Ch Ch Ch Changes

What is this Sixth Sense we all possess, and dismiss? How can someone across a crowded room know you're looking at them, and look up and directly at YOU. The Sixth Sense really is interesting to me, because few of us recognize it is a sense at all. What untapped aspects of our world, of our consciousness are right in front of us, if only we could embrace this sense?

My sister left for Nova Scotia today. She's gone. Moved away. :(

The only bright side is I might get a practice space out of the deal.

Shapes

I wrote a new song.

Here are the rough lyrics:

In the mist above her reflection
Shapes shift
Surround us

They drown
They pound
They pound on the door
They pound on the door

In the way she moves
I found life
drenched from the rain
entrenched in my veins

Don't look back
Don't look back
Don't look back
Don't look back




**Edits: One

Nuit Blanche

Thanksgiving Time

With an absence of work on the weekends, they have become busy busy busy. This weekend featured Part Two of my brother's wedding. He and his wife Miranda made the interesting choice to separate the ceremony from the reception. So about four months after the ceremony, the reception finally happened. So yes, I told a speech and everything. It was actually a pretty early finish, but I certainly had a good time.

On Sunday I went to a show at Mr. Nathan Random's home in London with a certain lady friend. The show featured Olenka, a London local artist with a powerful and amazing voice. I was impressed enough to purchase her CD. Following her were the Ghost Bees, a twin-sister arrangement with haunting, spiraling, harmonizing voices. Very chill music that night.

I still haven't found a new job. Maybe this economic downturn is to blame. Or maybe it's just me..

Froggies.

Sometimes when I'm driving in the Autumn I think there's frogs all over the road.

But then I realize they're just leaves.

And The Streets Were All Full of Life

Hello there all my readers. I know there's at least two or three of you.
Hiiii.

Ok anyways. Last night was a very different night than usual for me. I traveled all the way down to Toronto for Nuit Blanche. Aaron and Andy came along. Essentially, there were art exhibits ALL over the place in downtown Toronto. Pretty sweet idea.

So we got down there and united with this absolutely massive crew. There were easily a dozen or more of us. And, as should have been expected, we were paralyzed with that usual big group syndrome that causes indecision and inaction. We literally wasted hours doing what seemed to me to be nothing. No offense intended to the others, no blame whatsoever. It just simply did not work.

So eventually the group splintered into several different smaller factions, and we finally managed to start checking out some exhibits more quickly. There was an incredible variety to the art. From massive inflatable pieces, to Zombies who were simply walking around the streets. You would occasionally pass a guy and his Zombie girlfriend. Or some Zombies would ride by on bikes. Brilliant. So we wandered all over the place with a few people who I had actually just met that night. They seemed to share our fervor and interest in the arts, so we made a good combination. I'll post some pics from it someday, but currently they are contained within my camera.

I've come away from it kind of disappointed. I missed so many exhibits. So, so many. I'll go next year, hopefully with a much smaller group. Like maybe by myself. Or with one other. It would be an perfect idea for a date with a lady.

Now if only I could get a date.

LOLA Photographs

Some of the pictures I took at LOLA a few weeks back have made it onto the computer. So here they are.

Off The International Radar





Plants And Animals




Holy Fuck

The Machine Is Bleeding To Death

Taken from the Godspeed You! Black Emperor album F#A#(1998)

"The Dead Flag Blues(Intro)"

The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel.
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides.
And a dark wind blows.
The government is corrupt,
and we're all so many drunks,
with the radio on and the curtains drawn.
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine,
and the machine is bleeding to death.
The sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead
at the top of their poles.
It went like this:
The buildings tumbled in on themselves.
Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble,
and pulled out their hair.
The skyline was beautiful on fire.
All twisted metal, stretching upwards.
Everything washed in a thin orange haze.
I said "Kiss me here, beautiful.
These are truly the last days."
You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it.
Like a daydream, or a fever.



We woke up one morning,
and fell a little further down.
For sure it's the valley of death.
I open up my wallet,
and it's full of blood.