Thursday, December 2, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Kingston-Ottawa-Montreal
A lovely trip, recorded poorly by yours truly. The shows were amazing and the trip was great apart from having our pedals stolen and those guys that tried to tear my limbs off because they thought I took their picture in Montreal. I don't think it was for religious/soul stealing reasons, rather, "I'm wanted in a few different countries and can't afford to have a record of my presence in this country" reasons. Other than that, fun abounds in the city of Montreal!
Take that, Phil Collins

Drew aka 'Cool Guy'

Surf's Up?!

We stayed at Frasier and Owen's place in Montreal. They have a nice table and stuff!

Kingston - the City of Breakfast
These pancakes were incompatible with last night's Frangelico


Ottawa - the City of Weird Cheap Stuff and Candy





We stayed with Ben's aunt and uncle. They're the best. Ben's aunt and uncle for co-mayor! They have the coolest kitchen:

The Predator exploded himself during the headliner's set. The nuclear fallout was pretty brutal the next day.

And thus spake Montreal unto the Anglos, "Fuck you guys". We have zero talent and therefor rely entirely on effects units. Bake Sale for pedals ASAP, right guys?

Then we drove off into the Sun. LITERALLY.

THE END
Take that, Phil Collins
Drew aka 'Cool Guy'
Surf's Up?!
We stayed at Frasier and Owen's place in Montreal. They have a nice table and stuff!
Kingston - the City of Breakfast
These pancakes were incompatible with last night's Frangelico
Ottawa - the City of Weird Cheap Stuff and Candy
We stayed with Ben's aunt and uncle. They're the best. Ben's aunt and uncle for co-mayor! They have the coolest kitchen:
The Predator exploded himself during the headliner's set. The nuclear fallout was pretty brutal the next day.
And thus spake Montreal unto the Anglos, "Fuck you guys". We have zero talent and therefor rely entirely on effects units. Bake Sale for pedals ASAP, right guys?
Then we drove off into the Sun. LITERALLY.
THE END
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
School Days
We traipsed into the CIUT studios yesterday to record some songs for public consumption. Here's the best of the bunch, a new one called 'School Days'.
School Days by Modern Superstitions
PS - 'All the Things We've Been Told' is out today, tell your husbands, tell your wives. Do it! Get married and then tell them!
School Days by Modern Superstitions
PS - 'All the Things We've Been Told' is out today, tell your husbands, tell your wives. Do it! Get married and then tell them!
Labels:
CIUT,
EP,
live,
Radio,
School Days
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Brantfjord
These middling photos are offered as evidence of our journey to Brantford's Ford Plant. Walter Gretzky told us to keep our head up, feet moving and strings taught before gnawing on some boneless chicken bites.
I wish this had been around when I was 15 instead of Holy Joe's or Reilly's. Brantford bands are fortunate that they can play shows for their friends without being scammed into paying to play

This was the most entertaining band I've seen in a long time. Meta to the max! Was it a joke or is the joke on US? I can't tell anymore. They opened with 'Sex and Candy', wore full body suits and were incapable of playing their instruments. In spite of this (because of this?) they were really fun.

World Lounge! We were refused entry due to out lack of Worldliness.

After the show we went across the street to Rodeo, which features $1 half pints before 9. Two minutes after we got there 5 police cruisers showed up, milled about and did nothing at all.

Ben ordered a horrible drink with an illogical name, it may have been called a Sandtrap. Bootstrap? Boondoggle? Shame Juice?

Harry Burgess is tender white meat.
I wish this had been around when I was 15 instead of Holy Joe's or Reilly's. Brantford bands are fortunate that they can play shows for their friends without being scammed into paying to play
This was the most entertaining band I've seen in a long time. Meta to the max! Was it a joke or is the joke on US? I can't tell anymore. They opened with 'Sex and Candy', wore full body suits and were incapable of playing their instruments. In spite of this (because of this?) they were really fun.
World Lounge! We were refused entry due to out lack of Worldliness.
After the show we went across the street to Rodeo, which features $1 half pints before 9. Two minutes after we got there 5 police cruisers showed up, milled about and did nothing at all.
Ben ordered a horrible drink with an illogical name, it may have been called a Sandtrap. Bootstrap? Boondoggle? Shame Juice?
Harry Burgess is tender white meat.
Labels:
Alexander Graham Bell,
Brantford,
Ford Plant,
Rodeo,
Umbrella,
Wayner
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