So, for those of you keeping count, this would be the second time i've been thrown in the drunk tank.

However, it is the first time i've been there without any footwear.

And...i don't suppose you know where my glasses are, do you? They're at hunter street...somewhere...

I'd like to thank h&r block's cash back program for making it so that i can buy food and have fun for the next two weeks.

and one more thing: faxe hands. Spread the word.

Had a great time last nite. Thanks to everyone for coming out.

Suddenly, everyone was gone. And by suddenly i meant i was really drunk and not paying attention when everyone was leaving. So did what seemed like the logical thing to do at the time.

Grab my amp and guitar and head to the spot.
On foot.

I make it up the stairs. get out the door. wind takes the guitar.
SMACK!
Face first into the seahorse sign on the wall by the enterance.
Sit there for a few minutes. Hear the Hold crew talk about trying to make room for my amp. But I was determined to make it there.
On foot.

And away i went. Weaving my way drunkenly between cars and dome-people. Guitar in one hand, increasingly heavy amp in the other. Head past the metro centre. Wind takes the guitar.
SMACK!
Into the side of the metro centre.

This happened to me four or five times at various points on the trek. And when i got to the jam spot, darcy spidle was there to greet me.

darcy:Why'd you walk with your amp.
me:I have no idea.

We (spincycle), along with contrived and the hold will be playing tonite at the seahorse. We'll be starting at 10:50 at the latest, due to sean having to do sound for a sucky Attic band.

I've been looking forward for tonite for a while, but now...i can't explain it, i just got this really bad feeling in my gut.
Maybe it's just nerves.
Hopefully, it's just nerves.
Fuck, i hope it doesn't suck.

I drank way too much last nite. And by the time i walked home i was feeling really shitty. Not sick, just...let's just say i think it's time for another break from drinking.

In other more pleasant news, I fucking can't wait to play tomorrow (Us, contrived, the hold at the seahorse). We haven't played a show in what seems like forever. And the combo of my amp with the guitar i bought last week is deadly! I feel like playing it right now, but it's at the jam spot and i don't have a key.

Somebody give me a key!!!!!!

You've seen it on other people's blogs, and you're like "alfred would never do that."

Fuck it.

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less.

Ask me anything you want and I will answer.

Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

Considering the number of people who read this thing, and that they're mostly close friends...well, we'll see what happens.

Go for it!

Let's go wake up jay smith!

And so, at three o'clock in the morning, me and danica made our way to the home of one jay smith. I had been there earlier, and had left my rum and some albums that him and Allison had kindly offered me there. After all the stories of Jay waking other people up in the middle of the nite, it just seemed like the thing to do.

But what was I thinking, of course he was still up.

me-Hey jay. This is danica.
danica-hi.
me-I really need to piss. (run to the bathroom)
danica-sure, leave me alone in a stranger's place.
me-Exactly!

So we hung out for a bit. Me and jay talked about music and maybe playing a show together in June. But the craving for food demanded attention. So, grabbed my albums, my rum, and away we went to the gottingen apple barrel. My love for the late night breakfast mission is well documented.It was all about the veggie omelet with cheese and extra onions. Vegetarian danica debates getting bacon, but my attempts to convince her to follow this impulse were, alas, unsuccessful. And as we finish and get ready to leave...

me-Hey! Let's go wake up peter!(lionis, or beardo to others)

Fuck, he's a heavy sleeper.

So i figured the key to me not sleeping in for work would be to just not go to sleep.

Today was just fucking great! And i'd like to thank:
1.Amanda and dale for wearing long johns
2.Gig street for selling me this wicked vantage guitar
4.hunter st. for providing a place for "guitar day"
3.Dale and ger for fun times at the mall
4.Ms. Nevers for the pretzel hookup.
5.The cool kid who let me read him a story
6.wallmart, where i bought a badly needed new pair of sneakers
7.emily for looking pretty
8.Hi-firey, great plains, and the academic for being so good
9.allison for accompanying me in dancing madness
10.crystal for the kiss on the cheek
11.Christian's father for air guitar theatrics
12.sean for drinking a double gin and tonic
13.me, for not getting nearly as drunk as people thought i was.
14.my bank account. still going strong, so i might actually get that jesus and mary chain cd.

