Wednesday, March 25, 2009

a brief education in counter culture

So Loop and I went to see RESET tonight. Amazing punk band from the late 90's, recently resurfaced in 2008 with a new album and a tour that finally hit London, ON. It was good to have em' back. They still shred. 

Last time I saw these guys I was still in high-school and the show started n' ended at the same time when they came out on stage n' announced that they literally just broke up and they weren't playing. A huge bummer that turned out to be one of my wildest memories in live music history. Count how many times one of your fav bands came to town to tell you they were done. No soup for you! 

I learned a lot tonight. It didn't take a lot to learn it. Phil, the guitarist and sharing lead vocalist of the band is the only remaining member of the original RESET. He is truly what this whole article is about. He showed me along with everyone else, who knew it or not, what devotion was all about. The show was awesome enough to please a sold out crowd, but there was a bare minimum crowd there. I think Loop counted about 22 people, like the deadest I've seen it after ten o'clock. But they still gave it. 
Afterwards we helped em'  move their shit into the van, supplied the papers and smoked an "un-filtered, no ta-back" joint with Phil and I think the drummer, Marten.  Loop n' I realized pretty soon that compared to Phil, the other two dudes in the band were still pretty new to living in the counter culture, but they were on their way . Only a matter of tours, a matter of time. Meanwhile Phil broke it down to us, exactly what the hell he'd been doing to resurrect the once stellar punk band, and how he's now a goddamn phys. ed teacher. He's a smart cat who some would say got left behind, but I would argue the opposite. For reasons I don't totally understand, yet I still respect, he chose to remain. Playing music he wants to hear. Music he loves as much as we do. Probably more. Either way, he showed us some true colors and I still haven't hit my point here. When RESET broke up, some of the old members emerged as new band that made us all throw up in our mouths. They were called A Simple Plan.  I'd like to think the die hard RESET fans got their angst out when we peppered Pierre with garbage while Simple Plan played their first warped tour and he called us all "racists" because we didn't like their whiney pop-punk bullshit. Some people would argue that Simple Plan does have some catchy guitar riffs n' licks despite all sucky lyrics. I had good laugh tonight when I found out that they paid Phil quite favorably to write the majority of awesome guitar parts. They couldn't even do it themselves....  wankers.  
As Loop and I walked to the show through the galleria parking, which is free after midnight now, we talked about the tempting difference between the moral majority culture, which makes up about 80% of our population and the counter culture (20% beauties) who fill in the rest with a sweet vengeance.  Phil is one hundred percent part of that twenty percent. He's been on big tours, he's tasted how good it could be. A solid band on the forefront of Canadian punkrock and beyond and he didn't brag about any of that shit. He didn't slag off in the hotel room and talk about how much better it used to be. He hung out like it was happening for the first time... all over again. And he still dug it. He was on a mission to bring it all back. And although the crowd at the office tonight was crushing to the ego, well, he read one of those Ekhart Tolle books and said fuck the ego! 

I guess in the end, I didn't exactly lay down in great savory detail what tonight was all about for me. But that happens sometimes. You get inspired. It leaves a mark, but you can't give it back quite yet. I don't know. 

Sunday, March 22, 2009

the temporary hood

My temporary neighborhood is bigger than I'm used to. It consists of very tall apartment complex's, rising up like miracle trees of modern science. Except, let's shoot the metaphor right now without regard and face the facts. High rises and smart-centeres are appearing out of nowhere much more than they should, where they are wanted a lot more by the yuppies than they are needed by the down-right real cats who choose to read stuff like this. 

Fuck me, I'm already getting way outta hand and off topic here. I enjoy these new surroundings for the time-being. Good amenities nearby. But definitely temporary for me. A few more months time and I'm sure I would start to become noticeably unbalanced. For now it's all just the humble beginning of yet another chapter in my life. Chapter 9.  How I got hear is pretty irrelevant. Doesn't really matter for now. All you need to know is what I know; I'm a 26 year old dude, still making moves to find his path. Here's a chart.


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>DISCOVERY OF SELF 

WITHIN SURROUNDINGS/ SOCIETY


>>DISCOVERY OF PERSONAL LIFE PATH 

(this path, if chosen wisely and followed diligently leads to...)


>>>DISCOVERY  OF PLACE/ FINDING THE NICHE


>>>>LIVING THE DREAM OR SETTLING DOWN CONFIDENTLY 

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Some people never even get on a path to find out where it leads. Some people spend a great amount of their years tripping down many different paths, trying eagerly to find their place in the world- their title. Where everything in life becomes a lot clearer. If you're lucky enough to reach that then you can pretty much breath easy and know that you're livin' it up the way you're supposed to. Good time to start reproducing. 


I've been hopping from one path to another for what feels like quite some time now but when I talk to cats on the cusp of turning 40, they tell me I've only just begun. I really don't know who to listen to anymore. But another freshly seeded path is set to be journeyed down and this time I'm ready for damn near anything. Just gotta get my taxes done before I take the plunge. Only the spirits know how long it'll be before I emerge again. Possibilities are endless once again....finally. 



