The Morning After

Holy Fuck, my house is cooking tonight.  This late summer has been fantastic, but I’m not used ot my apartment being so hot at 12:30 AM.

So I was off the internets at home for awhile and as Madelyn would say.  Where did it go?

A bunch things transpired to send me off the laptop at home (you could still find me on the radio, facebook, twitter right?).

You might remember this post from the 16th?  here I was minding my own business jamming out some Silverchair (don’t ask) when all of a sudden iTunes exploded and died a horrible and tragic death on my Toshiba.  And I cursed and I used some words I’m not proud of.

Turns out the Toshiba was right fucked with viruses and the like and iTunes did not like.  No iTunes while writing meant no want to write.  No blog.

Mother Computers fixed it (but then brought me new problems!  bah computers!  The man that can make a computer that the average college educated professional can use without help desks or smart friends or $68 bills at the laptop shop will be a trillionaire!) .  Right, computer works, iTunes works, Coral can get online to read her gossips and blogs, my touchpad is now fucked; but I bought a mouse so its all good… Medieval Total War works and my conquest of France will be complete by weeks end.

I also went and got completely destroyed not once, but twice last week.  Old friends from my MySpace blogging days might not think that too odd, but lately getting drunk is less of a mainstream story line for me, so gettin’er done twice in a week (Zone Party Bus, Stag with the Boys) was a shock to the system and made me twice as lazy.

Sunday I did manage to somehow put it together to take the family and Alix up Island to the Feast of Fields Festival.  Amazing is the best word to describe.  Feast of Fields is an event designed to connect urban hipsters such as yours truly to the food production complex of Vancouver Island.  I arrive at a picturesque farm outside of Victoria on a spectacular late summer day.  A woman at the gate gives me a wine glass and a napkin and a giddy up then sets me free in a world of gourmet, local, organic wonder… with a glass full of wine and or beer and or cider (or teas and water).

The event reminded me a bit of Beerfest, but not as stupid… and with food.  You go from booth to booth, jocked by a who’s who of Victoria and Island(s) food makers and suppliers and eat their best stuff!  Between every food stall is a beer or wine purveyor from right here on Vancouver Island.  Unlike Beerfest, once you have your ticket, you pay for nothing else and the lines are far more manageable.  The asshole factor was zero and you’re doing all this in an expansive park like setting.

Feast of Fields next year?  Yes please.  And really, we ALL need to go.  They also do it in Vancouver and in the interior… so all my friends on that side of the water, look it up and get your tickets (or in Vancityrockgirl’s case, a booth!).

All end with a quick list of what I’m listening to lately for those that care then I should go to bed.  Mads gets up and there is no sleep in no matter how bad I want it.  She is now old enough that our days must be filled with joy and wonder and finding stuff a one and half year-old tyrant wants to do with out involving any children’s ministries is a challenge.  Lately I dig the library because its free or just good old fashioned grocery shopping.

Aside from the Silverchair (which seriously I’ve been listening to) I downloaded some new stuff that is mighty hipster, so I get, some I like and some… not so much.

Yeasayer Justin turned me on to this band at the Station House a couple weeks ago. When it pops on I go,”hey I like that.” They are from Brooklyn.  He also turned me on to;
The xx an interesting style, they are all the rage right now on Pitchfork.
Final Fantasy The Polaris music prize came out the other day and Fucked Up won!  Rad… the article I read mademention of last year’s winner Final Fantasy .  I had never taken the time to download anything so I grabbed a well rated ep.  Its neat I guess.  The BEST of last year?  no, not to me… but who am I right?  That dude is $20,000 richer than I’ll ever be.  I do like it, pleasant indie hipster goodness I guess.  Final Fantasy will be at Rifflandia this weekend.
Wild Beasts Pitchfork said it would be fun and they’re right, its pretty histerical (in a good way).  Like the Darkness meets a graphic tee and Zooey Daschanel movie.
The Dead Weather colour me new, but I am just getting into the Dead Weather now… why didn’t they become the biggest thing since Queens of the Stone Age on The Zone?  Oh right, people keep requesting Owl City.  Its a modern rock mystery… and despite popular misconception, we don’t tell anybody what to like, they tell us.  Too bad, I would have liked if someone had told me to like The Dead Weather.
The Antlers lots of hype about these cats.  Fans of a darker, moodier indie pop will dig.  Bon Iver anyone.  I wasn’t feeling it tonight so I just downloaded one song, “Kettering,” but what a good song it is.

Speaking of Bon Iver, maybe I’ll punch him up before bed.  I wish Coral didn’t have to sleep before work; I’d very much like to get naked and jam out Bon Iver.. TMI folks, I’m out.