And days passed. The sun rolled. The moon slipped sideways. The stars dizzied themselves. Dogs barked. Toddlers fidgeted. Peanuts buttered. Pop corned. Ice creamed. Curtains swished. Someone’s granny ran down a raccoon in her glamorous old Taurus (yes, grammarnazi, the raccoon has a car). Trees swayed in breezes from all sorts of different directions. Freddy balked, and Charles let him have it. And so we arrive in the present. And with it comes… what? An impressive new level of pretention? Nombles of Junsense? Well, that, among other things.
For the last several days I ran off to Sarnia, where it so happens Ian lives. Despite knowing him for something like fifteen years, it was the first time I have been to any of his long string of houses (not counting the one in Hamilton, since it doesn’t count). Fun was had. We now have a ping pong table that will be coming to Hamilton in the fall, at which point I will become number one ping pong world champion. We also got a really nice, semi-elegant solid wood low hanging table to put in front of the house. Thirty bucks at ValuVillage and it’s got a lot of class, but not so much that we have to worry about dinging it up a bit (more). It was also quite interesting to experience a whole different family dynamic.. made mostly dynamic by a highly nonrelaxant grandmother. I will leave the rest of the interest to my head though. I don’t want to be a gossip now, do I?
And since I said I wouldn’t talk about school on this here place over the summer, I will have to use other means. But all I have to say is Murgatroyd is a really cool name. Murgatroyd. Murgatroyd.
So, that stuff is pretty cool. And what isn’t cool? The 15 date, 30 band Lollapalooza tour was cancelled entirely, due to poor ticket sales. This is both a personal and a global crisis. It affects me directly because I had kickass tickets, had been looking forward to it very excitedly for a long time. It was the perfect opportunity to see tons of awesome bands for a pretty decent price and only one trip to Toronto. Even had a hotel room reserved. I had it all planned out how it would be one of the undeniable high points of the summer. And thwump. It’s much worse for all the bands involved, of course, because their entire summer was really planned around it. They had tour dates planned in the area near the tour on the off days, etc etc. And this is where it gets global, baby. Low ticket sales caused this. It seems I in my little bubble was quite overoptimistic about how popular independant music had gotten. I thought it was gonna be laaaarge. Larger than Large. But brainwashing the people I know into liking the same music I do as much as possible doesn’t do much for my sense of general trends. So getting some of the biggest names in independant music all in one place for a good price just ain’t good enough. So who’s fault is all of this? Yours! That is, if you didn’t buy a Lollapalooza ticket, and I’m guessing there’s a fairly high probability chance you didn’t (and it doesn’t count if I bought one for you. Hah!). So yes, I’m mad at everyone in the world right now. But don’t feel too badly, because I’m just an angsty until-recently-teen. Don’t blame yourself, it’s MTV’s fault anyway (I also suspect their editing style causes seasickness). And McDonald’s fault. And George Bush’s fault. I think Willie Nelson had something to do with it, too. The apocalypse is indeed nigh. My brothers, it is time to join a cult and prepare yourself to abandon this fickle physical world entirely. Grrr. Woof Woof.