Okay, so they're not really secrets, but because there's nothing on TV, here are 10 things you may or may not know about me.
1) On top of being a huge music fan, I'm a musician. I play guitar, I write songs, and although I know I really shouldn't, I sing when no ones listening! For a loooong time now I've been working on recording some of my songs but I constantly scrap them without posting them anywhere because I'm embarressed of the vocal take.
2) I'm a vegetarian... And I feel weird talking about it. It's been years since I've eaten meat but you'll never catch me preaching about it because everyone is capable of making their own decisions. And this is mine. But please just don't ask me why. If you have to ask, then you'll never understand it.
3) I have a major confidence issue. I never believe in myself. I tell myself that everything will work out, but I never really believe it. In the end everything usually works out fine, but until I get to that point I could really drive myself crazy. This happens with everything big and small. I used to think I'd never be capable of straightening my own hair (1st work problems, I know) but one day I just did it and it was fine. I used to make it into and huge issue in my mind. "If I can't straighten my hair then I'll never be able to move out because I won't be able to leave the house if I have bed head!" Over-dramatic much? My current worries involve getting my driver's license and just my future in general.
4) People often assume I'm a big stoner because of the way I dress and the music I listen to, and that's a STUPID assumption! I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, I never have. Yes, I like to drink a little here and there, but that's as far as it's ever gone.
5) I'm the biggest homebody you'll ever meet. I'd rather be lying on the couch with my cat then hanging out with friends any day.
6) I can hold a grudge forever. I'm not saying this is a good thing, but once you give me a reason to hate you, I will cling on to that forever and start nit picking and soon I'll have come up with 4000 other things I can't stand about you. And without speaking a word, I'll make sure you know exactly what I think of you.
7) I'm a Simpsons fanatic. I constantly quote the episodes, and apply they situations to real life and make references. I know it's totally nerdy but I just can't help it. Everyone has that one thing that they're a total dork about. I can think of at least 5 things for myself, and this is one of them.
8) I have a physical bucket list. A hand written list of things I want to do before I die. The list is constantly growing, and I am working at crossing things off. A lot of the list items involve music- seeing a particular band live, reaching a certain goal with my music, etc.
9) I have 3 identical pairs of Levi's jeans. Exactly the same. And they're the only jeans I wear. They are Levi's 524 Too Super Low skinny jeans in indigo wash. They can only be bought in the States and I can tell which ones are the oldest/newest due to the amount of fade. I just can't wear any other jeans. #loser
10) My favourite colour is what I like to call "t-shirt grey". I guess it's technically called heather grey. You know- the medium grey with white specs? LOVE! "Ooooh grey isn't a colour!" SHUT. UP.
Showing posts with label Toronto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toronto. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I. Am. So. Excited.
So many new records are coming out in the next little while. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a total music geek and completely spazz out from happiness when I get news from my favourite bands. Even more important than new albums are the accompanying tours. Eeeeek!!!
Rise Against - Endgame
March 15
I love these guys. They're probably my favourite live band ever. They always put on such a phenomenal show. Some of my best summertime memories involve the Rise Against pit.
Foo Fighters - ???
April ???
Rise Against - Endgame
March 15
I love these guys. They're probably my favourite live band ever. They always put on such a phenomenal show. Some of my best summertime memories involve the Rise Against pit.
Foo Fighters - ???
April ???
There is no name or release date set for the new Foo Fighters album, but they have recorded one, and I can't wait. I do have a physical bucket list, and seeing the Foo Fighters live is absolutely on it.
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City And Colour
A) New record in the works, need I say more? Don't even get me started. Go here for updates. It's my new addiction. I check it at least five times a day. I'm a loser. I'll stop now.
B) 2008's Bring Me Your Love has finally been pressed on vinyl. It's definitely one of my fave 3 records of all time. Yes, I know that's a bold statement, but I just love it- and I love limited edition vinyl. My order has been placed for the limited edition white and red swirled variant for 2 months now. Here's to hoping it will be here before the weekend.
