Thursday Is a Dead Day

Afternoon.
This city could be the most beautiful city in Canada. I can hear the train horn wailing just beyond my house. Besides it's landscape and stereotypical Canadian nuances, it's exceptionally dull. I am faithful to Tim's, but I feel the need to Americanize and mingle with the Starbucks socials. The indie junkies and the AA hipsters. God bless them. They try so hard. It's the kids with the 'space camp '05' member t-shirts that's the balm to my dried independent roots. Swollen lips from talking like I know every band you don't. Sore back from obsessive blogging. I really know nothing. Within this blog community I will admit it. Anonymously and without shame.
Let's take the time to devote our time to things we honestly care about, rather than maintaining our wishful thinking. We try to hard, and we forget what we really want. And we force ourselves to enjoy things that I swear our human makeup is not designed to enjoy. Black Dice was the biggest slap in the face for me. 1 week straight. Good for them for doing what they do and brewing a new taste, the taste unfortunately does not sit well on my pallet.
So just like comfort food, its time to introduce this 'not-so-underground' community to the things that warm our minds and hearts. Help us unwind and remind us of the good 'ole times.

Take away for Today: www.myspace.com/wearealltalltrees
very cute. they're new, just starting out. they'll grow into something great one day. keep an eye on them in the next few years.

I figure, if you love a sound. You want it to grow. If you were a sound, you'd want to be known.