Me (and my fat head) and Makka Pakka watching the Canucks game.
Up early today. I thought I was supposed to meet the fire inspector for my condo building, but I obviously got that date wrong. No worries, I had a lot of out-standing emails to answer, and some tax stuff to organize. Now it is just past 9 AM and i feel good. Maybe I should wake up at 8AM every morning?
I have to go to my tax guy later after the morning Zone DJ meeting. Ugh, not looking forward to it. I’ve been flying around the blogosphere reading everyone’s tales of mega tax returns… and what tropical Island they’ll be spending it on and it makes me envious. I’m the guy the guy that will need to be sending money to the government. wah wah wah.
Its my own fault really, I am partly self employed and last year I DJ’d a fair amount outside of my 9-5 at The Zone. So yeah, I’ll be sending a cheque to Ottawa. Next year will be crazier (which is good? It means I am working more… but I have no long term planning ability, so the money comes in, I spend it.). I’ll need to do pre-emtive tax payments now I think, so it doesn’t stress me out next spring. Ahhh, maybe Coral will get a tax return and we can… go on the ferry to Port Angeles or something?
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Pitchfork.tv is a great invention. Its like how you wished Much Music still was. But the beauty if 2010, it IS Much Music. I can plug my laptop into my TV and watch all these great music video. I can search for a fave, or let Pitchfork play their selected titles. They also have the odd interview or feature piece. Yesterday I watched a video on the Decline of the Indie Record Store.
The person doing the documentary travels around to different indie record stores and documents their plight. Its a good watch for the most part, he talks about the community that indie record stores apparently create and how important that is. But the people he generally interviews are really gnarly alpha nerd 50 something fat men. Hmmm, I don’t know if i want to be part of that community.
I felt bad for the shops and the decline in the culture, but the culture is not dead. Obviously “most” people don’t have the same value on the music then some people feel they should have, but it doesn’t mean all record stores have gone the way of the dodo bird. The only reason there were so many before is because people HAD to buy music, now they don’t. Most people don’t care to hang out in a record store… we all have passions, maybe yours is the garden store, or the park or a hike or whatever. maybe its steam train engines. Fuck, I feel sorry for you, not too many steam engine shops open on Johnson Street anymore.
Collecting records is a nerdy thing, like collecting miniature civil war figurines or having a cat. A couple shops in Victoria, thats all we need. And if they are going to stay, we need to actually shop at them from time-to-time. Friends don’t let friends buy records off Amazon (or books either!).
Don’t even get me started on books! (great read if you have the time)
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WTF? Has Delorean created an album about the desert? the Spanish electro-druggy-poppy-bright somethingorother band might have done just that.
Check out their record Subiza. I already have a couple from their first ep and the cut “Stay Close” but when I saw the track listing today, it was kismet, I had to have “Infinite Desert.”
I have already drafted my next set for Mixcloud “Two Kinds” (almost had it up last night but wasn’t happy so I scrapped it). It was missing something, and that something is “Infinite Desert.”
OK, the time is now to head to work. Go with yourself.
The Morning After 