It's heavy fucking metal, everything is $2, and i just got paid today.

What could possibly go wrong?

I dreamed about Cheryl Mcmahon last nite.

Everyone i've known has always had someone that they've regretted not going out with. She was mine. She was smart, but shy. She had a smile that i'd instantly have to look away from for fear that i'd gawk like an idoit. And she was pretty. And by pretty, i don't mean cute, or hot, or whatever. I mean stomach all in knots, don't know what to say or do pretty.

Dreaming about her could have any of a dozen different meanings to it. But since i've recently gotten my head back on straight, i'll leave that to you guys.

Going to hell tonite to see the national parks play some old school indie rawk. And if i can get a hold of dale and the guys maybe we'll have a spincycle jam.

Got hit in the head with packages of pepperoni.
Twice.

So, how was your evening?

Alright.
Everyone keeps bugging me. And now dale doesn't have a phone, which makes organizing a jam kinda hard. So i've re-installed messenger on the p100, since it hasn't been acting up as late. This should make people in CB, other countries, and those of us who hate using the phone happy.

If my computer crashes, i'm disowning you all.
alfred_remo@hotmail.com

the post i tried to do last nite before leaving wouldn't publish for some reason, so this morning replaced it with another post.
which i posted two minutes ago, and not at 9:15 on saturday.
ugh.

I probubly shouldn't have spent the money that i did last nite.
And i definitely shouldn't have had that faxe before heading out.
Went to beardo's place to hook up with him and danica. Then went to the marquee. This is what made the nite expensive, because i was essentually paying $12 to see one guy play.
But greg Mcpherson was really good, so it was worth it.

After he played, i made my way to the seahorse for the slitch release. Played some pinball. Watched hell city love play what very much sounded like a ripoff of a late 70's am radio song. Watched slitch tear it up while spilling beer on myself and getting many elbows to the face.

When slitch was done, it is at this point that the drunken lapse of judgement occured. Grabbed my jacket, headed back to the marquee, as i had told beardo and danica that i would track them down after the slitch show. I should have stuck around the seahorse longer cause there was no way i was gonna find them amongst the sea of matt mays fans. Caught his last few songs, which were ok. He puts on a good show, i guess.
And after that, home for the pass out.

Great.
Have to work in the morning and i can't get to sleep.

Anyway, a pretty uneventful nite. No crazy, zany drunken-ness. Not really worth writing about, except i can't get to sleep, so why not. Thanks to mark black for the beer (which i'm pretty sure was claudette's, but she didn't seem to mind. and it was just one.) Hope i didn't overstay my welcome at hunter st., just didn't feel like heading home. Listening to rachael talk about stuff was throughly entertaining.

Anyway, i'm gonna try to get to sleep again.
Wish me luck.

so, for those of you who are curious, Laurie is not the proud owner of a geekboychamp t-shirt. Which is good, cause now i don't have to design one.
It was well thought out, though. But it does prove that you can only get so much about a person from their blog.
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The burdocks/this m.s.g./special noise show at st. pat's was killer! It was great to see so many kids, and a few "old folks", out for an all-ages show.

On a related note, talked to condon mcleod the other day. They put in a proposal for the pavilion. But the number of fees and conditions (rent, heat, lights, property taxes (???), 30% of revenue,...) that the city has put onto this makes it vurtually impossible to happen. It's pretty damn clear that the city doesn't give a fuck about the all-ages scene, or youth in general.

It makes me fucking sick.

i'm gonna not talk about myself right now.

There's this friend of mine that i met in the scene. He's a super nice guy, but i think he's in the same place that i was a couple year's ago. And i hate seeing friends of mine unhappy. So, i donno, maybe i'll talk to him about, i donno, whatever seems to be on his mind. I tend to be pretty good with giving advice.* I'm sure ian, bryce, and darryl can back me up on this (does darryl even come here. i've yet to see him post). Or maybe it's none of my business. i just like seeing people i know happy.