Juno Awards
I'm a huge CanRock fan. Canadian rock. Canadian music all together, actually. Every year I sit on the couch with a bunch of snacks and watch the Juno Awards from start to finish. I've always said that when it finally comes to Toronto, I will be there no matter what the price. But now it is on its way, and I'm disappointed. I couldn't give two shits about any of the performers, all the years best records were left out of the nominations, and details about the Juno Week events are few and far between. There's no way in hell I'm paying over $200 to see Hedley. Fuck that. I saw them open for Simple Plan when I was 12. It was painful then, and they've only gotten worse. Depending on who is announced to be part of the Songwriters Circle at Massey Hall, I may or may not attend. I'm not up for shelling out $55+ to see Johnny Reid host some bullshit. But still, I will watch the awards. I can't not.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
What A Dud
...and a disappointment at that. On friday, I was suppose to be playing my first real show. By real, I mean more than playing a cover at my high school's coffee house last year. The fact that I was on at midnight didn't help either. All of my friends who were suppose to come backed out due to work/school/whatever on saturday morning. Yes, some of my loser friends actually have school on saturdays. I was really disappointed. Nobody made an effort on my birthday (blog to come) and while I know 12 is late, especially all the way downtown, I was just really upset. On top of that I was concerned that I wouldn't be asked to play any more shows after selling only two tickets. I was asked to aim for 30. I got to the venue and was told "There's a good amount of people in there." I swallowed hard. I'd been losing sleep over this day. Not eating, having panic attacks, hot and cold flashes. It was a big deal to me. But I just needed to break the ice and then I'd look forward to playing many more gigs in the near future. I walked up the flight of stairs and into the room where the stage was. I had to be there an hour and a half before my set time.
I anticipated going to chill back stage, maybe have a beer. Just calm down. I was told to lean my guitar against the wall and go watch the show. I walked in to find the venue, which probably could have held 1000 people, with MAYBE 60-70 people lingering around. MAYBE. There was no reason for me to be there early. There was no backstage, no soundcheck, no sign in, nothing.
The band that was on when I got there was The Light Division. They are a signed band that the promoter Supernova brings out to show "Look what we can do for you." I didn't realize this at first, but I did realize that they really had their shit together and the instant I walked into the room I felt out of my element and ready to cry. The crowd was small, but the stage, the lights, the venue... "This is all bigger than me".
The bands that went up after them where terrible. Every single one of them. They were kids, like me, and although my ears started to bleed, at one band in particular, I felt much more at ease.
By the time 12:15 rolled around there were 30-40 people there. I got up on stage, banged out my set one out of tune song and lame joke after the other, jumped off the stage and went home. I had to be at work for 9am saturday morning. The dumbasses at Supernova forgot to collect the money from me so I gave my friend his $10 back. The whole thing was pointless. I played to a bigger, more responsive crowd in my high school cafeteria last year, and this did nothing for me in terms of preping me for real shows. This wasn't a real show. It wasn't worth the stress, or panic, or loss of sleep and calories. It wasn't worth the gas wasted on going down to fucking Queen St. It wasn't worth the disappointment and upset I felt towards my friends who bailed. And it certainly wasn't worth getting 4.5 hours of sleep before working a whole shift the next day.
If Supernova did call me back and ask me to play another show, I'd say no. It's not worth my time/effort. Nothing was accomplished from it. In fact, it was totally pointless.
To all those kids who want nothing more than to play music, and can't get into a bar yet, Supernova isn't the way to go about it. Don't waste your time.
I anticipated going to chill back stage, maybe have a beer. Just calm down. I was told to lean my guitar against the wall and go watch the show. I walked in to find the venue, which probably could have held 1000 people, with MAYBE 60-70 people lingering around. MAYBE. There was no reason for me to be there early. There was no backstage, no soundcheck, no sign in, nothing.
The band that was on when I got there was The Light Division. They are a signed band that the promoter Supernova brings out to show "Look what we can do for you." I didn't realize this at first, but I did realize that they really had their shit together and the instant I walked into the room I felt out of my element and ready to cry. The crowd was small, but the stage, the lights, the venue... "This is all bigger than me".
The bands that went up after them where terrible. Every single one of them. They were kids, like me, and although my ears started to bleed, at one band in particular, I felt much more at ease.
