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

October 5th, 2009

Someone want to take Manhattan with me? After that we can hit up Berlin.

October 5th, 2009

The Song Will Be Mine

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).

Leonard Cohen — A Singer Must Die

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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.

Clann Zú — One Bedroom Apartment

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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.

Muse — Map of the Problematique

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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.

Clann Zú — Words For Snow

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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.

Magneta Lane — Wild Gardens

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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.

Magneta Lane

Star Fucking Hipsters — Until We're Dead

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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.

No Motiv — Empty

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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 why

so I’ll keep ask­ing
do you like what you see?
because this is all of me
so here I wait for you

Leonard Cohen — Take This Waltz

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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.

October 3rd, 2009

Watching Louis C.K. at home since I missed him at the NAC yes­ter­day. And I’m dying. Dying.

October 3rd, 2009

Just spent the night with some­one who doesn’t have a com­puter. Didn’t want to tell her that I have four.

October 3rd, 2009

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.

October 2nd, 2009

At the Rachel Beausoleil CD launch party! Can’t wait to hear her new material.

October 2nd, 2009

Protip: when tak­ing pho­tos of a con­cert, make friends with the light tech­ni­cian and he’ll make the lights brighter for you.

October 2nd, 2009

The smell of diesel down­town always reminds me of Hong Kong.

October 2nd, 2009

Natalie MacLean — Why Subscribe?

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.

October 2nd, 2009

Wearing my biggest goodie, aka monk robes, today.

October 1st, 2009

Hide And Seek

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.