“Amazing still it seems
I’ll be 23
I won’t always love what I’ll never have
I won’t always live in my regrets
You’ll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I’m here I’m now I’m ready
Holding on tight
Don’t give away the end
The one thing that stays mine”
Jimmy Eat World - 23
It’s been a while. This blog is always where I left it last when I urgently need to talk and get everything out of my system.
Things have been moving lately but unfortunately have been going nowhere, fast. I’m working a nine-to-five job selling expensive consumer electronics to people, young and old, armed with their credit cards, that make themselves feel better by appeasing their false needs created by media and marketing schemes. They, much like myself, are quite pathetic: I’m a consumer just like all of them, like the general public which I tend to discredit and jeer at. On top of it all, I’m the one selling them the shit that they don’t need. Let’s just say that I’m not the best of vendors because I’m just too fucking honest. I get frustrating seeing teenagers endebting themselves just to impress their friends or to satisfy their self-imposed materialistic needs.
Everyone reading this, don’t shop at Futureshop! Most of the clerks are uneducated (even in their department) and most importantly, most are out to get you. Do you know what the vendor that sells you your 42″ inch LCD screen along with its complete package and an extended warranty does after he completes his sale and politely carries everything to your car. He checks his report and cheers at the fact that he just made sixty bucks on the back of a client who didn’t need the majority of what one bought. Even worst, then he goes into the lunchroom and compares his daily numbers to his equivalently idiotic colleague who then graciously finish the conversation with a high five. Congratulations guys, you’re now officially a pair of assholes with no future (future, Futureshop, get it?)!
So that’s been the last few weeks. Getting used to a work environment which happens to be the exact contrary of what I’m used to (think Ubisoft, think Frima Studio). Dumb, dumb, dumb! I should have an internship but I royally fucked up. However, I do strongly believe that nothing happens for nothing…
Not that my days have been bad or anything but I’ve had two excellent (see extraordinary) days this week. Last night I got to see my gay idol Owen Pallett live on stage at Le Cercle (previously Galerie Rouje). I know that at every show I see, I tend spread my review through screams and yells and hoots, letting everyone know that it was the best show I’ve ever seen in my entire life. This time is no different… but this time I truly mean it.
Owen Pallett is a God among men. I’m serious. This man has composed all of his refreshing material himself, not to mention all of Arcade Fire’s string arrangements as well. He has incredible presence even though he doesn’t tend to say much on stage except “thank you” before passing to the next masterpiece. He smiles during his songs… how many artists have you seen live who smile while playing their instrument. Only once you’ve seen Final Fantasy live can you understand how organized, prepared and confident Owen Pallett is.
On top of it all, the Québec crowd was actually quite good for once. Attentive as usual, except during the opening acts which were both excellent although different. Le Cercle is a totally intimate environment and is just perfect for receiving artists such as Owen and his friends. All in all, wonderful gig… goosebumps have never been so pleasant.
“Half in love with this, half in love with that,
Nothing but a change of heart to set you back…”
New Buffalo - City and Sea
Is it normal to get intense chills run down your spine at a concert? Goosebumps throughout an entire gig? Tears in your eyes when a first snow falls upon a city that you absolutely adore? To fall in love through song? To smile at strangers just hoping that they respond positively? To sing along to one’s favourite song as passerbys stare? The list goes on and on…
I tend to be very emotional… my faggy side enjoys making itself present from time to time.
I don’t know what else to write… everything is coming out wrong tonight.
sinstone | 
11 29th, 2007| 