I’ve been on this huge alt-country kick lately – I’ve really been into twangy guitar and banjo and that lilting Texalberta accent to music. I posted a call for good twangy music on my Facebook wall, and got more than 30 recommendations, but my favourite is someone I’ve been listening to for a while – Rae Spoon.

A transgendered Canadian art folk musician? Certainly. If you haven’t yet, check him out, and go see a show. I haven’t managed to do that yet.

Okay, speaking of Piper Davis (were we?) she’s playing on the 17th at The Biltmore with Wintermitts and Catlow for an Oxfam show. I’m going. Tickets are $15 in advance and $20 at the door, purchasable from your neighbourhood indie record store (not HMV, you fuck). Followed by the luxuriously hipster weekly dance party Glory Days, at which my dear friend Lindsay takes hot photos of hot mess teens and we’re-too-old-to-be-here jaded fucks in flannel who buy girls PBR in an effort to get laid -
okay –
there’s more to it than that, really. But I’ll be there, maybe with bells on. Maybe without. There anyhow. In any case.

What else? Fucking Metronomy, that’s what. October 13th, a friggin’ Tuesday, at the Red Room – I’m going to dance my face off and hopefully not have to deal with my so-wasted-she’s-crying friend afterward this time – that put a damper on my night! If student loans are for anything, it’s tickets to shows, right.

I’m 28 days in to my 365 day self portrait project and let me tell you I am frankly dissatisfied with the amount of effort I’ve put in to it. Come on now. I have potential, right? Ugh. And I’m tired of colour noise. Need a new camera? Maybe. New lens? Maybe. New eyes? Probably. Fuck me. Not literally, please. I’m bleeding.

20/365
Got some work done on my left shoulder. Gerry Kramer is the artist who’s thus far spent about 15 hours putting me through agony in exchange for money and/or my hard-earned time, in case you wonder. It (the shoulder) still isn’t done, but one or two more sessions (which mean trips to Victoria, hurrah!) and I’ll be fully outfitted with both spring and autumn. Then it’s on to the next big thing. I’ve got Ryan Mason in mind (and heart) for it.

There are horseshoes and metalsmiths on Davie St today. Lisa thinks it’s rad, and I’m sure it’s novel, if anything.

So lately I’ve been absolutely mad about Piper Davis. She’s an adorable little vixen who sings sweet old soul over electronic beats and dance bass, in tshirts and jeans and messy hair. The Peak’s rave article about Piper talks about her start in music and her experience at SFU studying music.

Makes me want to do it, too. And I really do. But go listen to her now please. I’ve been hitting her playlists at CBC Radio 3, MySpace and HypeMachine pretty hard.

Piper Davis at CBC Radio 3
Piper Davis at MySpace
Piper Davis at Hype Machine

I love it when local shit is bumpin awesome.