Lucy's Stoner Kitchen: Santa's Blood cocktail

Happy Holidaze, let's get smammered! I call this concoction "Santa's Blood": tall glass filled halfway with ice, add 1 1/2 shots of good gin (I use Bombay Sapphire),  1/2 shot Goldschlager, fill glass with cranberry soda, a good dash of cream soda, a dash of grenadine. NO lemon slice as pictured (mistake) - add mint leaves for garnish, arrange to look like holly or some bullshit. 

Merry christmas, ya filthy animals.

Hamilton Punk/Hardcore: No (wo)Man's Land?

HEY LET'S TALK ABOUT SEXISM IN THE HAMILTON PUNK SCENE 

Don't you dare get your dick in a knot over me bringing up gender issues (because if you do, you're a fuckface), but I'm not gonna sugarcoat my opinion here: I'm not impressed by the embarrasing 100% complete lack of any female representation in this documentary short (as in, there is literally not a single female-identified person in this whole video except for maaaybe a quick glimpse of an audience member or something). I know it's just a silly little independent doc and perhaps I'm being a tad over-sensitive in that respect, but this video brings up a very important issue that is all too often glossed over. Microcosmic example of a macrocosmic problem (and not just in the Hamilton punk scene, obviously). The issue of sexism in punk (and music in general) is extremely important to me and understandably close to my heart, even if I'm not overly vocal about it all the time, and I'm going to discuss it even if it seems trivial to some people because actually, it's NOT a trivial thing.

Yes, many of the guys I know here are progressive and have feminist leanings and make a sincere effort to help quash sexism in our scene. They are allies, they are aware and self-critical of their own male privilege, they are intelligent and supportive of women's rights and are just awesome men in general. This is especially true of the incredible dudes I played with in my old band (Dismantle). But, because they are men and they still benefit from that privilege, they are still often blind to this problem because it is not presented to them almost every day of their lives. That's the way privilege works. Even if you support an ideal, it is still so easy to forget about others' struggles because you are not faced with that struggle every day the way they are. 

There aren't many current female musicians in the punk/hc scene here, but there are some. As an obvious example, I personally was in two punk bands who were very active during this time period, including one that was part of this particular corner of the scene, with some of the dudes in this video. Example the second - since a scene is made of more than just musicians and bands, I'll bring up the fact that one of the two owners/punk savants of the record shop featured in this video is a woman. Pretty lame to just leave women out all together. If you really wanted to make a documentary that fully represented the Hamilton punk/hc scene, you might include some of the many insanely talented, fucking awesome female artists/photographers/promoters/zine makers/etc. who contribute regularly and heavily to the scene. You might interview some of the rabid and dedicated local punk fans who are of the female persuasion (I could suggest at least ten right off the top of my head who would be fantastic and suitable interviewees) and not just males. Just a helpful suggestion for next time.

Also, I promise you, there aren't only 3 punk/hardcore bands in Hamilton. This perhaps should have been titled "Snake Charmer + TV Freaks + Born Wrong" instead of "Hamilton Punk and Hardcore," HOWEVER these bands are all excellent at what they do, work super hard, represent the fuck out of Hamilton and are full of rad dudes. Much, much love to all of those guys.

Worth watching to get a feel for things, but this is only scratching the surface of this city's vibrant, thriving and legendary punk scene. Rather than an actual documentary, this is more like a snapshot of a specific moment in time in Hamilton's punk history. 

Still... more chicks next time. Thanks. 

this thursday

the meta fart

Lying in bed at 5am, I let out a big, long fart. 

I started giggling. Then I hypothetically pictured myself lying in bed, letting out a fart and not laughing at it, which in turn made me laugh again, because the thought of myself lying there not acknowledging my own loud fart was hysterical to me. Because who takes themselves so seriously that even when they're alone they can't laugh at their own farts? 

The more I pictured this drole scene - a human being so sombre, so jaded that they wouldn't even laugh at a fart that escaped while lying quietly in the privacy of their own bed; that lone, trumpeting soldier ringing through the air for your own personal amusement, like the bumbling friend who you keep around because they can always make you laugh even when you're in the worst of moods - the more my brain kept on, turning my giggle fit into a storm of hysterics, sending me into a spiral of full-blown silent, wheezing horsey neighs with tears streaming down my face. 

I laughed so hard that I farted again. 
And then I died.

experiment in motion

Over the holiday weekend I was out bumbling around with my camera and threw together a music video short. Compilation of 5:30 am stroll footage and a night of playing with fire.


Rained the Whole Time from FoxTooth Films on Vimeo.


Song: "Rained the Whole Time" by Shlohmo

Steve Albini's cooking blog

Steve Albini is best known for being an outspoken, opinionated, intense A/V club nerd, who probably didn't get laid much until he turned 30. He was the guitar wizard of the soundtracks to your guttural, coked-up nightmares, Big Black and Shellac.

But he can also teach you how to whip up delightful Saffron Potato Cashew Pancakes for your girlfriend! (pictured)

http://mariobatalivoice.blogspot.ca/

"And then you grasp the lobster with all your might and force it tail-first down into the bubbling abyss of the mirror image of its own death. There you have it: a succulent sacrifice, goes best with warm butter and a nice Sauvignon Blanc. Bon appétit!"

you NO it!

NO FUN

It's that time again, jerks...

nic cage and the bad seeds

self promo?

I did an interview with Cut From Steel (http://www.cutfromsteel.com) about my band's upcoming record release party, women in punk, and ghosts who play the bongos. Check it out! 

http://cutfromsteel.com/project/rackula-interview/

ben caplan/afrodisiac

A hairy gent by the name of Ben Caplan performed at TAH earlier tonight. Tom Waits meets the maritimes meets tourettes. Great turn-out for the show, after work I sat at the bar and did a quick little live sketch during one of his piano numbers.

Also doodled this sassy little number.

Bring your alibi!

"Whether you are planning an intimate gathering, a catered celebration, or planning to gamble your savings away and commit suicide in our bathrooms, the Rock Hard will help you hit Rock Bottom!"

http://kingandjames.com/WilliamConnellParkCasino.html

drop der bass

Proof that dubstep causes suicides.
Also, why is Jordan Peele such a babe?

vom com!

Dear readers (all 12 of you),
Because I am a self-amused idiot with nothing better to do, apparently (and also I just can't let jokes die), I for some reason have a tumblr celebrating projectile vomit. So, if puke humour is your thing, lez b frenz, and let the riotous puke party begin!

http://fuckyeahprojectilevomit.tumblr.com/

in the court of the crimson cat.

random 8am mumblings.

the thing about waking up from lifelong ignorance is that once you see something, you can't unsee it. once you know, you can't not know. the injustice, the inherent harm of capitalism, the absolute corruption, the racism and inequality weaved into the fabric of our society by way of programmed fear, the greed, the hatred, the fucking inhumanity… once it all becomes apparent, and you look into the raging, black eye of the machine, you can never be blissfully ignorant ever again, and that's why so many of us choose to remain willfully unaware. "i don't follow politics. did you see last night's episode of Dexter?" because even though deep down, way in the bottom of our hearts we know the whole world is paying the price for our privilege, it is so much more convenient for us to keep living our lives the way we're used to, follow the yellow brick road, turn a blind eye, drink your espresso and eventually die without having to face ourselves, without having to make real use of our most precious virtue, and the only virtue common to our entire species  - our humanity.