Winnipeg has been crazy so far. Fringe madness, revisiting old brunch spots and hanging with life long friends while cultivating promising everything with new associates. They redesigned my favourite bar to look like the Miami Airport First Class Lounge, but I'm not mad. Hyping the crowd while Dance Craze Fraze dropped "Flat Beat" doubles, cutting up the "I used to know Quinnin..." The good times have just begun.
Bomber game (CFL = Cool Fuckin' Life!) followed by The Crumbs. This prairie dog is happy in the sunshine. The Toronto players will not withstand my garbage strike related barbs.
Here's some friends who I played with last night, doing their awesome, emotional music video thing.
Gotta go meet my high level political operative buddy Park Daddy and pop champagne out the tailgate of a Malibu.
Here's one more brown on for the snowy road, for the road...
Me and Apple Jam got wild in the bassment the other night/morning...this being our theme music in these crucial and serious times.
My name's Jason, but they call me young Jasie Neil Young in the whip, let's get Cazy.
-Comedy shows -Burgers -CFL fandom -Family hootenany -Music -Sunburn -RPG's -Back with the homies -Shorts -Ducks -Clubhouses -Dipsomania -Attending the wedding of a comedian -High School reuinion -Getting back to the West Coast alive
Niagra Detroit's artwork is sensational. A grounding in film iconography and vernacular of the 30's-60's will help and appreciator on the nudge and wink side, but is totally unecessary.
Q: What's harder than writing succinctly and meaningfully about music? A: Writing succinctly and meaningfully about art.
Take 2 (Sinatra only would've needed one).
Niagra Detroit presents a warp speed technicolour version of the drafts to radical to be produced. She puts mushrooms in the potboiler and then leaks her witchy brew into the metropolitan water supply. Her artwork is as much vivid as it is dark, the upfront pulpy, comical frames confound with as much mystery as they confront with magic.
This dame's got balls. Be careful what you say, you might wake up dead.
There we go.
Here you go.
CHOW
BBQ
PS: This is The Grill's 270th post. In honour of that, Guy Mariano doing a 270 to boardslide. Someday, this blog will be as dope and look as easy.
At a performance of Taming of the Shrew tonight, one of the lines had the words "dark matter" in it.
Got me pumped.
Not to mention Elizabeth Taylor when she was a buffet of babe. Forget the pilled out, shakey dog E.T, real buffs know the deal. She was the dark, round, gold standard for a generation of wood.
