little buttons.

why do some people find it necessary to press the call button for the elevator even though its already pressed? also, pushing the button a bunch of times will not make the elevator come faster.

cool time.

the holidays are almost over. ive survived another year.

outside hockey has begun. my left foot gets cold really fats because of the slow circulation but it just feels nice to be able to play this year.

party time.

small talk.

i hate it. especially in elevators. and when someone laughs at their own joke that isnt even funny at all.

my pants.

i pissed my pants last night. that is all.

bogged in blogs.

blogs make me laugh. im bad with technology (but not like adam.)

does anybody know where they can get navigator (the beer?)

home is where the heart is.

i am finally back home after 3 months of traveling. it was one of the best experiences of my life and i wouldnt trade it for anything BUT am i ever happy to be back home and sleeping in my own bed again. me and stef's trip to cuba was awesome and i really enjoyed the clear water and white sand at the beach and the company of my lovely girlfriend. im also enjoying seeing my breath here in montreal as well. i started my job again yesterday and its as if i never left. im getting lots of work although today i blew the power steering pump on my car so i drove around half the day with no power steering. needless to say, parallel parking was interesting.

back to the high percentages.

people of the fungi.

5$ a gram. what a steal, never "laughed" so much at the simpsons. toronto turned into another shit show, i almost broke my head, elbow and knee because i kicked a bike and fell into the middle of college street. we pretty much got cut off at sneaky dee's because we were yelling so much.

marc: "lighten up, its a monday!"

montreal better be awesome. dave, get a bottle of CC and get a new phone.

winnipeg.

"for a bunch of white people, you guys arent all that bad."

- drunk native dude who was drinking cologne.

eat is a feat.

i forgot to mention, i started my vancouver experience by eating 10 hot dogs at ikea.

eat shit (which i pretty much did.)

vannnn city.

vancouver was fucking amazing. lots of old and new friends, a great house show which was so jam packed that it almost got to the point of being annoying and special chocolates for 10$ which made you feel a little bit weird.

i got to see the one and only paul hampton, which was awesome. i havent seen him in over three years. obviously, he has amassed more dumb tattoos, but that is paul hampton for you. dali showed up as well, which was cool. cody then came to the house and we planned our night out. after playing we went over to his house and drank some beers. he knew of a party happening down the block so we went to that. we then thought it would be a great idea to all walk into this party with masks on. i wore the dog mask along with a fedora so i looked like the dog in the daft punk video, marc was wearing a horse mask and a cowboy shirt, which was way too realistic looking, someone was wearing a luchadore mask, jamie was wearing a tiger mask with sunglasses on and so on. we went into the first apartment that we heard music coming out of and upon entering, we realized that there was only one dude there playing techno really really loud and not paying attention to anyone coming or going from his apartment. after searching for booze and not finding any, we decided to leave to find the other "party". we then found the other party, down the hall, and entered to be greeted with a lot of laughter and a lot of weird looks. thats when the chocolates started to kick in. i attempted to piss out a window onto the street, watched some freak put our luchadore mask on and dance like a madman while smoking a cigarette(he was also extremely short), and attempted to understand what was going on around me. one of cody's friends then got all of us to go back to there place to have a dance party, smoke machine and all. it was insane and in my state i was convinced that we were at a club, even though we were only about 9 people. i then played the most fucked up game of klondike ive ever played.

now we're in edmonton. home soon enough.

oslamaaaaaa.

the last night of the black ships tour in the states found us in seattle during the day pf the election. after playing a smelly yet awesome show in tacoma, we headed back to seattle to party with our friend smash. we drank some joose, which is a 9.9% malt liquor energy drink and set out towards the bar. we never made it though, as there was a huge mob in the street celebrating the victory of obama. crazy partying ensued, mainly because marc was wearing a leather vest and a sleeveless shirt and it was fucking cold outside. i put a beer box on my head that i found and was suddenly dubbed "budman" by a bunch of thug dudes, who in turn all gave me high fives.

its a night ill never forget.

grunge isnt dead.

phoenix was really cool. got to sleep in a real bed, ate a real breakfast at ikea(truly a great deal at 2.99$), and hung out with a high school art teacher who got so worked up when he saw a mccain/palin sign on someone's lawn that he felt the urge to run over and rip the sign out and throw it into someone's back yard.

