Archive for ‘Music’

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Santigold

Santigold’s album, Master of My Make-Believe is always on heavy rotation here.

Friday, January 11, 2013

back

SoCal welcoming me back from sunny, warm water Costa Rica with a frosty car roof my first morning back, really?! And also sad news, Bubbles, the neighbor’s fat cat entered the food chain, just right when the stitches from his nose being sliced off healed up, he steps outside to play and never made it back home. r.i.p. fat cat. Damn coyotes!

frost

By far this is the coldest January I can remember down here, nothing close to as cold as where I grew up but cold enough that everyone’s talking. Woodburning stove’s going 24/7 and music, we’re gonna get through this cold spell.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Neil Young and Crazy Horse

Last night…

For someone who grew up in the north end of Winnipeg it’s only fitting my first show at the Hollywood Bowl is Neil Young.

Second song in they played my favorite

Friday, May 4, 2012

R.I.P. MCA

Saturday, January 7, 2012

a concrete countertop and on the other side of the ocean

Another year under our belt and despite my new kitchen not installed yet, no grand dinners at home cause of it, we still managed to have a relaxing holiday with lots of good food and drinks while we worked on the house with pandora radio keeping our ears happy. If you don’t know, it’s a personalized internet radio service site that’s free and it usually gets it right with its suggestions, sometimes it f***s with me though and thinks I must be a jazz fan, that and some random nobody metal band, really? An immediate thumbs down on those selections. Overall pandora’s a great service for music fans (free too) while we work on the house. The guys this week started building a concrete countertop for the downstairs bathroom vanity, hope it works.

This holiday I also caught up on frivolous stuff too like watching the entire season of PBS’s Downton Abbey and Showtime’s The Tudors. I’m a sucker for period dramas and stories, the costumes, the accents, the politics of the day, it always manages to be an all encompassing escape for me from my everyday. It reminds me of the last time I met up with my parents in Laos, it sort of became a long history lesson via film for me as well. Because of how hot it can get during the day it’s normally an early rise and shine for everyone, all our errands and visiting at my family’s textile shop is done first thing in the morning and usually back at home by noon, safe from the blazing afternoon heat. My afternoons then would be spent watching random dvds I’d find over there, sometimes they work, sometimes they don’t. No theaters around and it’s the only way you get to watch any kind of foreign movie so I’d stock up on all the older period flicks, my history lesson for the day while waiting for the sun to cool down. In a remote city in South East Asia and yet at the same time I’m swept away in the stories of the English countryside, completely opposite ends of the spectrum and just like that though it happens. So yeah, it sucks that my family’s far away and if only the other side of the world was just a short trip away, how nice that’d be, hopefully soon I’ll see everyone again.

Early morning traffic in Vientiane, Laos

Make way for the tuk tuks too.

My cousin, Mali rummaging through all the handwoven silk.

Getting groceries for the day. Vendors selling their fresh produce, farmers markets all along the street everyday all day, supermarkets don’t exist here.

No lack of amazing street food too.

The original Emerald Buddha Temple is in Vientiane. Humble temple grounds, it’s a quiet retreat right in the middle of the city that’s still standing after so many battles and wars, so much history here.

Our mode of transportation in the ‘hood with my mom.

And every night we get pretty sunsets along the Mekong River right behind our house.

Friday, December 30, 2011

new year’s

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

bugged out

Checked out the Dinosaur Jr show at the Belly Up last night, they performed Bug in its entirety with a live interview with Henry Rollins beforehand. Rollins warned the crowd it was gonna get loud, sure enough they made good on his promise. Living midst construction here and good thing we had earplugs, who knew 3 guys pushing 50 could deliver such volume, sweet!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

a cedar closet

“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure”

Found 5 boxes of these unused miscellaneous solid cedar panels that someone was about to throw in a dumpster, they’ve since been rescued and it’s now a brand new cedar wall in the master bedroom closet. An afternoon spent nailing cedar panels with Neil Young for company and when he sings, “everytime I think about back home, it’s cool and breezy” I couldn’t help but think, that’s an understatement folks, we both know well that Winnipeg right about now is freezing. The cold definitely brings out the Canadian in me, and why when complaining about my freezing fingers and toes it’s always punctuated with an “eh” and all my sentences there after are too until I find a heater and warm up? Strangely it’s been so frickin cold here lately, we are getting a rare spell of chilly Santa Ana’s, who knew they blew cold? Then I look at the temperature and it’s only 11C, not even close to how cold Canadian winters are where I grew up. Just maybe 11C along the SoCal coast feels colder than below freezing in Winnipeg? NO, not buying it, more like too many winters away from Winterpeg for me and I’m just really thin-skinned now. And funny the wall we just put up looks like bacon, good thing it smells of cedar,  fancy, huh? and free, I like it. All this wood paneling is like a sneak peak of the infrared sauna I have my sights on for a corner under the stairs, the space is limited but this model should slide in by a hair…sauna, yes, please.

Bacon and Neil Young, that’s this closet’s memory.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Ziggy Stardust

Rocking a Balmain jumpsuit here’s my favorite covergirl, Kate Moss giving us her best Bowie on Vogue Paris’s December cover. The resemblance is crazy, the chiseled cheek bones, no eyebrows, the spiky orange mullet, that stare and the different colors of his eyes, so dead on.

Or if you prefer a cover version, Seu Jorge. Seriously dude can sing to me in Portuguese everyday, I won’t mind.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Thirty-Six

In high school an old friend once signed off on the back of her tiny school portrait, the ones you exchanged with friends every year, “Another year, another hairdo” and every birthday since reminds me of that message. True? Yeah, but not really cause my hair hasn’t changed much, kinda safe and lazy like that, wearing it up has always been my cop out. And the very few times I dabbled with color..hmm, very regretful. Ashy shades are impossible for me, my hair’s never even come close, just always a couple hundred dollars poorer and a wait of two years to grow it out, no thanks! No pressure here really to the sweet person who cuts my hair a few times a year. I’m well aware of my limitations, the expectation’s never high, no hairdresser on fire scenario at all, I do believe it’s only hair and it’s not the end of the world kinda stuff.

Well my 30s are flying by, goals, dreams, it’s happening or happened, en route folks and there’s much more still. The dream? Don’t look too far, most times its right there and what do I know? It’s pretty sweet! A roof over your head, great food and family, friends and music, and yeah, I’m still working on that trip to the south of France. Thanon-les Bains, yeah you, it may seem like you got buried under all the sawdust that’s been our lives for 2 years, but no, I did not forget about you, we’re there, it’s a date sooner than later, I promise.

Indeed a very long time since the days when the most pressing issue was exchanging school photos and writing clever messages. And my 20s? well that was just a mess of a time that I thought then was so awesome but then again you’re 20something, what do ya know really? Now I know my 30s have been the best so far, you know more, you shrug fuzz to the side better and you just be, being and eating cake, sweet!