Need money

Oh man, I just checked my chequing (that's how we spell it in Canada) account balance and it's frightening how little money I have. And to make matters worse, Amnesty International is going to take 11 dollars out of there in a few weeks, that's 11 dollars that I simply cannot spare, and they've been doing it for over a year now. I don't even fully know what Amnesty International is, I just stared at the beautiful face of the canvaser as he yammered on about human rights or something and then blindly wrote him a cheque as drool hung out of my mouth. That's how those charities reel you in, dreamy canvassers. Nobody ever stops to talk to the obnoxious ones who ask you to hang out a while and be their friends, because people hate that shit. But all the ladies will stop for the shaggy haired, soft-voiced dreamboat with the pale blue eyes and effortlessly striking grin that shows off his perfect teeth that probably never needed any painful and embarrassing orthodontic work...

Anyways, all I really want to do is process the negatives from my trip. And have enough money to get into the CNE this weekend and eat all of the heart-clogging carnival food.

Road trip

I just got back from a Canadian East coast road trip. I had an amazing time and met some awesome people. Unfortunately, the trip drained me of what little money I had, and since I no longer have my shitty projectionist job (Cineplex decided that mid-summer was a good time to go all digital), I can't process my negatives from the trip until I have replenished my bank account. So photos and stories soon to come.

An ode to live performances

So here's what's what. Sometimes the live version just blows the album out of the water. That's the case with many songs performed in the Talking Heads documentary Stop Making Sense, which, dare I say, is the best "rock n' roll" documentary I've ever watched. I saw it at the Bloor Cinema a few years ago and it turned me from a flakey, occasional listener into a full fledged Talking Heads fan.

Here's why I love this part of the movie that I've provided for your viewing pleasure. It gave Talking Heads lead singer David Byrne the opportunity to go backstage and change into his infamous "Big Suit", while showcasing the talents of bassist Tina Weymouth and drummer/husband Chris Frantz as they play a song from their side-project band Tom Tom Club. Also it made me realize that I wanted to be Tina Weymouth, mostly because she's gorgeous, talented, and married to a hot man, but even more so because I want her outfit. Unfortunately I found out that it's on display at "The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame" in Cleveland, Ohio, which is sort of a waste of an awesome outfit if you ask me.

Apparently Weymouth was told by the director that this song was not going to be featured in the final cut of the film, but that they were just performing to keep the audience happy. She was apparently a little angry when it did end up in the movie, but I think she's crazy because like I said at the beginning of this rambling post, sometimes the live performance is just better than the album.