Library House Show Cancelled.

You know what? If you like going to house shows where its next to nothing to get in, in someones living room, where everyone is there to get rad and have good time and drink or not drink and smoke or not smoke or get high or hardcore dance,
then DON'T FUCK WITH THE VENUE.
Or the promoter. Or the promoters friends.

And especially, ESPECIALLY not the neighbours.

I'm sick of this shit.

Whether is belligerent minors who drink three beers and start falling into rented P.A. speakers,
or drunk street kids who are bent on out-punking everyone by hating clean pants and smirking at talk of jobs and paying rent.
Seriously?

The kids (non gender/age specific) that put on shows are not trying to fuck with your lifestyle. They are not saying you should dress like them, drink the beer they drink, support the Vegan Reich, eat the right amount of whatever, do the right amount of whatever, or listen to the right amount of whatever.

They just want to put on shows. In a safe, somewhat respectful, somewhat DIY environment.

Spraypainting the neighbours sedan, four door whatever, is not going to help this happen.

So if you enjoy getting shitfaced at house shows and not having to pay ridiculous cover,
and not being asked for a second peice of ID when you show them a passport,
or searched and consequently groped by a creep door guy,
or talked to like a dumbfuck by some jerk bartender,
or having to pay seven dollars for a watered down vodka soda,

then respect the fucking scene, and the people who pay rent for the houses you are about to trash.

Jesus.


(RIP Library House)

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shits genius.

THE SHOW THIS FRIDAY HAS BEEN MOVED TO THE BALMORAL. 159 e hastings.

that is, TRANZMITORS, B-LINES, etc.

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Dinosaur Fetish - m4w

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Date: 2008-09-04, 5:52PM EDT

So basically I want to make sweet-hot prehistoric love. We both go to a costume shop, you rent some prey type Dinosaur costume, and I'll get a big T-Rex one.

You, innocently, pretend to eat the shrubs in your backyard, when suddenly I come crashing through the bushes!

Your reptilian brain is startled and the 'fight or flight' response kicks in.

Apparently though, you rented one of the dumber dinosaurs, so your brain chooses to instead curl up into a ball and play dead.

Victory is mine!

I slowly approach and begin sniffing your privates.

Are you wet yet?

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(thanks Arlie)

i used to take good photos.

22/09/08

making dirtbags look holy (http://www.andrewandrewandrew.com)

old pogo days

Alf House Pogo Party

(stolen from the lovely Colby)

Been slacking on the updating but who the hell reads this anyhow?

Um, also, I just found out what fan fiction is, and this is either a calling, or reason to be gravely concerned for my social well-being.


xo


legs

ps. go to the Emerg Room on the 27th.

Sailors

Richies

No matter how many times I go to RICHARDS ON RICHARDS, regardless of the good bands that play, like FUCKED UP and WHITE LUNG, I can't bring myself to like that venue.
The stage is too high, and the sound is only good in 1/18th of the audience area, so if you're really stoked on the band and want to be right close to the stage, forget about hearing the vocals. Forget about hearing anything other than muted guitar sounds and some drum fills.

Also, the drinks are too expensive. The cheapest beer is a bottle of Canadian for $5.50. Maybe this is cheap for some people, but if you're used to $3.00 bottles, or if you've ever drank in Portland, $5.50 is an abominable amount of money for 341ml of watery alcohol.

Anyhow. The promoter made WHITE LUNG go on way too early. FUCKED UP and CRYSTAL ANTLERS hadn't even showed up yet, and it was 9 or 9:30 when they went on stage. And there were a fair amount of people, but many showed up in between sets. It was 11pm before the giant school bus pulled up and CRYSTAL ANTLERS got on stage.

They kind of sound like a jam band that's gone to a big city and done weird city drugs, danced to weird techno music at weird underground basement raves, then returned to a not-so-big city to record an album. I liked them, and they were nice dudes to hang out with after the show and they let me eat their greenroom hummus.

FUCKED UP was as good as always, especially the first three seconds of the set when Damien attempted to stand on top of a monitor and instead slipped and hurtled into the crowd. Luckily someone was able to save him from serious pain.

I was bummed on the turn out for the show; Taylor even turned to me at one point to state the obvious.

"Man, Vancouver is embarassing."

Because the sound was terrible and the crowd was low energy, thus making the band lower energy, it kept bouncing back and forth until one point when I looked behind me and the floor space was just filled with a big empty gap, with some kids lining the back on bar stools.

They should have played a smaller venue. With better sound, and cheaper beer. Like the Emergency Room.

Or Pub 340, if they weren't into firing people so much.

The night ended with tired eyes, and Nardwuar interviewing F'd Up on their Mormon school bus. Then after tracking down a diesel gas station and driving to some expensive but delicious food at the Naam, it was 4 in the morning. I could barely keep my eyes open long enough to google map out directions to the airport.

