Yo, CBC Raps!
In a classic case of "not what you know but who you know", I had my debut on the CBC airwaves today with Chris-A-Rific, a friend of mine from CiTR who was filling in for one of CBC Radio 3's programs while Grant Lawrence is in Texas covering the South by Southwest festival. The man is one of my idols, I gotta say, but I guess missing the chance to meet him isn't so bad when you get the chance to be him while we talked about music festivals.
The place is everything I thought it would be, state of the art, fancy, artsy, quiet, rad! I hope one day I can manage to get on there with some kind of regular gig, even as a fill-in, but who knows. For now, I'll just enjoy the knowledge that pretty much anything I've done for fun on the college level and even before that when I'd make mix-tapes on my brother's ghetto blaster when I was in the single-digits. Come to think of it, I should do a tribute to my brother since the thought of my youth goes right to the time I slid his records across the floor into my dog's mouth, and said bro was surprisingly not mad.
For now, my current radio status will have to do, and it more than does. I've started a blog called Yo! CiTR Raps where I put my old podcasts up, since I figure on this day off is as good a day as any to do this, and I was going to do it sooner or later. I also went and made doodles of my past guests, which I am sure will offend every one of my past guests. My next show will be an all-hip-hop spectacle with these guys that I work with who have a rap crew, and are hilarious. At Jo's birthday at Mod Club on Friday two guys who are also friends (as pretty much every person I've had on is) Jordan and Ryan (drunkenly) discussed coming on as one big group and doing... stuff. I don't know if they were serious / remember saying that, but it'd be brilliant.
Speaking of Jo's birthday, she had a great one. I invited a bunch of her friends who's emails I knew to come out to dinner where I lost some balloons she was given to the ceiling. We then went to Mod Club and danced the night away. There are a ton of excellent photos here that capture it all, including our apartment if you ever wondered what our living place was like. Anyway, Jo loved the reunion, and didn't stop talking until she fell asleep. There was a lot of moshing going on at the club, which I approve of, the bouncers don't, but I do.
There was a different breed of moshing going on the next night when I went to the Cancerbats show with Marielle. A bunch of teen jocks took it over to hardcore dance, which is all well and good and should be expected (though some emo kid lost it on them), but then a leather-clad gentleman who looked like Mikey in ten years came on out and out-moshed the shit out of them. The show was amazing overall, like a life and death experience at once, I really need at least two hardcore shows a year, that's a new quota.
The place is everything I thought it would be, state of the art, fancy, artsy, quiet, rad! I hope one day I can manage to get on there with some kind of regular gig, even as a fill-in, but who knows. For now, I'll just enjoy the knowledge that pretty much anything I've done for fun on the college level and even before that when I'd make mix-tapes on my brother's ghetto blaster when I was in the single-digits. Come to think of it, I should do a tribute to my brother since the thought of my youth goes right to the time I slid his records across the floor into my dog's mouth, and said bro was surprisingly not mad.
For now, my current radio status will have to do, and it more than does. I've started a blog called Yo! CiTR Raps where I put my old podcasts up, since I figure on this day off is as good a day as any to do this, and I was going to do it sooner or later. I also went and made doodles of my past guests, which I am sure will offend every one of my past guests. My next show will be an all-hip-hop spectacle with these guys that I work with who have a rap crew, and are hilarious. At Jo's birthday at Mod Club on Friday two guys who are also friends (as pretty much every person I've had on is) Jordan and Ryan (drunkenly) discussed coming on as one big group and doing... stuff. I don't know if they were serious / remember saying that, but it'd be brilliant.
Speaking of Jo's birthday, she had a great one. I invited a bunch of her friends who's emails I knew to come out to dinner where I lost some balloons she was given to the ceiling. We then went to Mod Club and danced the night away. There are a ton of excellent photos here that capture it all, including our apartment if you ever wondered what our living place was like. Anyway, Jo loved the reunion, and didn't stop talking until she fell asleep. There was a lot of moshing going on at the club, which I approve of, the bouncers don't, but I do.
There was a different breed of moshing going on the next night when I went to the Cancerbats show with Marielle. A bunch of teen jocks took it over to hardcore dance, which is all well and good and should be expected (though some emo kid lost it on them), but then a leather-clad gentleman who looked like Mikey in ten years came on out and out-moshed the shit out of them. The show was amazing overall, like a life and death experience at once, I really need at least two hardcore shows a year, that's a new quota.