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 ???

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.

Click here for goodies.

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.

"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."