the tape and the rest is history. i like to imagine my dad going up to the till at whatever record store in a suit and tie and buying a black flag tape. was the dude working there stoked? confused?
these things we will never know...



how cute is kira roessler?

WHY DON'T YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OTHER PEOPLE'S REFRIGERATORS!

I'M MAKING MY LUNCH!

PONTYPOOL

i've never been a huge fan of bruce mcdonald's films, i've never even seen hard core logo, but i would highly recommend this movie to anyone with even a passing interest in the horror genre. i don't want to give anything away, as the movie is more effective the less you know. all i can say is that i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since i watched it.
the latest in the long tradition of great canadian made horror films, such as:



perhaps the greatest movie of all time.

HARD FEELINGS

vancouver's dreamiest punk trio hard feelings is heading out on their western canadian tour tonight! they should be rolling through your town soon, be sure to check them out on myspace for dates and venues...

www.myspace.com/toothextratction



mama mia, it's-a so good-a!

and while we're at it...



"some people's love isn't strong enough"

THE JAMZ:








gary. fucking. busey.

DOUBTS

"scriptural supplies" by duffy and the doubters coming soon(ish)!
i have my doubts...

YOU'VE GOT THE SPIRIT, DON'T LOSE THE FEELING

McLOBSTER

as a great lover of food (no shit), especially seafood, i find it somewhat embarrassing that in my 31 years of eating i have yet to ingest a lobster. i did however recently eat a mclobster. for breakfast, immediately after barfing behind a dumpster. it was suprisingly not horrible.
we were just out in sackville, new brunswick (the home of canada's other songbird, julie doiron, as well as canada's songbeaver, shotgun jimmie) for the 4th annual sappyfest. it was basically canadian indie rock summer camp, but drunker. at least i was.
really? ladyhawk got drunk? that doesn't sound like them...
really.
i can only partially blame the total abortion that was our set on the booze. i blame the rest on hash. oh well, it was fun. i guess you could call it a funbortion. and people seemed stoked, as stoked as you can be watching a fat, sweaty dude stumbling around a stage forgetting how to play the guitar. in any case, i was stoked. it's always kinda cool to look down after a song or two and see blood dripping off my finger. just like the good old days...

here's some of the shit that did it for me at sappyfest 2009:

-eric's trip. face-rippingly awesome. i don't feel so bummed anymore about missing their show in kelowna in 1993, because their set was basically a wormhole back in time to then. they seriously look and sound EXACTLY the same. only better(?).



-castlemusic. jennifer castle is easily one of the best songwriters around. weird guitar playing, beautiful singing. her newish baby is named sonny and he's maybe the coolest dude i met all weekend.



-b.a. johnston's chili dogs with peameal bacon. what's cooler than selling hot dogs outside of the show you're playing? why does peameal bacon only exist east of manitoba?



-woolly leaves. will kidman of the constantines doing his own fractured and fragile songs with awkward grace and car crash virtuosity.

-calvin johnson. it was really interesting to see calvin perform to 2 completely different crowds in the space of a couple weeks. when i saw him at what the heck fest in anacortes the crowd was dead silent, stroking their chins in respectful appreciation. at sappy, people were laughing their asses off. he's fucking funny! and that dude dances like a crazy person.

-destroyer. imagine sitting in a bar with jesus drinking whiskey, then walking with him to the church where he picks up his guitar and barfs all over the first 3 pews. only better.



-sunday night. it's almost a complete blank.
the guys from the constantines did a secret horsey craze set featuring us and members of $100. my only vague memory is making out with paul mortimer from $100 on stage.
that's love, baby.
apparently we played "come on baby let's go downtown" twice. talk about the ultimate self-indulgent champagne jam.
i have even foggier memories of a campfire. possibly barfing. all things considered, i think i kept it relatively tidy, i didn't have that feeling of lurking dread and unknown shame the next morning. pretty sure my clothes stayed on.



anyway,
funnest. weekend. ever.