There are not words for how funny this is!

What can I say about this really? I'll just post it and continue with my laughing fit!!! Enjoy!

The Number of the Beast

There are not words to describe how freaking phenomenal last night was. I saw Iron Maiden live last night after years of looking for someone to go with me. There are not words to describe the raw talent of Bruce Dickinson - his vocals were amazing and he did not disappoint for an instant. Doesn't matter wht genre of music you are into - it is a show that is not to be missed. I have spent the entire day saying "pardon" and asking people to repeat themselves because I cannot hear a fucking thing, but it was more than worth the next few days walking around asking people to speak into my good ear.

On your marks . . . get set . . .go!!!!!!!!

Just when I was getting bitterly jealous of Australia and New Zealand for having BSS around, the silver lining to my grey cloud arrived. Kev at Lee's and tequila . . . what more could a Toronto girl ask for? This was far and away the most fun I had with 599 people who were all younger than me last year!!!

Beautifully shot and totally worth the wait - love George Vale's work (he has done lots of A&C videos - worth checking out). Enjoy - and if you don't, I don't wanna hear about it.




On a somewhat related note, I was pleased to see this - looks like the break up has not affected Kev and Feist's ability to make phenomenal music together.

Sublimely ridiculous

This picture has been making me deliriously happy all day, also, I am willing to own up to at least 50 of the 2300 plays of the Lucky Ones video posted yesterday on myspace. I am fully aware I need medical attention, but . . .

Happy Family Day

I have very few regrets in my life, but after spending a good portion of the day on Saturday as well as this afternoon with my sister, I realize how much I regret that I did not appreciate what a fantastic sister she really is until the past few years. Unfortunately, it took something sad for me to really see how freaking fantastic she is and I have since been constantly amazed at how strong and wonderful she is. She is really and truly my hero for life and I cannot possibly ever tell her exactly how much all the things she has done for me (many of which I did not even know about until recently) have meant and continue to mean to me every day. There was a time in her life when she really got the short end of the stick and although there was nothing I could do about it, I am truly sorry for the things that she missed because of what was going on in my life at the time. So on this, the very first actual stautory holiday known as "Family Day", I wish all of you a sister as fabulous as mine and I wish my sister all the joy and happiness in the world - she deserves it. And in her honour, I leave you with the King of all folky boys. Happy Family Day.

False idols

OK, so Vince Gill is my new hero - and I generally hate country music and all individuals involved in the making of it. Who in their right mind does not want to knock Kanye down a peg or 10? I am even willing to chip in for Vince's new bodyguard - one for him and another for Herbie Hancock - about freakin time. It's called karma folks - and it is moments like this that restore my faith in the universe. Kanye is a tool.

Never the twain shall meet

OK, so I had a conversation today that I have had many times in the past with many different people over the course of many years. The topic of said conversation was how any person blessed with the magical powers of hearing and the ability to count to 8 (don't even need to take off your shoes and socks for that one) could possibly not find the 1 in a piece of music. There are two kinds of people in this world - those who can find the 1 and those who sadly cannot and never the twain shall meet. It drives me absolutely insane when people clap on the wrong beat to a point that I actually grind my teeth - which I know is extreme, but it actually causes me physical pain to hear it. How can a person possibly not hear the difference between the 1 and the 4? Is there something missing in their brains? Is there something extra in my brain? I don't get it. I have tried to 'teach' people to find it but have had no success. This endeavour only serves to make me incredibly angry and test my patience.
How is it that I am able to teach a child of 3 years old to read, but I cannot teach a reasonably intelligent adult to properly count to 8? Can there be an island where only people who can count can live? If so, can I live there and guard the shores from the likes of dyslexic counters? For my part and in order to stop the insanity, I pledge to never engage in this ludicrous conversation ever again because it only serves to piss me the fuck off.