Tits and Beers

May 31st, 2004

Actually tits and beers have no real significance in this entry, but I figured they'd make a solid and attractive title. Speaking of titles, our new album is in the midst of getting one, but we are finding it a lot harder than we thought. Our original title was shot down by everyone we know, even though a solid 3/4 of us liked it. After hearing our friends tell us we were bordering on extreme gayness because of our choice, we tired of the gay comparisons, and switched our minds like teenage poseurs. We're still trying to hash it out, but we are in the studio this weekend wrapping up mixing and mastering with Dave Draves.

In other news, the past weekend was an intensely fun one.
Trevor was absent from our show with The Red Arrows at the Lion's Balls Pub on Sparks Street. We asked my former bandmate from understorey, Todd Matsunaga to fill in and learn the songs in a jiff. After some initial nervousness on Todd's part, and us tolerating his extremely gay rock referrals like calling the rock sauce...Molson 50....we ended up pulling off a great show, and we were thankful that all went smooth. Thanks again to The Red Arrows.

Steve, Paul, and I went and saw The Heelwalkers, Shikasta, and Le Nombre on Saturday night. This extremely killed everything else going on in the city. We could have been dancing to some gayness at a place like Aqua or On Tap, but we were all glad that we went to another solid Birdman Sound production. The Heelwalkers ruled, Shikasta extremely fuckin ripped up the joint with arguably one of the tightest sets I've seen in a while....Le Nombre was a performance all into itself. Completely franco-french, and no frills. These dudes were so un-anglophone, that they were speaking to the audience in quebecois. The lead singer was quick to thank John Westhaver for the gig...."John...we play 4 time here now, thank you Birman Soun." Between joking about what times bars close in Ottawa versus Gatineau and telling us not to vote for the francophone candidate in the federal election, Le Nombre made an impression on me for performace standards.

Yesterday, I had a pop-tart for brekkie, and then walked around Mooney's Bay looking for some ladies who were showcasing the no-need for over the shoulder boulder holders. Unfortch, no fun bags were found, and the only glimpse I got of the tittlage was a birthing dog with multiple teets.

Chris