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1:17 AM on a Saturday morning blaring 525,600 minutes - I wonder if my neighbours are hating me right now.
Okay - drunk tales and a couple of pictures of people I'm crushed out on behind the cut.
CRUSHES ALERT:
Spent most of the week happily locked in a room with this very sweet man:
Met him at work at the afore mentioned week long meeting. Amazingly connected in to the music scene (One Song Glory) in Toronto/Canada. We're meeting next week to talk Road/Tour Management. Something he's done in the past and I hope to do. He says it ages you immediately, but you get home and roll in your money. :)
Anyways - incredible spirit.
So tonight was so very Toronto, but beautiful. Went to Leif Harmsens opening show at X Gallery. Made important connections. But most importantly had best ideas ever regarding art at Pride. I am seriously a genuis. That is not over-stating the situation.
Then went to Oasis, where I was within spitting distance of bleedsdaylight. There was a poetry slam. I loved the first half hour - but was done shortly after that. I can only take poetry in short doses. My friends were all in to the poetry so I escaped to Smiling Bhudda to see The Cliks show.
At The Cliks show I promptly crushed out on the bass player, by the name of Jordan - on the left hand of this picture:
Wandered through the streets of Parkdale home.
This moment is beautiful. I shall regret it come morning.
Oh yeah. I blame my persistent crushes on bass players on this guy.
Okay - drunk tales and a couple of pictures of people I'm crushed out on behind the cut.
CRUSHES ALERT:
Spent most of the week happily locked in a room with this very sweet man:
Met him at work at the afore mentioned week long meeting. Amazingly connected in to the music scene (One Song Glory) in Toronto/Canada. We're meeting next week to talk Road/Tour Management. Something he's done in the past and I hope to do. He says it ages you immediately, but you get home and roll in your money. :)
Anyways - incredible spirit.
So tonight was so very Toronto, but beautiful. Went to Leif Harmsens opening show at X Gallery. Made important connections. But most importantly had best ideas ever regarding art at Pride. I am seriously a genuis. That is not over-stating the situation.
Then went to Oasis, where I was within spitting distance of bleedsdaylight. There was a poetry slam. I loved the first half hour - but was done shortly after that. I can only take poetry in short doses. My friends were all in to the poetry so I escaped to Smiling Bhudda to see The Cliks show.
At The Cliks show I promptly crushed out on the bass player, by the name of Jordan - on the left hand of this picture:
Wandered through the streets of Parkdale home.
This moment is beautiful. I shall regret it come morning.
Oh yeah. I blame my persistent crushes on bass players on this guy.