tucson was a really nice city as well. its so weird to see a city all the sudden rise out of the desert. we thought it was really hot outside and asked one of alyssa's friends where there was a pool we could got to. her friend laughed at us and said that it was the "winter" to them and that they had drained all the public pools in the area. if they only knew what winter really was. the show was cool, i ate really good mexican food. me and stef went out to a little mexican restaurant to celebrate our two year anniversary. the first band that played were these younger teenagers that were playing their first ever show. their parents had rented them a van for their gear. they didnt even have cases for their guitars. we slept at alyssa's friend's house and she told us to look in our shoes before we put them on to see if there were scorpions in them. welcome to the desert.

driving through the amercian southwest is really beautiful. on the drive to san diego, we drove through the imperial sand dunes, which looks like the deserts in africa. huge dunes, genies in weird metal cups, flying carpets and a whole bunch of other crazy shit. besides that, it was a cool and very desolate place. some of the mountains are literally giant piles of huge rocks. we also saw the huge wall the usa is building on the border of mexico. another thing that dots the highway is these checkpoints, which basically racially profile you. the only "problem" we had was one of the guards asked us if we were american citizens and i said "no, we're canadians" to which he replied "well thats going to be a problem." i looked at him and he got this huge smile on his face and told us we could go.

we went to a beautiful beach in san diego. it was like something out of the oc. our show in riverside wasnt the greatest but we met some really cool people. i tried mickey's malt liquor and a 40oz of iron cobra malt liquor. both were quite tasty.

the next show we had was in marina california halloween night. the show was amazing, everyone partying in their costumes. unfortunately the dudes who lived at house had to stop the show because their RA (the show was on a campus) told them to stop the loud music. regardless, the show ruled.

the next night was in santa cruz, which again was amazing. we played a little cafe. people were really into it. we also played with a band from san diego that i had seen a couple of years earlier called lanterns. they were really awesome, sometimes its a really small world.

next stop was portland, which was amazing. people went nuts, some dude fucked up his chin and i took a really good shit.

now im in seattle and last night we went to the house where kurt cobain blew off his face. while walking around, some juggalette came up to us and gave us some flier from a smoke shop down the street. here is a quote; "jimmy's got everything, ceramic pipes, water pipes, crack pipes!!!! but you didnt hear me say that!!!"

tomorrow i will be saying fuck you america.

the desert and other exciting things.

i have now been through the south of the united states, which didnt end up being as exciting as i had envisioned. there werent crazy people running after us telling us not to have abortions or shit like that on every corner. although the popular belief down here is that we are ALL sinners and that we're ALL going to hell. then the priest dude who gave us the pamphlet drove into the curb and got stuck. i guess everything evens out in the end.

birmingham was cool. there were these crazy little black kids running around since the place we played was right next to the projects. we asked where their parents were and the people doing the show told us that they run around like that all the time. one of them came into our van and asked us if we had any ipods. i wonder why. he also was doing backflips off the stage while one of the bands played. right after us, there was a jawbreaker cover band and they were awesome.

nashville was the dumbest show ive ever played. i never thought i would see actual skinheads at a show of that nature but i did. one of them kept running up and smacking this black kid in the back of the head. he also had a confederate flag tattoo over his heart. it made me sick. there was also some wicked clowns at the show, and if you dont know what that is, find out. we then stayed at "crazy e's" house, who was a crazy little man who drove a volkswagen beetle. his cat also was in there with him and was appropriately called mr.fuzzy. we asked him why he was called crazy e and he told us that when we didnt have a job, he would call into the local radio station durnig the traffic reports but instead of vehicle traffic, he would talk about drug traffic. basically he would tell everyone what types of drugs were in town at the time, which ones were good, bad and cheap. he also had a skullet and a second bug that had eagels painted on it and shit.

tupelo mississippi was really fun. we played in a skateshop. the dude who ran it was nineteen years old and was telling us the reasons why he carries a handgun on him. the second amendment. his reasoning was pretty bogus. we also ventured to holly springs mississippi to go see graceland too, which is some crazy dude, paul mcleod, who has dedicated his life to gathering up as much elvis junk as he can. he had all these crazy stories about cash, which is his favourite thing. he also did a dance and said "did you hear that? thats my dick slapping against my leg! im hung like a horse! im a bad cat!!!" he destroyed a 24 of coca cola everyday and apparently that made him horny, which was another reason his wife left him, other than being a crazy elvis fan. definitely worth the 5 bucks.

the drive to oklahoma city was the longest ever but was totally worth it. the show was really cool and we met a bunch of awesome people. the gas there was really cheap. and that was it.

