taps and vinyl

So it's been a hectic little while...I got dumped, my band broke up, I had a bit of a breakdown, I moved, I went to a couple record conventions, visited a friend in kingston, had people visit from out of town, and somehow managed to have a successful art show on top of it all.

I got to see Acid Mothers Temple again. A band called O'GOD (Over Gain Optimal-Death) opened for them and blew my mind so by the time the mothers got off the stage I felt like I had literally been mind fucked, but in a good way. I recommend these bands to anyone who can appreciate 20 minute psychedelic heavy bass trance-inducing fuzzy rock sets that are best ingested after a couple hits off the ol' bong or a hit of something that'll make your brains feel kinda funky.

It's funny. I go to these record conventions, but rarely buy a record. I find myself walking out
with old concert posters, rock bios, movies and back issues of Rolling Stone and Circus from the seventies.with interviews with the likes of Frank Zappa and Stevie Wonder from back in a time when music was actually music and not all this filler payola garbage dee-jays try to pass off as interesting in the slightest.

My kittens love their new home and Charly has developed a thing for my shower tap as you can see in the pictures that follow.




She does this every night when I get home. She sits there beside the shower looking at me making her little meeeerrrr sound until i turn the tap on just enough that it drips and then she goes nuts for it...it's the most heart melting thing around...if you're having a bad day i guarantee you come over and watch this go down you'll be smiling in a second...

sorry...I've become one of them crazy old ladies with nothing to do but talk about my cats...only I'm not old, well not really...


Next up: some random shots of the last month or so...there are a lot of them.