my life

and i’m back. hadn’t taken a photo since vegas, but i took more than 500 in the last month, including canada day (or cannabis day as it is also known here in vancouver), broken social scene in detroit, wedding #1, cottage, wedding #2, and the most stressful and high pressure “photo shoot” i’ve ever done and probably ever will. so it’s photo week (probably month by the time i get around to it), starting with pemberton fest this past weekend.

the golden horseshoe wedged up my ass is still very much in place, as we somehow managed to avoid almost all of the traffic, shuttle lineups, and security checks that were the only downside to the first pemberton festival. we got there just as interpol was starting their set, rushed to find an empty spot to pitch our tent, threw our shit down and rushed to the stage. incendiary might be a good description, rest my chemistry was the perfect slowburn to accompany a sunset in the mountains. the rest of the weekend involved jay-z, nin, my morning jacket, the hip, black mountain, fiery furnaces, tom petty, and coldplay (i didn’t get any pictures of any of them though, oops)

terra is not a camper

sam roberts

flaming lips

yeesh, what a bad post to leave on for that long. but how long ago was rudolph guiliani? seems like ages ago. i feel like i’m tired of the whole election thing, what a carnival it’s become already. i’m just gonna tune in to the thrilling final 2 minutes like it was a basketball game. these have been my feelings toward the election as of late, which you can listen to below:

we think you’re a joke, shove your hope where it don’t shine.
- santogold, “shove it”

Oh, give us your vote
Give us your vote
If you know what’s good for you
- tokyo police club, “your english is good”

complete misinterpretations, both of them, but that’s my favourite kind of interpretation.

“where has andrew been?” you probably didn’t ask, but i’ll give you the answer anyhow. you see, because i’m in the midst of writing my thesis, there’s really nothing exciting for me to talk about unless you’re one of the 7 people, like me, who thinks intermediality is like, totally rad. so i have to wait quite awhile to gather up enough stuff to “report.” it’s like george costanza: “You know if you take everything I’ve ever done in my entire life and condense it down into one day, it looks decent.”

which reminds me, i’m reliving the seinfeld days from start to finish as i fall asleep, so i have some seinfeld theories. like that its the root of self-indulgent reality tv. it was the first show about nothing, but now it seems like every show is about nothing, except it’s called “reality”. seinfeld was scripted of course, and transformed the sitcom genre, but it’s spirit was in the minutia of life in late capitalism, with its urban malaise, petty exchange, semantic bickering, endless repetition, and decadent selfishness. and in the fourth season they make “jerry,” the show-within-a-show starring jerry as his himself (to the third remove), which solidified it. this would have been a great theory had “the real world” not premiered till after this episode, but wikipedia tells me it started in 1992, while the “jerry” subplot wasn’t until 1993. damn. still, i bet the people who came up with “the real world” stole the idea from the spirit of seinfeld, which started in 1989. aanyhoo.

i’ve been spelling that word as “anywho” for the longest time, but “anyhoo” is way better.

i went to vegas a whiles back, bit of an adventure. i only ended up with about a dozen pictures, and half of them were of us drinking tallboys and playing wall-ball in the airport parking lot because our flight was delayed.

there was limited time between waking up mid-afternoon and then getting back on the red bull and booze, so i only managed 2 pictures outside

staring contest, you and me, right now.

the lizard wins, he always does.

and we spent an inordinate amount of time drinking and wrestling before heading out, as we tend to do, in our hotel room (which was awesome at least, at the mgm grand, thanks to craig)

so we didn’t end up seeing cirque to solee or the bellagio or old vegas or anything we planned on doing, but no one really cared. highlight was probably the grand finale on sunday morn: beyond-drunk last-minute craps & hooters buffet followed by rapid packing and jumping in a taxi and passing thru security at the airport at 9am. worst flight of my entire life. “entire” includes the rest of my life too, because there is no possible way, barring any oceanic flight 815 type-disaster, that i will ever experience such a flight of death again. i was praying for a hijacking just to stop the throbbing in my head.

don left (hence the vegas trip), which was sad. three is a good number for peer pressure, because the other two can gang up and harass the other until he or she gives in. it doesn’t work with just two obviously, and anymore than three is ganging up, plus you just leave the whiner behind if you already have three or more people. but with two pressuring one, it’s just the right amount of guilt/pressure. and thus the three amigos were born, so as long as two of us wanted to go out, the third would inevitably join/be dragged along. actually, don was never that third person, he was always on board, which is probably why we loved him. now he’s in australia and having way too much fun, so he’s dead to us!

and i was wrong to say music videos were dying: whoa, fuck. and did you know it was bjork’s birthday today? happy bjorkday.

 

 Santogold (feat. Spank Rock) - Shove it: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

 

 Tokyo Police Club - Your English Is Good: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download