heaven up here

you know what's funny? one of the things that's ripping me up the most about moving out west is the fact that i'm going to be so far from my two favourite american cities -- chicago and new york city. it's kind of my secret shame that i'm fucking in love with america (but not their foreign policies or lack of health care or, you know, any of the shitty stuff like that), and i never fail to have the best time ever when i go there -- which, when i do, pretty much always ends up being chicago. only been to nyc once, but it was one of the few trips in my life that could rightly be described as "epic", and i plan on writing about that later...yeah, look forward to that. it's fascinating.

so okay, i know i'll have west coast cities like seattle and san diego and los angeles to go explore, but they don't yet have the memories for me. at least, there'll be people there -- my friend clifton just moved to san diego to record his album and said i can stay at his place if i come down, and the girl i consider my american little sister, bre (no seriously, this girl is me, five years ago), lives in l.a. and is already after me to come visit her. but still, i keep swearing that if i fail at vancouver, i'm gonna retreat to a parent's house in kingston until i can figure out a way to move my canadian ass to chicago or nyc and actually survive there. even with the shitty foreign policies and no free health care.

anyway, because i just wrote about chicago (been there four times, wish i could go all the time), i just listened to kill hannah's song "hummingbirds the size of bullets" (for what was, according to my itunes, the 74th time) and it was like taking a bulldozer to the chest. i can't even express how much i love that band, except to say that it almost - almost - equals the love i have for moist, and if you know me at all, then you know that's saying a lot. there's a reason why i've got tattoos related to both bands, after all. (...man, i really should be wary of how much kh fangirling i do in here, because mat's actually found this blog before -- although he sent me a sweet e-mail about it afterwards)

pitchfork fills us in on the details of dave gahan's solo album. i kind of expect it to sound mostly like depeche mode, which means it will sound awesome.

also via the `fork comes the news that i've been sniffling about since friday: the cure's postponing their fall tour. i mean, seriously, wtf? lamest news ever. so that means while they'll probably play vancouver when they reschedule next spring, i won't get to see them twice this fall, nor will i get a cure concert for my birthday on october 9th...major letdown. sighhhh. (p.s. is that simon with the black hair next to robert?? holy shit, he's still a total fox)

idolator does bats day in the fun park. aka my only reason to go down to california to visit disneyland next year. i mean, really, by now i'm so far past denying my goth side -- i dye my hair black, i paint my nails black, my entire wardrobe is either black or red, i have skull earrings, i wear leather collars and fetish clothing, i regularly apply too much dark eyeliner, i feel most comfortable at night, i listen to the cure...yeah, i've been lost for a while now. i have also made nina blackwood's new wave nation a staple of my saturday mornings.

by the way, there's all sorts of madness going down at the leeds & carling weekends over the pond. god bless nme for being in the thick of it at all times. that will be me someday, i swear.

p.s. it's metal reviewing weekend here in the basement: picked up sixx:a.m.'s heroin diaries soundtrack, the new drowning pool album (to which i let out a loud groan and a "do i have to?" when my editor handed it to me -- sometimes it's not a good thing when you're the office's token former nu-metal fan), dax rigg's debut (formerly deadboy and the elephantmen), and the kissology dvd, volume 2. it's been interesting.

[ music | muse, "time is running out" ]