one of those things

remember when you seen your first music video, and you were like, "holy shit"? either in a good or bad way, but regardless you couldnt take your eyes off of it? its been a damn long time since ive sat and watched an entire music video. these days they are "self-indulgent minimalisms" "try too hard artsy" or too "over-the-top cornfests that miss the point"  (which is probably all the same thing i think).
ive been on a roots/folk-rock kick lately and decided to throw on some dr. dog. i dont download music or anything, so youtube has been whatsup for the last couple days. anyway, this video caught my attention right away. not only for its ultra sharp clean form, but for the juxtaposition of lyrical content and visual concept. it brings back this romance of the roller disco halls, a time of which i have no experience in. that said, what really crushed me was the comment right below the video. this person saying that his/her mother was one of the skaters in the video, not an actor, but a woman asked to be apart of this thing. something she probably had no idea of other than that she could pretend she was 22 again or something for a day.
one of those things you know?, that hit it home for you.



not to mention i love this song.

im drinking max ice tonight

right through the night

cha

one time

my first real girlfriend ever in highschool, her cousin ended up playing in one of my favourite bands ever. they only ever released one fullength, called "Five Roses", when i was 16. i hate nostalgia. but fack.



this actually got shortlisted for the polaris prize in '07. adam now plays in adam and the amethysts. and i dont think she ever really knew how rad that was for me. CHA CHA CHA

bullllllllll

i think "high fashion" is, for the most part, retarded.

but this, this here below (from the chanel show), is 100% class. 

fuck minimalism. go straight up bourg(ee)

on that note, im currently listening to Motorhead, fckyah.

rachels

my movement and intro to acting teacher Ingrid has unreal taste in music, she played this song during an improvisational viewpoints exercise. i lost it.



im writing an essay on greek tragedy right now, please stop me if i start acting like one of them, uh, actors.

AND WERE HAVIN A GOOD TIME

i said i was going to write about mtl, but i didnt, but it was fun. turns out i came back to school, its also been fun (theatre). im also still in single mothers, and its pretty sin.
i just turned twenty and want to shoot myself in the dick.
here are some photos and vid from the birthday party.

happy birthday to me.

oh yeah, im going to see SWANS this saturday in toronto, way too fukn xcited. also, before that show, im going to see this guy named jimmy webb at hughes room, who just so happened to have wrote the last book i read; about writing songs and stuff.

gah.

words or wisdom

my friend adam on fred perry clothing...

fp makes you think like "if i buy this kewl fred perry made in england polo shirt it will make me part of something bigger than myself" but clothes dont actually do that.


the whole truth and nothing but the truth. adam is the man.
oh yeah, i also just wrote a new song, finally fck. more on that later, and also im writing up my trip to montreal, but also also more on that later.


...still listening to jens, and a lot more john cage. 

i was just thinking

about how much ive been listening to Jens Lekman lately; ive been groovesharking his cover of Paul Simons "You can Call Me Al" daily and was going to mention him in, "currently listening..." but, apparently he has some new material on the way and here is a look at a new track. its been three years since the last record, stoked.

oh yeah, im going to MTL this weekend, more on that later . . .

this is not a fashion blog:

cept sometimes it is now

Mr. Hares summer line of carefully designed shoes are spotless and un-fucking real. i just had a conversation last week with my friend paterson about how men pay more considerable attention to detail. this is the pinnacle of almost little to no detail, cept not really. my favourite, the fela, are constructed of one piece of some exotic vachetta leather.

                                              

the world says: evan, go to school, get a good job

i says: have you heard the new arcade fire?