Dan Deacon with Jimmy Roche. It. Was. Great. a complete Joy overload , it took all of 30 seconds to hit 9 cupcakes on the three cupcake scale. I wasn't drunk at all, there was a cool girl tyler knows there. It was great but maybe not transcedant. Dan Deacon is amazing but he does not violate the Newtons laws of energy conservation, hence the amount of joy you get from his music is directly proportionate to the amount of energy you put in. Jimmy Roche does something called the ultimate reality, which is every great Arnold Schwarcheneger movie into one, awesomely narrated by drums and a guy with an afro. Dan Deacon made us do what amounts to group trust excersices and we spent the whole night on the stage, he was on the floor. There was a dance off, a living tunnel, sing alongs and lot's of dancing.
more things of great awesomeness.
half lion/half shark/half t-shirt
rotoscoped?
I'm not sure. Probably. It looks fantastic either way.
Tonight is Dan Deacon, I'm ubered.
This is my favourite song of 2007, found a few hundred hours late.
update* holy shit that's It's Jason Schwartzman! and it was featured in the o.c! ok whatever I still love it.*
new years part 2.
Kat rented us a wicked condo in Downtown Victoria. I expected highrises. Victoria is itty bitty, it turns out. Victoria feels like Vancouver's tag along little brother, and you have to let him play city with us otherwise he'll cry. It's also full of hippies, but I had fun anyways, and pretended it was dawn of the dead(slow zombie version). Everyone is nice. There's lot's of cool stores. I was intoxicated the entire trip. It was great. There's only one 24 hour place in all of downtown, a pool hall/coffee bar/reading bar, it is perfect in most ways, and I advise you to check it out if you are bored there. (ps you will be kind of bored there)
I got there on the second day, we started drinking and decided to do a photoshoot in the bathtub like we were the kings and queens of wasted spontaneity.
I totally love this these two pictures.
it was entirely as gay as it looks.
hear no evil, munch no evil, do not talk to evil on the phone.
Film!
the end.
seeing the light
yesterday was the second sunday I have had off in 4 years, and it was glorious. I went to breakfast with the people, went home for hamburgers with my family, downtown to do modeling shots with aidan, then to sunday service with people. today was even better ,maybe even the best day ever as far as everything just falling into place the way I wanted it too. maybe not the most fun day ever, but the best I have felt about myself in a long time. And too top it all off, I have found my calling.
editors note: people seem to be confused by this post. Allow me to clarify, I want to be a professional photographer of pretty girls for fashion magazines and things of that sort. Sarah is not my calling. She is awfully pretty though.
my favourire show ever.
it's the best show ever, but don't watch this if you think you will ever have any interest in watching the first four seasons. Keep in mind there are about 25 major characters that are not mentioned at all in this summary.
nobody to kiss.
On new years , I was supposed to be in Victoria with my bike gang, but illness left me unable to travel and too unpleasant for smooching. I was able to attend this mostly because I slept through 90% of the preceding day. And Court taught me how to make delicious steak, which was delicious with asparagus.
This is story of my new years, in pictures. It was at Gary's, who lives here again, which is fantastic. I didn't see rock band, but that was a big part of the night, and I played blokus with Fiona and Scott and Court after everyone went home ,and that was great. It's the german-est game ever.
I was like, a half second too late on this one. grrr.
At this point I was too drunk, and stopped using the viewfinder.
I had a pretty bad case of the Christmas lonely's this year. I don't usually feel that bad about being single, but sometimes it gets to me. This year that happened. I feel it the hardest when I listen to the new Feist album, which sounds like the way a girls head feels resting on your shoulder when you dance slowly. It sounds like sunday afternoon waffles in a tank top and panties. That might sound a bit desperate , but screw you guys, I have the christmas lonely's there's no cure in sight.
i know what funny is
earlier I was going to make a joke about severed baby hands and I changed it to charred baby skulls at the last minute and it fell completely flat. therefore;
-you should always follow your instincts
and
-a bag full of severed baby hands = pure comedy gold
heroin chic
sometimes I wonder why some popular music acts are popular. Nirvana is one of them. Nirvana was a pretty good band, but there are a lot of better rock bands from the era. Watching this clip helps to explain the cult of personality that has arisen around Kurt Cobain. Music like this requires a certain mood not just to be appreciated but even to tolerate. Seeing this, I think I understand how he became the spokesjunkie of a generation to the disaffected youth that seemed to omnipresent in the early 90's. In fact, I don't just understand, I fall for it. It's sexy. The complete don't-give-a-fuck-ness of the band's attitude is infectious and liberating, it somehow seems to force you to agree with their worldview instantly and enjoy the rocking. it's effortless cool, and that's why they were hugely popular and others weren't.
what are you talking about, these are completely money.
in other news, I am still in a band with myself, and I am still in Greg's band.
We saw Juno the other day, it was great. I have things to say regarding open-mindedness and art, but it's late and I am trying to get more sleep.
wait this isn't like WHAD at all, this is as much like whad as charred baby skulls are like legal tender...the new japanther single makes my penis feel like a teenagers penis again...
that's a horrible title for a great e.p I plan to make someday...-I bought the new radiohead album today, it was delicious..."drop out" by times new viking is the best song I've heard for the first time in the last five minutes since the last one...people are less cool than they think, except me cause of all the pushups I do ...apples are delicious...usually...
comedy is not sexy/ I am a sad nerd
I used to get blowjobs like, ALL THE TIME and now I really sincerely care that spiderman 3 was such a shitty movie. wtf.
turn the sound off on this one. it just looks pretty cool, compositionally . play it with some six organs of admittence overtop and it becomes extra special.
rolling stone was only good for one thing
and that was WHAD and if write anymore here it will be more like that....
this guy is brilliant.
he's a fucking genuis.
we bought a ps3, so far all it's making me do is hate linux and miss movie theatres.
ps3's media streaming options are the tits though.
too drunk to use the viewfinder
This was Courtenay's birthday. I didn't really start taking pictures until I was pretty smashed, I think it shows. I was shooting from the hip pretty much all night. Court did a pretty good Kate Moss impression though, and Aidan shot stars out of her eyes.