we finally made it to texas and everything really is bigger down there. we played in fort worth and the show was insane. everybody was partying, the cops drove by, we stopped playing for five minutes and then started up again. i met the dallas/fort worth version of knightbus, who actually managed to be the more annoying version than him. hes 19 and hes a virgin, so knightbus was already one up on him. alyssa even "fought" him. he also wouldnt shut up about he has a "tenga" which is this new pocket pussy thing. knightbus, if you are reading this, you are definitely cooler than him. then it got really fucking cold (its fucking texas, it shouldnt of gotten cold) and i had the chilliest sleep ever.

the next night was austin. we played at this place that had a show going on inside and one going on outside in an awning over it. we played outside. it felt like playing in a level in guitar hero, minus the fans waving their hands back and forth. we played with a band called the flood, pretty much the weirdest dudes ever. their band was like a high school band, they had the worst banter between songs and their songs were slow and boring. at least they made nice posters.

in las cruces we played at a bar that was across the street from the courthouse where billy the kid was sentenced to hang. the var that we played in was where billy the kid's lawyer and son were shot to death. basically it was the place where shit went down in the wild west.

albuquerque was definitely interesting. we played the worst show ever to 5 people but it didnt really matter because we got added on last minute.

the desert is cool. we saw a forest fire. we saw a donkey.

the country city.

im currently in nashville waiting to play a really shitty show with see you next tuesday and i wrestled a bear once. i will let you figure out what kind of bands these are based on the greats names they have given themselves. anyways, at least birmingham had a statue that turned into a pentagram and for some reason it was in front of a church. 

gainesville.

is one of the greatest places, if not THE greatest place in the united states. i cant wait to go back there one day.

the beach.

is where i have been for the past two days. the water is warm like a bath, i am getting a great tan.

im coming home with so many new records.

let the good times roll.

swam in the ocean, awesome waves. hot dog picnic on the beach.

got retarded after the show with some really cool people. another party is planned for tonight.

this country is still fucked, but georgie's house still looks good. baltimore was fucked, what a shithole, at least we got free pizza.

richmond is nice. we got free sushi. ya thats right stef, I ATE SUSHI.

trains.

last night we played in cincinnati and four people got shot in the city. also, there was a huge trainyard behind the loft space and the braking trains sounded like screaming kids.

gary.

i can now say that i have been to the coolest place in the world; gary, indiana. 

but seriously, it was so fucking weird, ive never seen so many abandoned buildings in my life in such a small area. 

bloomington, illinois was insane, we went to a dance party where there was an 8yr old singing and her dad was "spinning" or whatever. the poor little girl looked frightened as fuck.

the usa.

is basically like a rotting corpse thats been fucked in so many horrible ways.

gatorade.

london = too many beer bongs.

whippet lounge was lame. dredwig is a fucking asshole. refused to pay any of the bands but jamie fought the good fight and got some money for the bands. the girl who was apparently doing the show had drawn on eyebrows. what a fucking jugallette freak.

last night we played at fanshawe college in london. so much free food and beer. it was insane. they just straight up gave us a bottle of jager. we played, people liked, we sold a shit load of stuff, me and mitch hung out and chanted, he showed pictures of his cats to girls, jamie pressured kids into buying stuff. we got so ripped, it ruled. mitch wanted to get ice cream at a burger king and while we were ordering, we just blasted rammer into the speaker.

today, i am a mess.

signatures.

i found out some other random details about my evening in toronto. i love pizza but i brought it to a completely new level. in this pizza place near where we were, i was waiting in line to get a slice. well i didnt feel like waiting so i decided to jam my fingers in the display case to try and reach the pizz. well that didnt work at the display case was starting to fall on me. marc had to come in and take the thing off of me, which led me to start shaking my fingers and yelling "OWWWW." the funny thing is is that we had half a pizza that was given to us in the van. at one point marc mentioned it to me and my reply was "would you shut the fuck up about that pizza marc! theres shrooms on that pizza." obviously there wasnt any shrooms on it let alone normal mushrooms.

mississauga was really fun. we played at a small bar called marcello's. the show was free so lots of people showed up. we got some free beer and free food, which was awesome. the owner of the bar, who's name was marcello, bought me a scoth after i told him that i was of scotish decent. he then told me that i was a real good fucking kid. he made us sign one of our cd's so he could put it up on his wall of fame. there also this other girl who bought a cd and wanted us to sign it. doing shit like that is actually really embarrassing . she then proceeded to ask us if we jack off into socks. it was a bit bizarre.