You are a shithead Williamson.

if you don't know about this already

SEX VID disrupts Fashion

This article I found (while looking around to figure out if SEX VID was supposed to play Vancouver) and the comments that follow, are the best example of ignorant people trying to make a point on the internet.

"But I have a fashion show coming up, and I have to sew. I just pretend it’s Ozzfest."

Updates

I have added a show listings space to the right. If you know of any upcoming shows or nights in the Vancouver area, please contact me either through facebook or email.

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Go To This.

Hogan's Alley

The photograph underneath the title of this page is of Hogan's Alley.
Hogan's Alley was destroyed in the 1970s due to the construction of the Georgia Viaduct. This area was Vancouver's original black neighbourhood. Due to the high number of black porters working at the nearby train station, many families came to settle here.

Some people may remember a year or so ago when those flowers were planted in the park aside the bike path on Union St. just west of Gore, reading "Welcome to Hogan's Alley" in red.

If you try to research this area in any official records, you'll find that the history has all but been wiped out. This is a direct example of the gentrification that this city has undergone in the past 40 years.

More on Hogan's Alley:

Past Tense
Beyond Robson
Wikipedia


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Last Shows

Saturday was the last MARGARET THRASHER local show before they go on to tour Europe and break up. Which is really a path that every band should take after sometime. Tour Europe and quit. Otherwise you stay together for the kids and end up like GREEN DAY (Dookie R.I.P.)

IMPOSSIBLE BABES went on around 10pm, if I remember correctly. The Secret Space was totally packed with kids from Winnipeg, Portland, and newly imported Victoria-ites. If you have yet to see the IMPOSSIBLE BABES, you're missing out. All three members live in the Alf House, one of the longest running punk houses in Vancouver history. I'm never good at describing the music of bands I like, so lets just say they're a rad live band and next time they play you should go.

DEAD DOGS from Winnipeg finally made it after their van broke down again just across the border. They were supposed to play a show a week earlier at the Alf House, but their van was broken down in Kamloops. The bass player, Scott, explained to me at some house party a couple nights later, how bummed he was that because of the van, they had to cancel shows that their friends had booked, and in turn those promoters were losing money on venues already rented, etc, etc. The drummer also had bronchitis the whole tour, so serious high fives for this band for being a bunch of troopers and putting on a shredding live show.

DEFECT DEFECT are probably one of the funnest bands to see live. Of course, they're from Portland, and it seems like any band that is born out of that little city is not only good, but really good, and fun to see live, and the dudes (gender non specific) are always some kind of rad. Maybe its just a Vancouver adoration for Portland thing. Or Maybe its true. Anyways, DD is comprised of members and ex-members of AUTISTIC YOUTH, PLAN R, THE OBSERVERS, BLOODBATH AND BEYOND and LAND ACTION. All of these from Portland. All of them some level of rad. The first time I ever saw Colin (vocals for DD) play was at the Alf House like three years ago and he hit me in the forehead with his forehead. That was when he played bass for the OBSERVERS. The first time I saw him sing with DD he hit me in the forehead with the microphone. Both times hurt enough to bruise me but not enough to quell my stoke-age for those shows. Audience interaction is key.

MARGARET THRASHER played the fucking Pussy Footers theme song! Shit, do you know how long I've waited to here that song again. Everybody was going off for the entire set. There was some amazing dogpile, kicks to the head, someone climbed on my shoulders and we paraded around and I couldn't tell who it was until after the set. Juls kept hurtling herself into the crowd and the microphone crowd was wrangling everyone like drunk cattle. If you never saw MT, you're bummed, because they're breaking up after the Europa Tour. So book your ticket to Germany now.


After this show I stumbled over to the Astoria where my friends Danny McCash and Dustin Bromley were DJing for Better Than Loneliness, which is a night they have every Saturday. Usually full of two thirds douchebag and one third rad friends that you're stoked to get drunk with, its an alright night if you have nothing better to do on a Saturday. Hence the name I suppose.
Anyhow, they packed up their Macbooks and mixers and Dustin drove us all to Prospect Point in Stanley Park to see SECRET MOMMY and BASKETBALL, who were also doing their last show before they all move to...Spain?

This show was promoterless and generator-powered and a fucking good time. It was dark except for a small spot of light by the sound equipment, so even if all your friends were there, you had no idea unless they were two feet in front of you. It went on until early in the morning and then everyone dispersed into the darkness to whine about cabbing home or try to crawl into some bush to pass out.

I got home at 7am and my mother, in town for the night, exclaimed later in the day,

"You came in at 7am! Were you awake that whole time?! How much beer did you drink anyway?"

And then I went to work, two hours early.


(P.S. This is my first attempt at any kind of show review, so bear with me, and any constructive comments are really, really welcome. xolegs)

(Pictures of Prospect Point show stolen without permission from Jessica Rosciglione)