Imperfection can be pretty. Don’t be afraid to just ride. Ride it out and enjoy the moment. But don’t ever let those you’ve always cared about drift too far from your mind. In time you will find what it means to be alive. For now just savour the night. This track started its life on a journey to Cobourg, Ontario, which was a refreshing and out of the ordinary experience for urban dwellers living the amid the grinding gears of Toronto. Props to my homies Jake and Pierre, of course — and the waters of Lake Ontario. It was one of those pieces I banged out on the keyboard with headphones and then forgot about. It perhaps got listened to half a dozen times but ultimately disappeared into the ether of archived memory sticks. Whole genres of music rose and fell in the popular consciousness. More significantly (to the development of the track, at least), I managed to continue making payments on my synthesizer and began to learn how to fashion the sounds I enjoy. Happening upon this little ditty in my bedroom late one night, I keyed in on a really warm and slightly intriguing vibe. I decided to […]
My life has become an amalgam of picturesque tableaux where I meet the homeschoolers without any cash and an overly friendly dog, drift up to the high-minded design of miracle beach residences and hear echoes of bombing campaigns in far away lands. They are measured, captured and stored away in some cranial treasure trove. Wonder if it will be worth something on the open market if I were to check.
I was caught in the urban abyss, willing to sink lower but glad the German dude came along with a slightly obstinate, but generally solid action plan — at least at this point. It was already 3 a.m. He had just flown in and wasn’t ready to call it a night. I credit him with helping me sweet talk the girl at the front desk with purple hair to bend the rules and let me in. The least I could do was help him track down a Canadian afterhours bar. It took a little bit of hustling the street hustlers to select the better and newer of the two pits of entropy in which to dance to overbearing house music. He tapped out early — after successfully scoring some alcohol (his original mission) — and left me to chill with that married woman with the deep tech fro of London ilk. I was most fascinated by the cute Filipino-looking girl with an Above and Beyond lyric tattooed on her shoulder. But the empty dancefloor reminded me just how empty that brash electronic can be — and forecast the demise of the current wave of deep house in the process, as far as […]
Guys, DJ is still missing… This is not a joke! What part of a loved and very missed individual is totally off the radar don’t you understand?? We’re not talking about a miserable dog that slobbers all over you and exudes that quite reprehensible odour known as canine stench. We’re not even talking about an insanely self-righteous kitty that wants everything her own way and won’t consider the intentionality of others. I mean, come on — this feline even has a tattoo. DJ KNOWS WHATS UP. Clearly. You know that because the poster makes a point of noting DJ is a “solid” soul. And if you don’t know that by now then, well, I guess you never will. Everyone has had someone they’ve loved before. So have a heart and help BRING DJ HOME! And btw — thanks IN ADVANCE for looking. Kbye.