true faith

heard the new dave gahan solo single "kingdom" the other day; was hooked from the first few seconds. i can always count on that man - or, you know, depeche mode in general - to satiate my cravings for wicked dark new-wave rock.

speaking of dark new-wave rock, my recent spate of the sisters of mercy music in combination with the fact that they have the wittiest band website ever is totally making me want to bear andrew eldritch's children. (although it's almost 100% guaranteed he would despise me on the spot, simply on the basis that i am his mortal enemy -- a music journalist) their music is like heavy metal: not meant at all to be funny, but it totally is. i've joked with jenna about starting up an awesomely terrible sisters cover band on the west coast, and recently i've begun to think that isn't a totally bad idea. (if eldritch wouldn't already hate me for the music-journalist thing...)

the truth behind mastodon's brent hinds' injury at the mtv vmas! that almost sounds like a better fight than tommy lee vs. kid rock. though seriously, who fucks with anybody from system of a down? dude must have had a lot to drink.

i sort of hope i run into matthew good on the street in vancouver. he's one of those really polarizing artists - you either love his vocals or think he sounds like a dying sheep; you either think he's a genius or just your garden-variety asshole - but i've never been ashamed of the fact that he's one of the only musicians whose singing voice has reduced me to a sobbing wreck on more than one occasion. and yes, that's a good thing.

noel gallagher is a daddy! many congrats! hopefully the little tyke will be raised to be just as much of an insult-slinging douche as his father.

so 50's not taking his ball and going home...damn. kanye ftw -- he's got style, though not necessarily class, what with the temper tantrums and all. (the cover article about him in the new blender is pretty damn good -- idolator takes a look at it here)

funny/cute moment of the past week: i was reading the georgia straight's best of vancouver feature, and all of a sudden a huge, dopey grin broke across my face, and i exclaimed, "oh holy shit!" out loud -- because it really kind of hit me then that in less than two weeks' time, vancouver is going to be my new home. holy shit, indeed.

on that night, i had my final night at the bovine last night -- my last time hanging out at the bar that's been my second home for five years. amazingly good times, with loud punk rock music and too much alcohol and free alcohol and many hugs and chain-smoking on the street and friends i haven't seen in ages and a final goodbye to a sort-of ex who was both one of my worst and best mistakes of the past year. (i'd like to think he feels the same way about me.) i was a bit choked up as i boozily dragged myself to bed after i got home, i can admit it.

my apartment is more or less empty, and i'm just about finished here.

p.s. i'll also admit now that i'm kind of afraid to go to los angeles. i'm almost certain i'm going to fall desperately in love with it and will want to find some way to live there forever.

p.p.s. had lunch with a friend at the legendary dangerous dan's on saturday; am still more than half-convinced that the mozzarella & mushroom burger i ordered from the vegetarian menu was actual beef. either that or it was one hell of a juicy soy-based facsimile.

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