I'm home now. That last post was from the cafe. It's nice to see the roommate's internet working. Twice, once last week, once this afternoon, I filled out a stupid survey I got from a friend's Myspace bulletin, and both times I lost my connection, and what I'd written. So fuck it. I'd much rather just tell stories from last year as I feel like it, than fill out some survey asking questions about my "boyfriend" and my "school." I may not act or feel like a grown-up, but my 10-year high scool reunion is this year. I kinda want to go, but I'd rather be at a reunion with people I knew throughout childhood instead of some school full of assheads that I went to for only a year and a half. That's not fair. Not everyone was an asshead.
Whew! I've had a bit too much caffeine today.
Here's a story I thought of when filling out the above mentioned survey. The questions were "In 2006 have you been called a whore while walking down the street?" and "In 2006 have you been in a verbal fight?" The answers were "Not while walking down the street" and "Plenty. A favourite of mine was the time I kicked the crazy guy out of the band room at Lee's Palace."
For a few reasons, the release of the DD album was pushed back, which resulted in us cancelling a sketchy out west tour that we very well may have died on. So, when pals, Wintersleep, asked us to support a few shows for them in Ontario we said sure regardless of the kind of short notice. We were already prepared to be travelling then anyway. We went on a short little trip with three out of four shows with them. Show #2 was at Lee's Palace in Toronto. It was a weird night for me. I had only been to Lee's once before, and that was a crazy drunken night of youth. A cousin and I had always said we were going to go party downtown the next time I was in town after we both turned 19. And we did. I had been with KC a mere 10 months. She took me to see her friend's band. They were not very good. I have a signed CD, and something tells me it'll never be worth much. Later, we ended up upstairs in the dance bar with people giving us shooters and her making out with people (she kindly told me she was bisexual so as to prevent me the shock of seeing her kiss girls). I went down to the payphone to call KC and see how their show with Joel Plaskett went. I wasn't having much fun in the dance bar, so I went downstairs to watch whoever was playing. I kind of liked it, and drunkenly danced for a bit, talked with my cousin's roommate, and went upstairs to find her. Anyway, long story short, we end up back at her place with some guy she took home, but all she wanted was to make out in the cab. She wanted me to help her get rid of him. I hardly slept and woke up thankful to not be single.
Lee's Palace tasted very much like THE Palace, or the Liquor Dome, so I was interested to be there with my friends and those Dependent guys.
It was a fun night. The band room was beside and below the stage, with windows, so we could sit back there and watch the show. It was also a comfortable place to coin some inside jokes about our insides. Another cousin came, this time one I hadn't seen since I was 19. It was great to catch up. But look at me ramble. This was supposed to be about the crazy guy calling me a whore.
I missed most of the Wintersleep set that night due to all the catching up with my cousin. It was also kind of tiring doing all this catch up with someone you hadn't seen for so long, and it was that way every time you saw them. I mean, I had a really, really, great time seeing her, and I can't wait to next time I'm in Toronto, but, well, I hope you know what I mean. She left before the show was over, leaving me, KC, and Seth in the band room (Nancy was out front watching). I went out for a smoke, and then sat on the couch and relaxed, watching Loel drum as I sat. A few songs later, their set was over, and the tired and sweaty boys file into the room, followed by some friends/fans. The friends leave, so the guys can go out for an encore. But one of the fans is left behind. This weird, tall-ish guy who is best described as looking like one of the Hanson Brothers. "You like hockey..." he says, in reference to the hockey stick on the keyboard stand, to which Jon says "yep", "you like beer...You, oops! I was about to say 'you like fucking girls' but then I noticed there's only one in here" to which one of the guys says he's gay. Things are alright, the band leaves and it's just the four of us (me, the boys, the weirdo). He tries to make some conversation, we're all polite, but I don't think I'm the only one who wants him to go so we can get back to the relaxing. He does that thing where people repeatedly over-explain that they're leaving, and their talking gets them saying something else, and then they apologize and start in that they're leaving again. Repeat. Then, with his hand on the door, he says "I'll go. I'm not a band-room whore. No. That's her. I'll go back..." I don't know what the fuck else he rambled about. I saw red. Almost literally. But, for a few seconds, I tried to hold it back. Then I remember the look I saw on the face of at least one of the Wintersleep guys. No. This guy wasn't a friend of their's. They just had to be polite to a fan. They might appreciate if he's not in here when they come back. "What did you just say? Did you just call me their WHORE!?" I calmy, and coolly said through my gritted teeth, but the voice was starting to go up. I gave a few minutes (really, probably seconds) to see if he was joking, but he offered no explanation. "Did you realize that GIRLS PLAY STUFF TOO?!" I can't believe I kept screaming girls can do it too, it's just that I knew that he was looking down at me as "just a girl" so I was trying to use the word "girl" sarcastically, but I lost control of the anger and screamed so loudly that the sarcastic tone was missing. "I think you should GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! A whore, HA! I'M IN THE BAND, TOO! GIRLS PLAY INSTRUMENTS!! ISN'T THAT AMAZING? GET OUT OF HERE!" This is when he laughs and has that 'sure, thing, little darlin'' condescending bullshit look on his face. "Just go. You were leaving. Just go. Get the fuck out." Now he's laughing becacuse apparently he's some old pathetic drunk that considers himself part of the "scene" (and maybe he is. I don't care) and he clearly gets to do whatever he wants in this place, and I'm some nobody opening up for Wintersleep that'll probably (in his eyes) never be back or amount to anything. So, he's laughing at the ranting girl. This is where I repeat "Get out of here. Get the FUCK out of here. Leave. Just go." until he goes.
That was a fun memory of 2006. I wonder if my path and his will ever cross again.
(I've been computing too long. It's time to go to Charlie's. No re-reading/editing for me, for now.)
