Category Archives: Music

Parlez-vous francais?

So, I’ve started my bilingual education at a bilingual school.

This is now stuck in my head forever. This and Gangnam Style.  Oh, frosh week.

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The Grammys & Twitter: Do I Laugh or Cry?

I’m sure you have seen by now the screenshots of the idiotic remarks on twitter last night. One batch was about girls, children, who tweeted crap like “Chris Brown is so hot I wish he’d beat me!” and other things they’re just too ignorant and immature to understand the offensiveness of. I’m not going to get into that, because that would be one hell of a blog post.

No,  I’m talking about this phenomenon of idiots who are resistant to Google, for whatever reason.
Apparently “just Google it” has turned into “just ask on twitter and wait for someone else to Google it for you.” Anyone who has ever been on Yahoo Answers will attest to this, as your physical urge to punch someone/something rises with every post read. Don’t ever go on Yahoo Answers. Just don’t.

Look at this.

I have nothing left to say. I bet they try and CTRL+F textbooks.

It’s not even a Paul McCartney-specific thing. How many times have you posted something like “Yeah I love this new song by the Sexy Tigercats*” and someone asks “whut r they a band”

*Fake band-name, aka my future girl group I dreamed up as a delusional child. I would advise against Googling that. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

For those of you who think like me, take note of http://lmgtfy.com/ and http://justfuckinggoogleit.com/, the most beautifully useful websites ever.

I will never understand this. Here is my totally lame cartoon that was funnier in my head (my graphic design-studying boyfriend left his adobe-[legitimately]-equipped-laptop at home, and I couldn’t resist). Missing are various Justin Beiber CDs, as I couldn’t put myself through drawing those on this trackpad.

Enjoy.

I can now use Illustrator, be warned.

Something New

If the 15 year old Michelle could see me now, she would probably want to jump into the future and slap me. I own a TNA parka for damn sake, who am I?

I took the faux fur off and I don't own Uggs, so I still have some of my dignity.

Her main issue would be that I’ve kind of fallen out of the music loop, well, maybe a little more than kind of. While spending the majority of my time in 10th grade waiting in line to be in the front row of small club concerts, I vowed that I would go to as many shows as possible once I turned 19. Oh, the beauty of Lee’s Palace and the Horseshoe Tavern. Classic Toronto destinations, almost always off-limits to the underage crowd, and I never had the balls to use my fake ID with downtown bouncers. They know their shit.

Well…haha…funny thing. The website/store I used to frequent for concert listings has turned into a foreign language. Who are these people? (If you’re looking for good quality vinyl in Toronto, check out Rotate This! It’s been a while, but I remember them being awesome.)

A late new years resolution may be in order:
In 2012, I will stop being so lame, go to more concerts, and listen to new music.

The latter is the most important, seeing as the last 100 songs I’ve put on my iPhone are just nostalgic joke songs for road trips (Okay, well, sometimes there are situations that just call for Ludacris. Sorry.)

In the mean time, while I weed through my old music and scour the internets (intended) for something new, I leave you with this.

I thought I was cool and discovered something new, but it looks like the million+ views on YouTube and 78k Facebook likes have beaten me to it. Aside from the fact that for some reason I just cannot remember the name of the song and constantly have to look it up on my phone, it’s a pretty great listen.

Enjoy.

Concerts and Disappointment

Last night, I attended a concert I’ve been looking forward to for a while. I got the tickets for my boyfriend’s birthday in September, and I’ve had the days booked off work for a few weeks.

This was my first standing-room-only concert at a small downtown bar in ages, and my very first 19+ one. In high school, you couldn’t keep me away from these places, but somehow, for some reason, I just stopped going. The only concerts I’ve attended in the last few years have been in seated, big, corporate venues that sell $20 beers. It was supposed to be kind of a “yeah I’m still awesome and I go out and stuff” kind of thing.

I was super-excited to post an awesome post about the band and include pictures and whatnot…

Things never go as planned, do they? First of all, for some reason, I didn’t take many pictures. I think I took two…on my iPhone.

I began the night thinking everything was going swimmingly. Instead of doing the whole high school thing where you line up at noon so you can stand at the front (and get your ribs crushed) just so you can be slightly closer to the lead singer, we left late. We got there as soon as the opening band started. Pretty good timing. I bought us both beers (this being an extension of the aforementioned birthday present, of course!) and we found a spot pretty close to the front.

As the night went on, we successfully fought back against the rage-inducing idiot girls with no spatial awareness, drunk middle-aged women who were too short to actually see (and insisted on bouncing around, trying to find a good spot), and the people who insist on getting pushing their way through the packed crowd to get them and their 9 friends beers every 20 minutes.

When the main band hit the stage, I had kind of started to go downhill. It was hot, stuffy, and those dumbass girls were beginning to get to me. Come to think of it, the last thing I’d eaten was hours ago…I hadn’t had anything to drink except for the beer…
And then I had to get out. That telltale ringing in my ears was starting. I pushed my way through disgruntled concert-watchers during a lull in the playing, and managed to make it to the washroom. I don’t know why I always run to the washroom, but aside from the concrete stoop outside and the floor, there was no where else to sit. I barely made it, thank god there wasn’t a line. It was one of those old-fashioned washrooms with lids on the toilet seat, thank god, so voila, instant fainting chair.

It was my blood sugar, again. I know these symptoms so well. Unfortunately, this happened in one of the worst locations. I was alone…in a disgusting stall in a dirty, stuffy club, trying not to pass out. I couldn’t get any water or anything to eat, nor could I lay on the cool floor. The last two times this happened when I wasn’t at home, I fainted. Both times were in labs in high school and university, the second time was thankfully on a hospital bed in the nursing lab. (I really couldn’t have chosen a better major for being prone to this).

I heard my favourite song of the band muffled through the walls while I was trying to stay conscious in the bathroom. After a few minutes, the question was: could I I get up or not? How horrible would it be to faint in the bathroom at a concert? Would people steal my stuff? How long would I be out before someone would get security? How would they find my boyfriend? Oh god, what if I land in a puddle of this unknown liquid on the ground?

I managed to get it together, get my coat on, and walk up the street to the pizza place.

The best part of the night was definitely getting in a fight afterwards about why I left the concert entirely. I don’t know, see above?

I have learned a few things: Never overestimate your seemingly young and healthy body. It will screw you over at the worst of times.
Never assume your loving friends and family will understand what it feels like to have a low blood sugar attack in a place like this. Clearly, that’s an overestimation.
Always sneak in lifesavers in your purse.
You are old now, don’t try anymore.

Disappointment is something I’m getting used to.

Anyway, here’s that picture:

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Feisty Friday: Song of the Day

Please forgive me for that title.

The Canadian indie folk rock goddess, Feist, has released a new album, Metals. Remember that iPod commercial with the “1, 2, 3, 4” song in the background? The one that you couldn’t get out of your head for weeks, and when you did you’d only be tormented again when the commercial played during Real World?

Yep, that one.

Leslie Feist is also part of the indie supergroup Broken Social Scene. At one point or another, this band has held the talents of both Emily Haines (Metric) and Amy Millan (Stars). Oddly enough, despite being loved by every music publication in the country, I haven’t found a song by them that I can even remember. Oh well, maybe it’s just me. If you have a favourite Broken Social Scene song, please share. Maybe I overlooked a good one.

Metals is a darker album than the previous, The Reminder. Sometimes you need a bouncy, sing-a-long for a road trip with your best friends. Sometimes you need a little bit of this instead.

Feist- The Bad in Each Other

If you liked this, listen to Comfort Me and Graveyard too. You’re welcome.