Kat Dennings Was In Town And Nobody Told Me About It?!!!

Holy fuck! Are you guys fucking kidding me?!!!

I got a chance to watch Defendor a little while back, and I'm pretty pissed off that Norah from Nick And Norah's Infinite Playlist, one of my favourite movies of all time, was in my city and I didn't hear about it at all! I'm pissed off beyond comprehension!

As I watched this movie, I recognized all of the landmarks that seemed to be on the obvious side.

I totally saw the Show World peep show back alley from when I used to go there. I remembered all the perverts walking in there with their short gym shorts and no underwear, but armed with lots of quarters. Of course, I only needed 50 cents, and I was ready to go out the back way, into that back alley.

How could you not see the Columbia Chemicals site? They were the only ones on Burlington Street with stacks and stacks of white, blue and black smoke coming out of them consistently.

How about the now-defunct Harvest Burger? That place was an institution! I enjoyed their greasy food, and their ratty fold down chairs, and the bums that hung about in the bar area. I'm soooo happy somebody caught that on film. At least when I yearn for the place, I can watch that scene where Woody Harrelson gets busted by the cops there, over and over again.

And what about Jackson Square? The scene where Kat walks by the dry cleaners her dad owned. Goddamn, I walk through there every week!

I enjoyed Defendor. Like Nick And Norah was a love song to New York, Defendor was, it seemed, a love song to my beloved city of Hamilton.

About the author:

Everytime he arrives to the Hammer, wherever he's coming from, he always mutters, "hello, beautiful," and means it.

Anyway, the house in Hamilton is sold, and I'm off to greener pastures. It might be quite a while before I come back to the big city. I'll miss you, Hamilton.

I love you. Always will.

Hottness!

This song shows how my favourite derrty bass has come. Good or bad, it still makes the back of my knees sweat.

There's something about a really catchy hook with an unsuspectingly tight groove. It's like watching a slow burn. You can't stay away from it.

JoBau Hits Dinger #22, But Who Cares?

ATL 5, TOR 1
I hate losing streaks. I despise of these lulls in the season, where losing streaks extend, and lineups get listless and boring, making the games totally unwatchable.

Oh yeah, Jose Bautista hit one out today, making his home run total for the year a league leading 22.

Unless these jacks come with a win, nobody is going to pay attention.

I hate losing. It puts me in a funk, and I don't desire baseball at all. Boo.

Catching Up . . .

I love getting stuff in the mail! I got one from a buddy of mine months ago. Just catching it up now. This mix was buried in my car months back from the awful commute. Just popped it back in and is quite enjoyable.

Maybe eventually I'll get around to making a mix of my own. One can only dream . . .

He also sent me a, "may the 4th be with you," postcard in reference to the date and a Star Wars saying.

I forgot to send people to this artist's propaganda site which is chock full of Star Wars thingies. Go here:
Steve Thomas Gallery

He also has a bunch of other artworks with references from various movies. They provide a chuckle, like an inside joke but also quite aesthetically pleasing.

Red House For Sale!

I own a bit of property in Hamilton, and it breaks my heart to part with it. This is, by the way dear readers, the same property where I fell in love with my city.

I built an aluminum shed at the back in the middle of a windstorm. I replaced the roof myself, and had nightmares for weeks about falling off of it. My mother and daughter have both fallen down the stairs, multiple times. The value of the house is waaaaay more than what we've listed for.

Tell your friends, it's priced to sell. Send them to the link below for more info:
232 Bay Street, Hamilton

BUY MY HOUSE!

Somebody's gotta pay for my funemployment!

Been Away . . .

. . . doing all kinds of things. Now that work has tapered off and I'm back into funemployment for a spell, let me catch you up on some things that aren't vanilla, unlike the uninteresting town that I'm situated in.






Check out my tumblr. It's sad, funny, and has less words and headaches.

You Don't Know Jack!

I pounded on a typewriter all night in my parents' basement with a fury. I wrote it all, and at age 15, thought I knew it all. I had delusions of grandeur, thinking that if I kept them that they'd be worth something. I'm sure these days, they'd be good for a chuckle.

A few years later, I decided to throw away everything that I have written. Prose, poetry, ramblings, all of it.

Jack Kerouac stressed in my mind that you really can't write about anything real that hasn't been lived. Charles Bukowski the same, and he lived it hard. That's the reasoning behind chucking all that work. To do some research.

20 years later, and I'm still researching . . .

(The odd part is, I've adopted Kerouac's stream-of-consciousness style when I wrote my songs. The words are laid-out like one never-ending thought. I saw, years later, Blake Schwarzenbach from Jawbreaker had the same layout in his songs, and even referenced Kerouac a bunch of times in 24-Hour Revenge Therapy, one of my desert island records. I guess I'm not the only one that doesn't know Jack.)

YUNELLLLL!!!

Check out @mopupduty's bio of my favourite Jay so far, Yunel Escobar. Go here.