Three years ago, I wrote about spitting on someone. Which is kinda funny, because thinking about the Wintersleep tour reminds me of how I felt watching them in Ottawa (our first show on the trip), standing on Tim's side of the stage, remembering the night I go kicked out of the Marquee for spitting on Tim.
Whew! I've had a bit too much caffeine today.
Here's a story I thought of when filling out the above mentioned survey. The questions were "In 2006 have you been called a whore while walking down the street?" and "In 2006 have you been in a verbal fight?" The answers were "Not while walking down the street" and "Plenty. A favourite of mine was the time I kicked the crazy guy out of the band room at Lee's Palace."
For a few reasons, the release of the DD album was pushed back, which resulted in us cancelling a sketchy out west tour that we very well may have died on. So, when pals, Wintersleep, asked us to support a few shows for them in Ontario we said sure regardless of the kind of short notice. We were already prepared to be travelling then anyway. We went on a short little trip with three out of four shows with them. Show #2 was at Lee's Palace in Toronto. It was a weird night for me. I had only been to Lee's once before, and that was a crazy drunken night of youth. A cousin and I had always said we were going to go party downtown the next time I was in town after we both turned 19. And we did. I had been with KC a mere 10 months. She took me to see her friend's band. They were not very good. I have a signed CD, and something tells me it'll never be worth much. Later, we ended up upstairs in the dance bar with people giving us shooters and her making out with people (she kindly told me she was bisexual so as to prevent me the shock of seeing her kiss girls). I went down to the payphone to call KC and see how their show with Joel Plaskett went. I wasn't having much fun in the dance bar, so I went downstairs to watch whoever was playing. I kind of liked it, and drunkenly danced for a bit, talked with my cousin's roommate, and went upstairs to find her. Anyway, long story short, we end up back at her place with some guy she took home, but all she wanted was to make out in the cab. She wanted me to help her get rid of him. I hardly slept and woke up thankful to not be single.
Lee's Palace tasted very much like THE Palace, or the Liquor Dome, so I was interested to be there with my friends and those Dependent guys.
It was a fun night. The band room was beside and below the stage, with windows, so we could sit back there and watch the show. It was also a comfortable place to coin some inside jokes about our insides. Another cousin came, this time one I hadn't seen since I was 19. It was great to catch up. But look at me ramble. This was supposed to be about the crazy guy calling me a whore.
I missed most of the Wintersleep set that night due to all the catching up with my cousin. It was also kind of tiring doing all this catch up with someone you hadn't seen for so long, and it was that way every time you saw them. I mean, I had a really, really, great time seeing her, and I can't wait to next time I'm in Toronto, but, well, I hope you know what I mean. She left before the show was over, leaving me, KC, and Seth in the band room (Nancy was out front watching). I went out for a smoke, and then sat on the couch and relaxed, watching Loel drum as I sat. A few songs later, their set was over, and the tired and sweaty boys file into the room, followed by some friends/fans. The friends leave, so the guys can go out for an encore. But one of the fans is left behind. This weird, tall-ish guy who is best described as looking like one of the Hanson Brothers. "You like hockey..." he says, in reference to the hockey stick on the keyboard stand, to which Jon says "yep", "you like beer...You, oops! I was about to say 'you like fucking girls' but then I noticed there's only one in here" to which one of the guys says he's gay. Things are alright, the band leaves and it's just the four of us (me, the boys, the weirdo). He tries to make some conversation, we're all polite, but I don't think I'm the only one who wants him to go so we can get back to the relaxing. He does that thing where people repeatedly over-explain that they're leaving, and their talking gets them saying something else, and then they apologize and start in that they're leaving again. Repeat. Then, with his hand on the door, he says "I'll go. I'm not a band-room whore. No. That's her. I'll go back..." I don't know what the fuck else he rambled about. I saw red. Almost literally. But, for a few seconds, I tried to hold it back. Then I remember the look I saw on the face of at least one of the Wintersleep guys. No. This guy wasn't a friend of their's. They just had to be polite to a fan. They might appreciate if he's not in here when they come back. "What did you just say? Did you just call me their WHORE!?" I calmy, and coolly said through my gritted teeth, but the voice was starting to go up. I gave a few minutes (really, probably seconds) to see if he was joking, but he offered no explanation. "Did you realize that GIRLS PLAY STUFF TOO?!" I can't believe I kept screaming girls can do it too, it's just that I knew that he was looking down at me as "just a girl" so I was trying to use the word "girl" sarcastically, but I lost control of the anger and screamed so loudly that the sarcastic tone was missing. "I think you should GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! A whore, HA! I'M IN THE BAND, TOO! GIRLS PLAY INSTRUMENTS!! ISN'T THAT AMAZING? GET OUT OF HERE!" This is when he laughs and has that 'sure, thing, little darlin'' condescending bullshit look on his face. "Just go. You were leaving. Just go. Get the fuck out." Now he's laughing becacuse apparently he's some old pathetic drunk that considers himself part of the "scene" (and maybe he is. I don't care) and he clearly gets to do whatever he wants in this place, and I'm some nobody opening up for Wintersleep that'll probably (in his eyes) never be back or amount to anything. So, he's laughing at the ranting girl. This is where I repeat "Get out of here. Get the FUCK out of here. Leave. Just go." until he goes.
That was a fun memory of 2006. I wonder if my path and his will ever cross again.
(I've been computing too long. It's time to go to Charlie's. No re-reading/editing for me, for now.)
Three years ago, I wrote about spitting on someone. Which is kinda funny, because thinking about the Wintersleep tour reminds me of how I felt watching them in Ottawa (our first show on the trip), standing on Tim's side of the stage, remembering the night I go kicked out of the Marquee for spitting on Tim.
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