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Sunday, April 17, 2011

Running wild

When I was young
And moving fast
Nothing slowed me down

A tiny piece of paper falls out of my desk drawer and suddenly I'm a hot mess. Wounds resurface, things get misty and time starts to blur.

Three big gulps, two red cheeks and one pounding head later, this weary soul has hit the sheets.

And the rest is history.

History. The past. Dead and gone. Not to be repeated.

It's time to take out the trash.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Pen to the paper

I put the pen to the paper many nights ago


Happy Canadian Music Week!

Monday, February 14, 2011

So smooth now

We'll still be best friends when all turns to dust
 - "Excuses," The Morning Benders

Happy heart day, all.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Muse-ic Mondays: Issue 26

 "Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city?" 
- "Younger Days," Hooded Fang

In the brash, ruthless depths of winter, I increasingly find myself wandering these big city streets. Seduced by the crisp clarity that the sharp air brings, I opt for the long way home, wistfully passing by old haunts and curiously soaking up new sights. Bundled up and blissed out, music keeps me company.

Yet in the great spirit of urban hibernation, I don't have to wander very far to warm my music-loving ears. And what better way to fight the winter blahs than to cozy up with the local lays of Toronto's very own Hooded Fang?

 
[Artwork look familiar? The band's album cover was crafted by Honest Ed's sign painter Dougie Kerr.]

Hands down, Hooded Fang Album is the perfect winter weather soundtrack. Each one of the album's orchestral pop melodies fuses nostalgic, swaying narratives with a youthful warmth to create infectiously breezy songs with major toe-tapping appeal. Wistful without being overly woeful, Hooded Fang Album is one dangerously charming release.

I know, I know that the highway steam
Runs through our veins at the break of reason

p.s. You can also read my CD review on !earshot or stream the entire album online. Or you can just do yourself a favour and buy the album already.

Thank me later. Spring is nigh, my friends.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Heart skipped a beat

 Anyone else experience exceptionally bizarre yet remarkably insightful dreams in the wintertime?

Heart skipped a beat
And when I caught it
You were out of reach

Sunday, January 23, 2011

I am Jack's smirking revenge

"I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more." - Fight Club

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Along the way

Not my house
Just one I walk past
When I want to spend time with you
In my thoughts