I scored some sweet compact discs this week for the Brid.  As with most winters, I have been listening to Midnite Vultures from Beck, which has led to me deep diving into some Beck stuff I never really gave an ear to before.  So I snagged his Guero album, which I didn't realize was produced by the Dust Brothers.  Some sweet jams on there.

This is my fave tune on the album, which turns out was written for his buddy Elliott Smith.


Elevator To Hell came from an Amazon purchase.  I have been trying to find this one for a while, and just finally bit the bullet and hit the mighty A.


Here is a bonus cover version from Constantines.



Soul Glo is a hardcore punk band from Philly.  I love my Philly.


Japanther I found used at Beat Goes On which is sweet since I have kept my open for this one for some time.

 

This Victoria Day weekend has been rather low key.  Laura is in Michigan, and I stayed local.  Both Jeremy and Axl kept asking me to come to Toronto last night, but I just dont have the funds at the moment to pay for such a night.  So pretty much all weekend has been spent at home with Hesher.  Tunes, and foods, and coffees and beerce.  I did manage to catch a matinee showing of the new Mad Max film with Jim, Jess, Steve, and Paisley.  It was as awesome as everyone says.

My weekend, in a nutshell.

Hesher, whenever I leave the house.

Cranked a lot of BDB this weekend.

Saturday night, after bailing on Toronto parties, I decided to keep busy by making some chicken Fajitas.  Taking full advantage of our BBQ side burner.  Not only does it make the cast iron a billion times hotter than our stove, but it eliminates the smoke detector factor.

Sunday morning with my best pal.

I found a whole roll of posters/flyers/set lists from my Fanshawe College days at the folks place.  Blast from the somewhat recent past.  So many great bands, so many shows, so many brown out nights.  I would say about 90% of these are from Call the Office.
















Seeing TCHORT on that Danko poster really got me in the mood to crank some Tchort.

I have been cranking the Cons over the last two weeks.  This song feels fitting today.

Framed some more shit. Chavez, which might be the cheesiest poster ever...in a good way. A Trail of Dead poster Ned got me years ago, and a hand screen Constantines poster from 2001.

Room is lookin good.