woodstock was yet another shit show. never have i been given so much free beer. the show was cool, lots of young kids but they stayed and listened. some little guy bought a shirt and asked if jamie could sign it. after the show we went to a restaurant called crabby joe's, where on monday nights they have these things called "schooners". its basically like buying a 40 at a bar. dan, the dude who put on the show, bought us a bunch and the his friend bought a couple more. we ate about a million salty peanuts and at the table next to us, there was a birthday party going on. the waitress brought out a little cake and everyone sang happy birthday. us being ther shitheads we are started throwing peanut shells all over the place. the place closed at one, so we went to charlie's across the street. on monday nights they have karaoke. all hell broke loose. more beers were bought, and the first song got called. jamie sang ace of spades by motorhead and marc and dave from vatican chainsaw massacre "rocked out" in front of him. the locals seemed to be a little taken aback. then this girl that was a friend of dan's started spitting beer on people. she spat beer right in marc's face, who then twisted it out of his beard into a glass and gave it to dave, who actually drank it. she then proceeded to spit beer into the mouth of dave about 4 or 5 times in a row. jamie then sang dragula by rob zombie. the "sexy" MC was pretty into it all. to finish off the night, jamie sang in da club bu 50 cent. we were all dancing on the dance floor having a blast when a girl who was with us burst onto the floor with no pants on. the floor cleared out in a hurry. it was basically the craziest monday night of my life.

last night we played in kitchener. it was a house show and it was a pretty good turnout. one of the dudes at the house made us some really good soup. i leanred about the term "freegan", which probably has to be one of the dumbest things ive ever heard of. basically, you can eat whatever you want as long as it comes out of a dumpster. i dont even know why you would give a label to that. anyways, the soup was good.

barrie show with the bats got cancelled, so we came to CJ's and are probably going to go see bruce and the dudes in attack in black record today and then go to the falls tonight.

we all still wish colin was here.

wayne gretzky.

brantford = push mosh fest. the show was cool, saw some funny shit, met some weirdo people, especially the girl wearing platform pleather sandals that she probably picked up at hart. the rest of her get-up was no better. she was chubby and shouldve not been wearing the pleather mini skirt/belly top/tube top combo she had going on. she told us that she had lost 3 or 4 cell phones this summer and that she was just going to get a land line because theres no way you can lose one of those. all in all, brantford was pretty funny.

now, ive been to toronto a bunch of times and every time i manage to get pretty rowdy, but nothing compared to last night. the show was fun, we had another hot dog cook out and drank some beers at the venue. the show was good, there was a decent turnout. after that, we collectively took our lives in our hands and drove up to college and bathurst to see if against me was actually going to play at sneaky dee's. they didnt so we went to some other bar, which i didnt even realize was different, i still thought we were at sneaky's. sarah lutz and CJ slam 5 pitchers down on the table. we were all already drunk enough. shit got out of hand, beer was spilled. on the walk back to the house we were set to sleep at, i decided to run as fast as i could down the street. as many of you know, when im out of my mind i tend to run in the direction of either pizza, more beer, or somewhere to sleep. this morning i woke up in an audi using a leather jacket as a blanket. i have no clue how i ended up there, i had all my id's, there was no blood in my underwear, no signs of anything bad. it was really fucking weird. the others were considering calling the police to see if i was picked up and put in the drunk tank for the night. in the morning after trying to figure where the hell i was, i went back to the van and as i was walking by sneaky's, jamie came out and yelled my name. my weird as hell journey was over.

we went to the baseball game today, that was cool. i wanted to kill the fucking kid who was sitting behind me. we went to a vegetarian food festival and i ate a really crappy cookie.

im not living right now, simply existing.

dale.

after much debate, the new van's name is dale. the thing that sealed the deal was when we got the tire changed in halifax, the dude who did was named dale. so there you have it.

funniest tour moment so far: our e3vening in halifax.

a close second goes to marc asking for mais-souffle in french in possibly the most english accent ever.

and an honourable mention goes to the weird/goth/nu-metal girl who asked me where i got my tragedy shirt.

montreal tonight, should be awesome.

the crystal palace.

we played in moncton last night. no one showed up but we met the dudes in hardcharger, they were really really nice. we grilled up some hot dogs in a parking lot. drove back after the "show" and saw one dead deer and one living one. the highway we were driving down was seriously the darkest ive ever been on. tonight we played in fredericton and it was pretty cool. we played in hardcharger's basement. jamie drank this cinnamon rhum and got pretty drunk. people in the maritimes are super nice, although i cant wait to get back to quebec where beer is cheap. tomorrow we're in quebec city.

tour song so far; "homecoming" by the teenagers.

ill see some of you in montreal on thursday.

kissing the cod.

