Alrighty I'll start phoning as many people as I can tomorrow to go out to Klondike days tomorrow. If by some strange chance I miss you we will be meeting at the university LRT station, top floor, tomorrow, July 30 at 4:00 PM (If all goes well). Hope this works out.

George bush flips it

for those interested, The Arcade fire tickets go on sale tomorrow morning at ticketmaster and blackbyrd(i think), at 10 am. only 20 bucks. tis in october sometime, and I feel it is worth the investment

oh yeah, and the new issue has some stuff from RICKY POWELL
my favourite photo of his is one i saw from that Van art gallery i posted up recently with RUN DMC in PARIS

new Vice is up and shit. and they have a photo blog GRAY! as Tupac once said, "dat's my new style!! *huk toook"

nextshit mp3 player iFlea
found off the shift jp blog

quirky tidbit off of the stylus inteview with Les Savy Fav
"... Our favorite was The Boredoms’ drummer, who pronounced our name Wasabi Fav. And that’s just as good as Les Savy Fav. "
that's just about as good as Robin "Cup" Iowata
japs friggin' OWN nicks.

somegirlshaveallthefuck

as mentioned awhile back in some discussion about those Vice Comps- Taylor I seriously need to lend you the SOMEGIRLS ep (the DNA will have its say). it is FUCKING DEADLY. For fans of DeathFromAbove 1979 that think that DFA1979 are fucking pussy, these are the riffs that'll "riff" you a new asshole. Somegirls do shake-shaking and shredding your rectum with such aplomb that you just end up going, "i should have fried up and ate my sweaty sack ages ago- why did i ever think that i was ever going to use it?"

Free Beer!

Well, free as in speech not, ahem, as in beer.



Confused yet?

"As he stared at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors in his vintage Triumph Spitfire highly functional yet pleasingly formed, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, aching for experienced hands, the small knurled caps of the oil dampeners begging to be inspected and adjusted as described in chapter seven of the shop manual."

The winning entry in the the annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, " a whimsical literary competition that challenges entrants to compose the opening sentence to the worst of all possible novels."
[via CBC]

that SPIN article about Montreal ain't shit. THIS is montreal. (for fucking SERIOUS postrock heads)