Thursday, August 24, 2006

Monty-moth-athon



This will be Monty Moth's last show for awhile, which is sad because I love these guys like brothers (...except mike...he called me a whore in red pants once). Circa summer/fall of 2005 they were ma familia. Remember that guys? Before Kingston was stolen from us? It was good times.

We would go to the beach, drink hard, hard liquor (mescal) and listen to rock n'roll(Brent introduced me to so much- MC5, New York Dolls) all the time. I propose a few more nights of this before we bid Jerbear farewell for awhile.

Jeremy is magic and we will miss him.

In other news, Ms. Kay Station is on the mend. She says she wants some ice cream, a pony...and vengence.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Too cute.


Amy and I go together like peas and carrots.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Keep Livin' the Dream, Lynyrd Skynyrds.

Friday night was a memorable evening.

It was a very well attended show and everyone played amazing fuckin sets. I guess I did expect a bit of controversy, but not to the extent of what occured.

Amy was working with Alicia Silverstone that afternoon and invited her to the
show. She came (much to everyone's surprise)and was supercool nice. It definitely lended an element of surreality.

We didn't go on until 1:20 or so. Things got pretty intense and alot of moshing ensued-

As an avid mosher myself, initially I was stoked that people were so into it.But then things started to seem a little off. Some of my main buds (girls AND guys) were getting flailed about, some of them looking if not only surprised, but a little scared. This made me sad, which, when paired with adreneline made me very mad. So I started to scan the crowd. Then I saw 2 guys in particular who were being forceful. Here is something for them:

An Art Poseur's Guide to Moshing:

1.REAL moshing doesn't include solely shoving people obnoxiously. It is interactive, not blatent assault. Of couse, you wouldn't realize this, as you most likely have never been to a real punk show, and choose to spend your time pretending it's the free-love era/ fantasizing that you a member of Lynyrd Skynyrd and grooming your *ironic* facial hair.

2. When the performer on stage asks you to cool it/ "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE STAGE" (for the safety of her instrument, her teeth, and her friends), respect that. When her friends repeat this... "".

3. If you somehow managed to miss step 2, when the performer on stage has to get off the stage midsong to physically push you away from the stage...cool it.

Another key indicator that these people weren't in it for a good time was how they continuously yelled another band's name (who played earlier) while doing this. Hm. Oh, subtlety!

It is unfortunate that as a result of these 2 disrespectful people, my kstation got mega-damaged and a girl fell and cut her head, other people got hurt, etc.

Afterwards, words were exchagned. People got called on their Lynyrd Skynyrdness.One of these people is in band- or as he was proud to point out- IN THREE BANDS (WHICH ARE GOING TO TAKE CANADA BY STORM)thankyouverymuch- so you would have thought that he would have more sense. I can only conclude, that he is, similar to Stampy the elephant, just a jerk. Just a jerk at life.

But, all bullshit aside, I really have to thank alfie (who got a bit of a shiner when the mic stand hit him in the eye), beardo, and amy especially for trying their hardest to save kay station- the damage could have been a lot worse if it weren't for you guys. And everyone who rocked out FOR REALS. And If I ever wondered how KJ feels on stage, I wonder no longer. After I decided to succumb to, rather than fight the violence, it was quite hilarious, and the set concluded with nathan and I screaming what was once our rocking but nice B52s cover,which ended with him falling onto andrew and his bass, and finally with me falling on top of both of them and hitting my forehard repeatedly, in time to the music, on his bass.

I have bruises in weird and unexpected places. Good show. I just hope to get Kay working in time again for this Friday's show.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

It's a bit of a love tetrahedron (not triangle)



Show on Friday. I am doing a surprise duet with a surprise person. Oooooooooh.
This show will be filled with sexy controversy (that's the best kind of controversy)and is not to be missed.

Man, there's a lot stencils around lately. I can't wait to make up a controversial HSR stencil to spray around the city a week prior to my EP release!!!! CONTROVERSY MAKES ME INTERESTING AND IT IS SOOO SEXY!!!

Speaking of which, recording has been a bit of a disaster lately. We lost a lot of work, so rather than do a LP and wait another 6 months, we're gonna make it a 5 songer. That way we can release it within the next month, as planned still.

In other news, I don't know what to say anymore. I don't know who reads this anymore.

I like punk rock.

I like people who like punk rock.

Um.
Yeah.

What else.

After a rough day at the office yesterday, I vented by husking some corn and then, like a mangey coyote with tourettes, knawed the fuck out of it. I love my girls that make me happy and cheer me up and Amy with her surprise message cake.

Bon Jovi is playing on the radio on another's desk. What's worse: silence or Bon Jovi. More like, what's worse: a lifetime of crippling deafness paired with leperosy or Bon Jovi.

CLEARLY: Bon Jovi.

Blogger I'm bored of you.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

I just bought a corduroy pant-suit that is soon to become a shant-suit and it is totally badass.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

It's this new thing I have-

I just had oreos at my desk for breakfast.

Dog day was fantastic on Friday. Sav and I are Dog Day superfans i.e. we have to be up front and sing along. And then we go home and compare what seth said to each of us. There is squealing and jealous 'awwwwww's.

Biking to JCS's going away party took forever but once there I was happy.

Wait, when I arrived I saw exboy conversing with new boy. So, Amy and I went out on the frontstep for some emergency fireball to curb any jen harshness that could have ensued, I had a little vent about the inescapbility of halifax & 'tardedness en generale, had a beedie...

And then I was happy, or at least pacified into being social with a bunch of morons (I kid, I kid). It was a great party.

But I digress, I will miss you, JCS- thank you for leaving a list of ways to kill myself. I also got your message:
tell Jen that I hope she has a hungover puke in the middle of recording tomorrow.

What a beautiful sentiment.

But, consequently, there were no hungover pukes, just a nice patio breakfast...

Amy, Heather Jared and Brax and I all went to the lake on Sunday. Amy was like the mean girl at summer camp who pressured the wussy girl (me) into doing things she didn't want to do. Like, swimming to the rock island and getting her hair wet. I incured a minor foot injury, but this was later rectified with kisses and no leeches were seen, so I was happy.

RFD on monday, could possibly qualify as the most surreal...no, maybe absurd, night of Jen in recent history. No, I'm not dating Andrew B. That's like, so 2002.

Quote of the night-

"STREET CENTS!!!!!! I USED TO MASTERBATE TO YOU"

(Molly)

Yikes.

Megan b. aka Meg White aka Meganbrest and I are starting a punk band. No boys allowed.

Aw. There is lots to be said and not said but I have this new thing lately of, like, trying to be a better person and stuff. I'm just going to pretend that I forgot where I put the dirty laundry and it can rot and stuff. saggy underpants and all.
Even though resisting the urdge to put some people in their place makes me die a little inside. Oh, omniscience. You're so funny.