Weekend Concert and Weekday Sweat

You've been hijacked by emcee beautiful B. All airways and freeways are open to new speeds and detours. Now there is no stopping either you nor I.

I haven't been blogging recently because everything's going so fast, but I got pix from my home from a few weeks ago, and so I'll probably put them up periodically. I have lots up including more heros and perhaps some mid-summer Canadian politics.

These are my glasses that no one loves as much as me (no one even likes them but me). They have attitude though. My friend Kazuto says that what they express is "aggressive". I've had people shift away from me when wearing them. Others have commented that they look like ski goggles for seniors. I find that amusing. I had an eventful weekend with rock-climbing and a surprise (to me) concert at Toronto island featuring Broken Social Scene, The Serenest Republic, Modest Mouse (who were the headliners) and my personal favorite, Metric. I know all their songs and saw them two summers ago at Hillside Music Festival in Guelph.

My good old friend/brother Justin invited me. He's there being an actor and running a camp for children. We talked of getting rid of inhibitions, sang exhuberantly on the streets, and rode the ferry there together, until I had to be brother of the boy and hand him over to an anxious female escort. As for Metric: the music can be fast or slow, soothing, sweet or scathingly satiric. Besides the lead singer being such a succexy rocker, the music is awesome, and the lyrics are very clever. Take this for example:

"Every 10 year old enemy soldier thinks falling bombs are shooting stars, but she doesn't make wishes on them, instead when she wishes, she wishes for less ways to wish for, more ways to work towards it."

It highlights the irony in the determination of the weak and the exploited, and says a little something of our Western dreams and enemies. Each band was happy to be back in Canada from southern tours, because we have food here, we have nature here, it may be even hotter here than South Africa with the humidex factored in (as an aquaintance observed after coming back from there) but Canada is a wonderful place to live. I got one hell of a sunburn, and this week it has been hard to breath because my lungs fill up with water, but the gas-mask that I use at work helps somewhat.

Today was another long one. I was darkening myself with brown paint dust when finally lightning crossed the sky and we had to come down as to not make ourselves human electricity conductors on a metal stage hooked via cables to the top of a six storey building. I went home and jogged to try to sweat myself clean, but by the time I stepped out of the shower again, I was already sweating. Oh well, what are summers for? Now I need a nice, cold, slippery, pint. Oh!@ Hi Chris. Just a sec, I'm finishing up.