At Aaron’s, helping him set up his home theatre system. And also trying to get Ryan to give me a Cheerie.

At Aaron’s, helping him set up his home theatre system. And also trying to get Ryan to give me a Cheerie.
Someone want to take Manhattan with me? After that we can hit up Berlin.
For a while now, I’ve had a cycle of favourite songs, but none of them have lasted very long. The “favourite” slot is only a temporary position, which should really be called “song-of-the-moment”. I realized I started doing this because none of my music is sacred anymore — every time I hear an old favourite, there’s a memory that’s associated with it — so I’ve been looking for new favourite materials, trying to find new material that’ll be mine.
Here are the last eight, in order from least to most recent (going back a few months).
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When I first heard this song, I didn’t know what it was about, but the words drew me in. Cohen paints this striking image of a singer in a courtroom, set to melancholy and minimalistic acoustic guitar.
Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine,
I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.
And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice,
a singer must die for the lie in his voice.And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty,
you keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty.
Your vision is right, my vision is wrong,
I’m sorry for smudging the air with my song.
I later discovered that Cohen wrote it about all artists eventually selling out (the lie in his voice), and this idea that women are turned on by a singer being martyred for it. I love this idea, because I’m always caught between trying to retain my artistic integrity, and at the same time trying to appeal to the masses to make money so I can continue being an artist and have better tools that would help me express myself.
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Declan de Barra wrote this about his fiancee of five years leaving him. It’s filled with the most intensely personal lyrics, combined with moments of distortion and starkness. In an interview, he once said that this song defines the album, Black Coats and Bandages, and he had to write parts of it in the third person because otherwise it’s just too emotional if he sang it purely from the first person. The most common line in the song, repeated quietly as the piano rolls on, is “I will never love again”. I almost wrote an entire entry dedicated to this song, because I was identifying with the lyrics so much at that moment. I read a comment once on this song that said, “The goal in life is to never be able to relate to this song”. I agree.
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My favourite song off Black Holes and Revelations. I only like it because it moves so well. That’s pretty much it. There’s a breakdown of guitar at the 1:48 mark that gets me every time.
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The first song off Clann Zú’s first album completely raises the bar on anything else they ever did. I just listen for the last half of the song. It builds and it builds with the snare drum, then the music recedes, until all you can hear is Declan de Barra speaking in his thick Irish accent, right into a smattering of STRINGS and BASS and Declan screaming “AND HE CRIED OUT FOR CHRIST’S SAKE HELP ME, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE GET ME OUT OF HERE, GOD OF ALL SICK THINGS GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” and then quarter note rests into fucking strings times two and god I just came in my pants.
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Okay, it should really be something like five songs on this list by Magneta Lane, because of their two fantastic albums, but the one that started it all was Wild Gardens (it has a cute video too). This song makes me think of sunny days, and green, and parties under foliage. I especially like it when Lexi Valentine says, “Now darling she can’t keep on waiting/Till you give a fuck that she’s fading”. I’m still saving enough money for three engagement rings so I can propose to this band.
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This punk rock power-group, lead by Stza as his side-project from Leftöver Crack, is still characterized by the calm before (and after) the storm; in this case, gentle piano that bookends the catchy melodies and power riffs. Until We’re Dead adds the cute female vocals of Nico de Gaillo, which gives their sound a nice bit of contrast against Stza’s raspy voice.
Okay, so this song was only top for two days, but it remains in my top ten, and I still play it when I need that extra boost of energy. Works especially well as the first song when leaving the house.
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I finally found a copy of No Motiv’s album, And The Sadness Prevails. I first gave this song a really good listen when I was delivering cases for work, which means I was soaking up the sun on the highway, which is exactly how I’ve ever heard every other No Motiv album. So, there’s always this perpetual image of summer that I associate with them. This is probably tied as the best song on the album, purely for the hook and the lyrics in said hook:
Eventually I’ll be left here feeling empty again
I’m still so confused about the part where you said
That you’re in my way
There is no one that can give me inspiration like you
And I’m still wondering whyso I’ll keep asking
do you like what you see?
because this is all of me
so here I wait for you
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And this brings me back to right now. I’m pretty much obsessed with this song, an English language version of the Spanish poem Pequeño vals vienés. It’s so unlike any other Cohen song before it. I like the idea of giving a song to someone, which I naturally related to. This also official marks the transition of his instruments to synthesizers, a transition I was dreading, but survived with an acquired taste.
He’s doing his being caught masterbating bit. And I’m pressed up against Bronwen so I can feel her laughing.
Watching Louis C.K. at home since I missed him at the NAC yesterday. And I’m dying. Dying.
Just spent the night with someone who doesn’t have a computer. Didn’t want to tell her that I have four.
Holy crap, Louis C.K. is on the main house tonight. That’s why the parking is so crazy. Wish I could see both performances.
At the Rachel Beausoleil CD launch party! Can’t wait to hear her new material.
Protip: when taking photos of a concert, make friends with the light technician and he’ll make the lights brighter for you.
The smell of diesel downtown always reminds me of Hong Kong.
Natalie MacLean — award-winning wine writer, speaker, judge, and author of the book “Red, White and Drunk All Over: A Wine-Soaked Journey from Grape to Glass” — commissioned me to make a video to sell subscriptions to her wine newsletter.
This was really fun to do, as Natalie is very funny, pleasant, and natural, both in person and in front of the camera.
Shot with a Canon Vixia HF100, and edited in Final Cut Pro. Soundtrack Pro was used for audio editing, and Magic Bullet used for filters.
I can tell how cold it is outside by how insistent Dolly is on sleeping in the covers with me. Makes me want to leave the heat off longer.
Wearing my biggest goodie, aka monk robes, today.
Sometimes, when certain songs come on, a tinge of jealousy will strike me.
I’ve been known to be very possessive about my music, because songs often mark my memories and experiences. These melodies I keep to myself mean much me, and I don’t share them with just anyone. A person has to be special before I let them hear it. They have to be able to appreciate the music. They have to deserve it.
I gave her my Eva Cassidy, Blonde Redhead, Vincent Gallo, Sia, Hooverphonic, Postal Service, Iron and Wine, Knife, Mars Volta, Shane Watt, and Scott Matthew. I let her in, I shared with her so many chords that stir up emotion in me, I rendered myself vulnerable, and now I can’t listen to some of them without thinking of her. It seems unfair that I gave her so much, that I sacrificed things I hold so dear and sacred in my heart, with nothing to show for it.
But when I hear Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap, I start believing that I’ve come out ahead.
One night, we sat in silence as she showed me this haunting video, and it moves me now as much as it did when I first heard Imogen’s ethereal voice filling my head with layers upon layers of haunting harmonies. Ironically enough, it’s been helping me through this period, because I feel like I’m not the only one who was starting to get comfortable, letting the dust settle, only to have everything change, and to discover circular indentations in the carpet where the furniture used to sit, the sun-bleached discolouration on the walls outlining places where pretty pictures once hung.
This song has made up for everything, not only because it brings comfort and company to me now, but because it reminds me that everything I did was worth it too.