I walked in tonight and found this fortune cookie script laying on the floor...


" You can't build a reputation on what you're going to do."  What a skull-fuck! The forces are talking more specifically now: get off your ass!  


I thought I was already up n' going, but I'm still jogging through the haze of a half ass motivational front. Sure, I may have some people fooled, but they don't know me like brethren. The ones I would kill for and die for make up a very short list, but I suspect that they know I'm only going half ass on this devotion. And I am just as curious as  they are as to why I'm not giving this my undivided attention. I'm more than half way to getting there and I still don' t completely understand why I'm not one hundred percent into it 100% of the time. I'm still trying to find my old inspired self again. Maybe another visit to the cemetery is in order. Maybe for a longer, more significant amount of time. Don't leave until you honestly feel you've got some sort of direction. It worked before, just be open. I really don't have any guaranteed remedies to finding answers anymore, but lately I've found just walking around and taking the bus like in my days of innocence, as I refer to them, seems to conjure up a better sense of who I really am to the rest of this good city's people.  Unfortunately this is only a very small margin of  the audience I hope to get "indirect" feedback from.  By this I mean, not verbally but by body language and mannerisms. I have found an affinity in people watching, and I haven't truly realized it until I was forced to start taking the transit system again. I actually declined a ride today, knowing that it was a peak period to ride the bus and read my book as well as the fellow passengers who hoped on at every stop. Everyone on this planet has one great story that can be shared with the rest of us. This is a fact that blows my mind and keeps me talking to strangers. Eventually they're gonna share something significant. 


I'm beginning to feel things swinging my way again, setting up to launch out of this state of limbo and into a fast-paced future with lots of communication amongst everybody. It'll be an exciting time and I hope it lasts as long as possible and spreads like wildfire.



Wednesday, March 18, 2009

SEX is...

...one of our greatest benefits in the world.
...a feeding frenzy of conceivable fantasies and false hopes.
...good times for bad ideas.
...the skeleton key for the doors of human nature.
...Las Vegas.
...an amazing pleasure for the right people. 
...a tool of deceit for the wrong people.
...the currency in a realm of association.
...a hundred billion opinions.
...a dark and bottomless pit.
...an empire.

Sex is the ultimate co-ed sport, where the odds are always good and everyone (almost) always wins. 
It's so simple that it makes everything else in life complicated. And that, I think is what keeps us coming back for more. 

"Let's try to put a price on love tonight."
  -Brandon Aharan
 

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Best laid plans

Y'know those times when you're all stoked up and invincible on booze or substance with someone you may or may not know too well and you start rambling in over-confidence together about a plan to do something epic and it feels so honest n' true that it's all gonna happen? The both of you practically stamp it with no erasies, right there on the spot that whatever the hell you just built up together is "for real." You're not fuckin' around here. You seal the deal with an excited but serious handshake, high five, or maybe even a hug, depending how wasted you are. 

The next few hours to follow that monumental conversation are sweet as saccharine, but when you wake up the next day and recap all that transpired in the haze, you overlook the once brilliant, best laid plans and most likely laugh it off like it was nothing. Man were you ever knobbed up eh?

We as humans are so good at keeping the baddest of habits. One of the many downfalls of the average bear is the disbelief in success. We shrug small ideas and fantasies off  everyday and another potentially glorious roll of the dice gets tossed in the shitter. 
Meanwhile, people who make shit happen miraculously are the ones who know deep down that possibilities are endless. They know that ideas come from anywhere at anytime, sober or stupefied and it starts as a small seed that often requires some work before it produces anything good. 

 For a lot of us, the only time we allow our minds to run free is when we're under the influence. That's sad. Imagination is not dead, no matter how old you get.
This is the age of awareness. Start writing stuff down when you cook up a moment of greatness in your head. Bring the far-fetched dreams to life, cause you never know what or where it can get you. Drugs n' alcohol aren't always a viable source either. Sometimes just being outside and away from everybody is cool too. 

Monday, March 9, 2009

the world at large (part 1)

Try to picture the world and what it would look like if we were not inhabiting it. No buildings or roads. Nothing taken, nothing wasted. It's an awesome image to see but irony is a bitch isn't it. We'll never truly know what would "rule" the world in place of us. How beautiful it would be without our shit everywhere. So many questions brew up and I'm still sober as a priest....
Would certain species evolve to do things that we can't even fathom because we've oppressed their evolution by being here?  I'd put money on it. 
Would the tree n' plant population virtually take over the majority of the world's surface area?
Woah.  That's enough for tonight.



Sunday, March 8, 2009

"ORDINARY PEOPLE DO FUCKED UP THINGS 
WHEN FUCKED UP THINGS BECOME ORDINARY"
-propagandhi