So if you've read any of my previous entries you may have noticed that I am a bit of a musicophile. More specifically, a Canadian (and even more specifically Toronto) musicophile. I am constantly amazed by the spectacular art that comes out of a city that I have lived in all my life and for the most part I am generally unimpressed with. There really is no other word for my relationship with Broken Social Scene than to call it an addiction, so I thought I would share the song that started it all. In 2002 I was in the passenger seat of a car in Scarborough with the windows open stopped at a traffic light when I was immediately struck by the sounds coming from the car beside us. Going against everything in my nature, I stuck my head out the window and asked the other driver what they were listening to. It was Last Place, and the rest, as they say - is history.
Last Place
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Feel Great Lost
Posted by Sarahmouche at 5:44 PM 2 comments
Labels: Broken Social Scene
Monday, September 21, 2009
You're shitting me right?
"Metric are the Nickelback of Canadian indie music." says Cameron Reed. As a Canadian who is a tireless supporter of all of the GREAT Canadian music that is out there, I am offended on so many levels by this comment. I do not include Nickleback on my list of great Canadian music, hell they're barely even music, let alone great. The best I can say about them is that at least they all actually play instruments. To compare Metric to such pedestrian fluff is like comparing Leonard Cohen to Avril Lavigne - it just don't fly.
Strangely, I am unable to find any of Cameron's 'music' online to listen to so that I can compare it to something equally as shitty as Nickleback.
Once again, I say that I hate it when stupid people review art, it's so ugly.
Excuse me while I head out to go and see Metric live at the Polaris Awards - which would be awards for great Canadian music, funny how Nickleback has never even made the long list for Polaris . . .
Posted by Sarahmouche at 6:32 PM 1 comments
Saturday, September 19, 2009
This is what cool sounds like
Everyone should be listening to Afie Jurvanen all day, every day. Dude has skills.
Caught Me Thinking
Already Yours
Posted by Sarahmouche at 7:11 PM 0 comments
Labels: Afie Jurvanen, Bahamas
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
That's it . . .
I have decided I'm just gonna change my name to Mrs. Benchetrit and see if I can get away with it . . .
The Assasination of Dow Jones
A word has not yet been coined to express how I feel about Ohad's music.
Posted by Sarahmouche at 9:11 PM 0 comments
Labels: Years
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Wow
I have been addicted to this song lately - the video quality sucks, but if this song does not make you NEED to move you are dead inside.
Posted by Sarahmouche at 8:26 AM 0 comments
Labels: Stevie Wonder
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Moving
Rarely would I say a commercial is art, but I make this exception. What a magnificent representation of all of the magic that goes on behind those doors.
Posted by Sarahmouche at 8:42 PM 0 comments
Labels: life