Goran started knocking down walls in his house. We all rejoiced, yea, verily and merrily. And then, lo - magically - born of post-litigation, pre-barbecue madness - a jam happened.
A quaint Prince Arthur Street tourist trap turns into an embarrassing semi-public moment, and getting PWNED by a hot waitress - all for a few pesos more on the tip.
Feel like hanging out in a warehouse full of 8 million consoles all playing Guitar Hero? Me neither. Okay, maybe a little bit.
Despite its lack of creativity, crap loot bags and four dollar yogurt, Arcadia is still a fairly well-organised mega-event and cool activity.
What do football moms and live experimental electronic music have in common? They can both be hot and loud in a minivan. But don’t take our word for it - download this magical journey of jamtronic hotness and turn up the heat during halftime.
Sympatico farms out a good portion of its tech support from Montreal to India and according to this extremely scientific rant, three out of four techs are difficult to comprehend.
Rob, Goran and I have been jamming more often as of late, getting back into a regular routine, gaining momentum as we explore the possibilities of experimental, live electro-acoustic hybridized improvisations. As the rust comes off, there’s some pretty cool stuff underneath.
When we arrived at the studio, eager to say hi, we offered our hands in customary greeting. Why did people turn away? Why did they run? Did our alcohol chaser not mask our grease-laden shame?
What does a young rock star, stuck in Backwoods Buttream New Brunswick do when he has no phone and no wheels? Pimps the wifi connection and blogs on his Mom’s iTouch of course
The less I practise, the better I get.