first weekend of tour is coming to an end. the maritimes have been awesome. the van is excellent on gas. the truro show was full of people, we played in the basement of a park building. went to a weird party after the show. in the morning the kids dad came into the living room and said "I WANT MY HOUSE BACK." he then proceeded to walk around and scowl, then came up to our van with an acoustic guitar and a bong and asked us if they were ours. 

halifax was hilarious. we played an awesome house show in a very small basement. jamie had to stand sideways with his head between the ceiling beams. we then went to gus' pub  for thrashfest 08. on a side note, beer here is fucking expensive. so we have not really been partying all that much. we went to the show not thinking we were going to get any beer or anything. we show up to the show and its a filled with metal freaks and other odd characters. a dude in a black leather cloak and staff directed us to our parking spot. we played, went over surprisingly well. people went apeshit for us, people were flying into the monitors and as jamie put it, they were "washing up on the stage". during al of this, our new friend mark black, who booked the house show, was buying us beer after beer. marc's old friend from thunder bay was there too and she was doing the same thing. we all got ridiculously drunk and caused mayhem. marc was throwing his beer bottles everywhere and demanded a free pitcher, which we actually got, jamie climbed on top of the ATM which i was having a "moment" adam was chatting up the weirdest people, including a 40 year old clairvoyant named carol. i passed out in the van, which is very comfortable to sleep in.

charlottetown was yesterday. the show was cool. lots of people. adam had some gear issues. we said goodbye to come clean and the wishlist. went back to he house that we were supposed to play at with lords. the dudes here are hilarous. i watched them play the new grand theft auto and their commentary was really funny. people out here are so friendly. the dude whos house it is let us eat all of his food.  his dog also lied on top of my for awhile, and it was big and also had the flopiest vagina and way too many huge nipples. 

next is moncton, then we head back to quebec. everyone should come to the show in mtl at the lbh. dont use the lame excuse that its too far, just come and hang out. 

i will start posting pictures soon.

mary gallagher

watch out if you take the bus, you might get beheaded. i cant believe that is a true story. im repulsed yet fascinated at the same time.

on a lighter note, the black ships tour is really coming together. ive only got under 10 dates out of 80 to book. im a bit sad that im going to miss the fall in montreal since its my favourite time of year but maybe leaving town is a good thing. last year i got run over. im hoping for a better october 20th this year in tupelo missisippi.

i miss max.

crocoricooooo.

why do people wear crocs with socks? why you would crocs in the first place is beyond me, but it looks ridiculous.

vision.

I CAN SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

sippy sack.

i cant believe that i slept on knapsack for ALLLLLL these years. i remember seeing the name and never checking them out. this shit is so good.

everyone should envy libby, she got to slightly experience my dispatcher ralph aka fat bastard.

ohhhcaca

dont take my posts literally, E-WORLDDDDDDDD. BEING time, dont let me down.

dead?

no im not dead to the e-world. life is just a little bit too busy to be writing boring meaningless shit on here. but now father time as let me have some, so ill write something.

i have the worst burn of my life, it sucks. i couldnt work today, my foot somehow got swollen, which is fucked. besides that, hampton beach sum 08 was a blast. i somehow managed to not get drunk, which is a rare occurance, ill just have to make it up next year. the canadian border guard is my cousin's cousin, so technically we're not related although im sure theres some weird name for the connection. regardless, i could've come across with about a million cases of beer and as many bottles of canadian club as i wanted. oh well, too bad. small world? i think so.

other than that, im getting eye surgery. no more glasses, no more contact lenses. now i get to sleep wherever i want and i dont have to worry about my lame contacts. hopefully there arent any complications. fingers crossed.

in memorium.

dear chubbz,

you were the coolest van ever.

take care

saturday

there will be a van party somewhere in downtown montreal. it will be the last hurrah for chubbz as i will not be renewing the plates. come party one last time in the belly of the party beast. this is for anyone who has ever spent some time or maybe never even got to ride in him. tell stories, drink beer, piss out the hole in the floor and possibly listen to 90's pop punk. call me if you want to come or leave me a message. who knows, maybe the squirrel that was living in him will come party too.

ps. this is not an opportunity to trash him since i am trying to sell him.

we live in a world.

here is an angry list.

1. if you have kankles and are a fat obese piece of shit, dont try running across the road. what the fuck is up with fat people? i saw a woman at the children's hospital who could literally crush a small child with her fat ass.

2. if you dont like the city and all of us CrAzY people that live in it, dont fucking come here. you got what was coming to you.

3. montreal cops are the most power hungry pieces of shit known to man.

4. mcgill bros deserve to be u-locked.


here is a good list.

1. so many beers, soooooooo many.

2. bikes.

3. stef anderson.