Anyway, i'm in pretty good shape myself. Went to reflections, then dragged crystal and kc to the thursty duck.
Fun times! Let's hope i wake up for work in the morning.

*It should be noted that i never follow my own advice, or the advice of others, for that matter.

Oh, if either beardo or danica could post in comments the name of our amazing new band, i'd really appreciate it.
Nite all!

So yeah, Saturday.

Head to beardo's place. Run into Brenda from work on the way. Do the usual "What are ya up to tonite" conversation. Asks me when spincycle will be playing next. Says she'll bring the rest of the Crappy tire girls down. These would be the same girls who dragged me to the pogue fado.
At the seahorse they'd stick out like a sore thumb.

Not a minute later I run into dale and Amanda. Those two are the cutest couple this side of...I donno. Pick a cute couple. They're cuter. Amanda's ice cream falls on the ground. I tell her to eat it and, to my surprise, she actually does so (note:she did leave what ice cream that actually touched the ground on the sidewalk). They head on their way, I head to beardo's.

I'm not in the door two seconds and he hands me a beer. Sigh. I wasn't going to drink, but the beer in my hand makes me forget the reason why. And so we drink our way through the commons. And I feel the beer hitting me. Think back...ahh yes, last ate at around noon. So we head to the pizza factory and I get waaaay to much pizza. Leave what I can't finish on a ledge across from the metro centre. Head to the seahorse.

The first order of business:pitcher. While beardo goes to acquire one, I see erin.She comes over and tells me about all the great bands she's gonna see now that she's moving to calgary. Erin's one of the sweetest girls i've ever met, and I'm sure she'll be missed. Our loss, calgary's gain.

So, then I suggested that we play pool. And beardo and I proceeded to play some of the worst pool ever in the history of pool-playing. Which actually made it all the more fun. And hey, at least the girl in the red hoodie who's name escapes me right now found it amusing.

First band up was Maximum RNR. Their lead singer was so energetic it was contagious. Loved it!
Tap on the shoulder.
huh?
tap on the other shoulder.
huh?
Turn around and there was one mr. gerry hubley. The guy goes to more shows than I do, and that's alot of shows. Give him a smile, nod, and an elbow.

KC and crystal show up from the burlesque show. Tell crystal about my fall off the wagon (hey, I went a week and three days!) She's one of the few who "get it". And while I was a little disappointed in myself, I was in waaay to good a mood tonite to let it bother me. And the next band was a part of the reason why.

And really, all I can say is that C'mon rawked! The red hoodie girl said I wouldn't be dissappointed. But there was no worries there. Read the previous post.

And last up, which I thought was a bit strange, was iron giant. I say them before and they were o.k. But tonite they seemed alot better. Not sure if they actually were, or that I was just in a wicked good mood, or that I was drunk.

Look around the room, and everyone else was really into it too. It's cool when everyone's having a good time and enjoying the music.

Wow, she looks pretty tonite.
(no Alfred, lookatyourfeetlookatyourfeetlookatyourfeet)

Anyway, after the band's done I head over to the booth, where alison and Emily are shooting people with pop guns. Have to get me one of those so I can shoot people while I work.

After much verbal and mental debate, we head home. Beardo easily convinces me not to eat the pizza I left by the metro centre. Hit the bed. and sleep.
A good nite was had!

Ian Blurton.

I think the first time i saw Change of Heart was in '93. They were opening for Furnaceface at the Capri. I had heard of furnaceface before ("if you love her, buy her a gun.."), but not these guys. Not Change of Heart. And they blew me away. The intensity and emotion he put into playing...and he looked like he was having the time of his life. In a shitty little bar in Cape Breton. Rocking out. It wasn't long after that exclaim and chart and other mags said what i knew from that day.
Change of Heart was the best live band in Canada.

Tonite he's playing with his new band, C'mon, at the seahorse. I'm getting there at ten just to make sure it doesn't sell out before i get there. It's gonna rock!!

He's one of the reasons why i love music so much.

Nuts to this! I'm gonna go outside while the sun's still out!