By the time 12:15 rolled around there were 30-40 people there. I got up on stage, banged out my set one out of tune song and lame joke after the other, jumped off the stage and went home. I had to be at work for 9am saturday morning. The dumbasses at Supernova forgot to collect the money from me so I gave my friend his $10 back. The whole thing was pointless. I played to a bigger, more responsive crowd in my high school cafeteria last year, and this did nothing for me in terms of preping me for real shows. This wasn't a real show. It wasn't worth the stress, or panic, or loss of sleep and calories. It wasn't worth the gas wasted on going down to fucking Queen St. It wasn't worth the disappointment and upset I felt towards my friends who bailed. And it certainly wasn't worth getting 4.5 hours of sleep before working a whole shift the next day.
If Supernova did call me back and ask me to play another show, I'd say no. It's not worth my time/effort. Nothing was accomplished from it. In fact, it was totally pointless.
To all those kids who want nothing more than to play music, and can't get into a bar yet, Supernova isn't the way to go about it. Don't waste your time.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
"Yesterday was the worst day ever, and tomorrow won't be better..."
Or at least that's how I felt when I woke up Friday morning. I have this habit of not taking things seriously when I should, but then getting SO stressed out about small unimportant things, that I lose sleep.
Thursday, I took the day off work because I had to go downtown to attend a meeting about my upcoming gig. If I didn't go to the meeting, I couldn't play, it's that simple. The meeting was called for 6 PM and was only suppose to last around half an hour. I had a guitar lesson to teach from 3:30 - 4:30, and I knew that I'd be cutting it close, but at 4:30, I took off and ran out to Yonge Street to catch the bus.
Long story short, I got stuck in rush hour traffic and at 6:10 had just made it to Queen and Yonge. There was a bunch of construction and I admittedly underestimated how far down the road Douvercourt was. At 6:30 I was still a solid 15 minutes away from the venue and that's when I got a call from the promoter. I explained the situation and although I had missed the meeting, one of the staff members waited for me to give me the paper work and tickets. When I finally got there it was a quarter to 7 and I was beyond stressed and aggravated. I got all the flyers and tickets and everything else which took about a minute and I was sent on my way. 2.5 hours of travelling in each direction for that. Needless to say, I was pissed. Why couldn't they just mail it all to me. Ugh.
So it's now 7:00 and getting dark, and I'm standing alone on the sketchy corner of Queen and Douvercourt waiting for a streetcar/bus/anything that will help me get home, when some big Persian gangster guy whistles at me. I turn to look at him. He winks, throw a gang hand sign, and blows a kiss at me. At this point, I nearly shat myself in fear.
9:30 and I'm finally home, eating dinner and panicking that I have to be at work at 9:15 AM. Of course everything worked out just fine, but I really need to stop sweating the small stuff.
"Hey suburbia, hey suburbia, hey suburbia, we're in love with you."
Thursday, I took the day off work because I had to go downtown to attend a meeting about my upcoming gig. If I didn't go to the meeting, I couldn't play, it's that simple. The meeting was called for 6 PM and was only suppose to last around half an hour. I had a guitar lesson to teach from 3:30 - 4:30, and I knew that I'd be cutting it close, but at 4:30, I took off and ran out to Yonge Street to catch the bus.
Long story short, I got stuck in rush hour traffic and at 6:10 had just made it to Queen and Yonge. There was a bunch of construction and I admittedly underestimated how far down the road Douvercourt was. At 6:30 I was still a solid 15 minutes away from the venue and that's when I got a call from the promoter. I explained the situation and although I had missed the meeting, one of the staff members waited for me to give me the paper work and tickets. When I finally got there it was a quarter to 7 and I was beyond stressed and aggravated. I got all the flyers and tickets and everything else which took about a minute and I was sent on my way. 2.5 hours of travelling in each direction for that. Needless to say, I was pissed. Why couldn't they just mail it all to me. Ugh.
So it's now 7:00 and getting dark, and I'm standing alone on the sketchy corner of Queen and Douvercourt waiting for a streetcar/bus/anything that will help me get home, when some big Persian gangster guy whistles at me. I turn to look at him. He winks, throw a gang hand sign, and blows a kiss at me. At this point, I nearly shat myself in fear.
9:30 and I'm finally home, eating dinner and panicking that I have to be at work at 9:15 AM. Of course everything worked out just fine, but I really need to stop sweating the small stuff.
"Hey suburbia, hey suburbia, hey suburbia, we're in love with you."
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