4. stef anderson and her hockey fight fighting tactics.

5. jugs of carlo rossi.

6. stealing muffins.

7. going to bed when the sun is coming up and not doing drugs to achieve that.

8. slipping down a very slippery path.



we live in a world.

garlic breath.

pumped that i didnt blow a bunch of money of food last night, although the stealing of pizza crusts was taken to a whole new level. why do those pizza places put so much damn garlic on their pizz? i was slizzin' all over the place last night.

my farts smell.

shake this.

for the second night in a row, im really drunk. not as bad as last night, but still drunk enough. i biked all over the city today which ruled. my mom called me a bum, which also ruled. i love the "summer". more bike riding tomorrow.

wish you were here stef!

working for the weekend.

i am a can-man.

burgers rule.

i puked on emma's leg.

forever fucked.

the van is dead. this is really the straw that broke the camel's back. im tired of getting it fixed and i think its tired of driving around with 2 tons worth of people and gear in it. good enough run but im admitting defeat.

as if things could get any worse, i am currently getting over having pink eye, and i also have a chest infection. what the fuck?

as if things could actually get worse, i was given a ticket today for being parked in a delivery zone. thing is, i have a delivery plate. pretty bizarre huh? the day theres actually somewhere to park along that road and i dont have to tell someone with a normal plate to move, theres a fucking over zealous pig there handing out tickets like coors light during spring break daytona. the montreal police force is a joke, their officers are jokes and i fully encourage everyone to fuck with them any chance you get. theres no way in hell im paying that fucking ticket.

fuck this stupid fucking world.

mini man

today i saw a miniature man. not a midget, not a dwarf, just a very small, very cute man.

WHY?

UGGZ are the ugliest form of shoe apparel ever to grace the earth. theres nothing worse than seeing some frumpy girl with a worn out pair of UGGZ.

mansions and unwelcome floors.

i spent last weekend in nyc. left montreal way later than we had wanted to. the border took a long time but we got through no problem. my car decided to stop working right after albany but then decided to start working again aout 5 minutes later. definitely the weirdest thing a vehicle has done to me. got to nyc at around 10. watched STREETS practice and started destroying a 30 pack. went and ate the best pizza ive ever had in my life and then went to a mansion party which was HIPSTER CENTRAL. definitely an odd vibe at the party, in the end we stayed on the floor. me and stef slept in a pretty big closet. woke up and pretty much got kicked out. saturday we walked around williamsburg and went to a rad music store. i bought a ludwig super sensitive snare which rules so much. the venue we played at was really awesome. it was the basement of a cafe called the cake shop. the show fucking ruled, it was one giant party. imagine 100-150 people just partying while youre playing. so fucking awesome. STREETS ruled as well, people went apeshit, especially scott. chevy's farts were incredibly putrid all weekend.

barn burner, adult crash free show at the blackdot friday. bring beer, bring party.

the city of giant holes.

ive never seen a city with so many pot-holes. and not just little holes, big fucking ones that span to lanes that you cant avoid. its fucking ridiculous. well my car finally fell victim to one, and i had to get a new tire. oh well, life goes on.

new york city this weekend will be a blast. hopefully i will find a garmin gps, for cheap as well as a new ipod and a ton of new vans. im also happy that i can finally take stef to new york.

ive never been so happy for rain in my life. it means this snow will start to go away, ive had enough of winter, but im sure everyone feels the same way so i wont go on a rant.

this summer i will try to do more of these things...

-biking
-swimming
-being outside
-mind melting drugs
-more rollercoasters
-more camping
-more waterslides

that seems about right.

another day

its been awhile.

unfortunately, one of my best friends has gone on to whatever is out there. we got to spend 15 awesome years together. he was a funny guy. when i was a little boy he knew at what time i would be coming home from school at and would lick my tears if i was sad. im going to miss him a lot, i already do. its weird to come home sometimes to an empty house.



see you later, max.

friday night we rounded up quite an impressive crew and headed over to pang pang. havoc ensued and it turned into a wild party, as usual. proof:


too bad coco bear wasnt there for this.




little did we know that there was a camera in the room. maybe thats why we didnt get snacks...

running reds

waxblender reunion last night. barn burner played, as well as trigger effect and adult crash. i missed kill my friends. it brought back a lot of memories. if you missed out, you suck. dan also shotgunned his first beer during the barn burner set. theres a first for everything.



skunk 4 lyfe.

le trash

black ships played in ste-hyacinthe last night. small town crowds always go nuts. it was a fun show. a punk on heroin made fun of us apparently.

the big 10 crusade has started up again. the one i drank last week made me feel like i was on drugs. i dont how i will survive the alley challenge with jamie and ben.

keep on keeping on.

mudhill

i decided to spend my friday night in the comfy confines on my house. ive rehashed my love affair with samiam, i forgot how much i liked them. i dont know many people who are into them either. apparently there are two taylor freunds in the world. the other one is a girl who lives in LA, according to facebook. i spent the night looking up people from my past on it, all thanks to stef's account. i like keeping my life a mystery from most people. i like real human interaction. i found out that someone i went to high school with is gay, which in retrospect makes a ton of sense. anyways, it seems like spray tans are the cool thing to get if you went to macdonald high. yikes.

no life for grumpy old men.

in a week from now, how would you describe today's weather as being? icy, cold, SLIPPERY, SLIPPY SLIP, windy, FUCKING windy bla bla bla. why am i saying this? ill tell you; those were the elements that i faced at work today. since the terrific street system of montreal is my workplace, these factors made my day somewhat of a challenge. cars were sliding everywhere on the ice covered streets. and, once again, the city managed to take its sweet time putting salt down. the later only added to my anger. as i was driving down des pins avenue towards st-denis, i noticed the traffic light was red so i started slowing down leaving AMPLE stopping distance. after tapping the brakes, my car began to slip and so did my memory as i held onto the brake pedal for way too long which sent me into a very long slide down the street towards a honda civic. an old man was crossing the street at st-denis and saw me sliding down the road. i eventually slid and bumped the curb with finally came to a stop. crisis averted. meanwhile, said old man decides that i am an idiot and starts yelling at me. this, amongst many other things, only heightens my anger for old men, or on a more broad note, old people in general. maybe it is because i dont have any elderly figures in my life that i see on a consistent basis, but i fucking hate old people. but this is no OLD man. this is not like my great-uncle who is 92. this is a fucking baby boomer old man. probably between 65-70, desperate to have some sort of rejuvenation in his life.can anyone think of a more annoying generation of people. FACE THE FACTS: YOURE TURNING INTO THE ELDERLY. YOU GET REDUCED FARE ON THE BUS. YOU GET DISCOUNTS ON EVERYTHING. but who am i kidding, you dont need those discounts, youre a boomer, you used to be some wild child turned corporate business person. you make me sick. i cant stand you. even after pulling up next to said boomer and saying "c'etait la glace," he still decided to yell at me. i really like the way these people think they are still 21 years old and can trash talk anyone who gets in their way. well talk away old man, one day someone is going to lace you in the face.

dear chubbz

i knew you werent dead. shame on everyone and anyone who thought you were dead. you now have new legs and new eyes. i always knew you had it in you.
i love you
taylor

saturday

this weekend was our record release at blackdot. i have never seen so many people there. over 100 people paid to get so including all the bands and people associated with the blackdot, there must of been 130-140 people there. it was nice to see a lot of friends come out. its been decided that we cant ever play last at a show with a lot of bands because we cant hold it together until we play. either way, it was an awesome night.

the week flew by, the weekend is here. i bought new pants, i am a new man, new pants are awesome.

black ships is going to be playing a couple of shows with trap them. super stoked about that.

bring on the pabst.

party week continues?

after almost three months of not being able to work, i finally started up again today. now i get to be by myself with my two friends, big raspy ralphie boy and AM radio. i actually am glad to be working today and even happier that they gave me my routes back. big big big money for meeeeeeeeeeee.

party week was rad, but so rad that i had to keep it going by myself. even after saying i was going to take it easy this weekend i still managed to get mangled both nights. korova was filled with mcgill jocks. lower st-laurent is really going downhill...

i think there should just be parties in the van every weekend.

the curve of the earth

first post of 2008. here we go.

new years was lame as usual. i cant stand it, i could care less that we are a year further away from the past and a year closer to the end of the world. i guess the only good thing about it is spending time with your friends, but we do that every weekend anyway.

january 1st, 2008 consisted of waking up at 7am, then spending 11 hours in the van driving to london, ontario. our gas lines froze, we stalled, we slipped, we got gas line antifreeze, we drove on. we almost got clipped by a huge bus, which, ironically, was involved in a 7-10 car pill-up down the road. those buses drive way to crazy in storms. the show went well, the whippet lounge is quite the venue. with only one lightbulb, it was pretty dark, not to mention that the heating hasnt been on in five years, or so ive heard. in the end, both bands played well. we went back to the dudebox, the normal hang out for barn burner when we are in london. first time for marc, jamie, julien and adam to meet chance. imagine about 10 dudes in a kitchen drinking beer and telling really stupid stories. chugged a bunch of whiskey and slammed our fists on the kitchen island. the night ended with nick ball drinking some jim bean with a banana at the bottom of it and puking it back into his mouth.

january 2nd, 2008 started off surprisingly well. no hang over, no feeling like shit. me, adam and marc ate at a chinese buffet while the other dudes went to talbot square family restaurant where the staff is literally 400 years old combined and only about 5 people work there. the show that night was in the beautiful town of niagara falls. we played in a tiny cafe called bad vuguum. the owner gave adam some weed (surprise, surprise) and the show went really well. good turnout, lots of good vibes. after the show, we went to dan and ian of attack in black's house. it was a beautiful house and ian made us a tasty meal. proceeded to drink a ton of beer and stay up all night with jamie and ball. ended up running around naked, much to the joy of nick ball, who oddly enough loves to get naked with his bro's. we gave marc a naked elbow drop. possible pictures to come.

january 3rd, 2008 was the day that we were slated to play in toronto. we drove in early because a lot of us had to get some stuff done. scott had a meeting for his label so we split ways. we walked around for a bit but it was blisteringly cold so ball called up one of his notorious "best buddies". we went to this really nice townhouse, filled with jock dudes. it was definitely weird. chevy, julien and adam took some of the gnarliest dumps ive ever smelled in my life. we went to the venue which was an african restaurant just on the outskirts of kensington market. they spoke french and were watching tv5. african art adorned the walls. toronto always has some bizarre venues. regardless, the show was packed, everyone played well. it was an absolute gong show. sara lutz showed up and joyed the world with her tales of mischief. julien proceeded to get hammered, giving away me and jamie's beer in the process to van full of beer-less girls. after asking them if he could watch them pee, he was ready to head back to the forgiving arms of lutz. while hailing a cab to go back home with her, jamie is screaming at the top of his lungs "DEGEULLASSE!!!!!!!" wrath was there and surprisingly enough, was acting pretty normal. while all this is going on, she busts out a bottle of wine and a 40 of vodka. we finished loading the trailer, which took way too long, and headed over to ronnie's pub. mikey and liam of the cancer bats showed up and we partied until the bar closed. marc managed to break a table and meet a girl he hasnt seen since junior high school. on the walk back to our friend chaz's place, shit started to hit the fan with wrath. she wouldnt go home even though she lived two seconds away from the bar. it started as a normal argument, but then turned into a full blown shouting match wich was getting pretty crazy. during the hight of the argument, marc yells out "THATS IT, IM GOING TO PISS ON HER!" but doesnt do it because at this point wrath is crying. i have never seen someone trying so desperately to come and hang out. went back to chaz's and partied until the sun came up.

january 4th, 2008 started off with a drive over to sneaky dee's for some lunch. we left and headed for guelph with a ninth member in the van, the one and only CJ. he bought us a flat and we proceeded to get shitty before playing a pretty good show at the shadow. i went to take a shit and saw a nice cockroach on the floor. thats the shadow for you. went back to nick ball's after the show and adam was in awe at all the hockey sticks that ball's dad has from the games greatest stars. some funny pictures were taken and ill try to post them soon. ate chicken wings and drank a unch of beer and fell asleep to the wonderful snores of jamie, cj and scott.

january 5th, 2008 saw us rising and eating bacon sandwiches and talking with ball's dad. we started the long drive up to sudbury. got there with no problems and went and ate supper at marc's parents house. played an awesome show and unfortunetly ran into some problems after the show with the van. the lights kept switching on and off and apparently we missed a pretty sweet party. oh well. instead i got a really good sleep, something i was due for.

january 6th, 2008 was the longest drive except for that first one. everything was going fine until we got pulled over by the cops because of the lights flickering again. everyone panicked because we had 8 in the van, about ten million beer cans, 5 hits of acid and about half the people in the van were stoned, including marc who was riding shotgun. as fate would have it, the cop came up on marc's side, which was a good thing because the driver's side window doesnt go down anymore. the cop was nice and wished us luck. we had to hook up some fog lights at a canadian tire in deep river. i dont know how someone can live in a town with only 2500 people. it must be so suffocating, i would go crazy. i like to be alone, but not that alone. we made it to ottawajust in time for the show, which, again, went really well. it was a good way to cap off the tour.

on the drive home, the transmission decided to not shift out of first gear anymore. i believe it might be time to get a new one, or maybe say goodbye to chubbz, which would make me cry. i think that pulling all that weight probably put a lot of stress on it.

all in all it was a great week. awesome shows, a lot of new and old friends and a lot of laughs.