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So, as you all know from Amy's random posts, Amy was visiting here in the big city. As any country bumpkin such as herself would be, she was amazed at the diversity of people and cultures. Toronto is a very multicultural city, which I would say is one of its strong points. Another one of its strong points is the vast array of musical acts that decide to perform here. I thought I'd take Amy out on the town, and we'd go see a live show, which are always fun. Fiery Furnaces were playing, with Deerhoof as an opener. I'm not too crazy about Deerhoof, but Fiery Furnaces are okay, they have some catchy tunes that I don't hate. They were the best thing playing while she was here, and the tix weren't too much, so why the heck not. We headed to the show a little late, and only caught a few Deerhoof songs. They were very into the music, especially the drummer, and they had rigged up these light things on the lids of garbage cans that every time he hit the drums, the lights would turn on, and the harder he hit the drums, the more light bulbs lit up. They also changed colours. Neat. I would say that I enjoyed them much more live. So after that show, I was getting excited to see the fiery furnaces. The place was filling up a little more, we managed to get a good spot where short girls could see the stage, and Amy purchased a beer. Then they came on. Everyone cheered... annnnnd, it all went down hill from there. My review of the concert: most disapointing show i've seen ever ever ever. They introduced the first song as 'bitter tea,' but it was not bitter tea... it was a few lyrics from bitter tea, which she sang/spoke over top of music that was NOT bitter tea. The song then continued as a mixture of about 15 different songs, with a mixture of lyrics from about 15 others songs, and the music and lyrics never matched up, ever, not even in tempo, or tune, or ANYTHING. This lasted for about 15 minutes. It was very distressing, because every once in a while I would recognize a recognizable part of a song, and then I'd be anticipating the next part in the song, but it never came, and i was disapointed every time. When the first 'song' was over, I was hoping that it was just an experiment, and now they would get into some of their material. the stuff that i had listened to recordings of, liked the way it sounded, and purchased a ticket to go see. but they decided taht they would not be playing any of that. So, for the next hour they continued to play the music from one song mixed with the lyrics from another, with no attempt whatsoever to match up the timing or the tune. basically, sounded like shit. you could not tap your toe to it at all. And I was not the only one who thought so... within 3 or 4 songs, about half of the people had left... they completely cleared the place out, and they were the headliners. The only people who i could imagine liking it were crazy high on something, or else of the music snob variety, where they feel like they should like something because it is somehow 'artistic' or 'different' but they don't actually like how it sounds. I stuck around in hopes that they would play something, anything, enjoyable. But nope, not even for the encore.
I'm so glad I got to show Amy such a special part of Toronto with that concert. The next day we went out drinking, which Amy documented at some point over LJ, when I must have been passed out in the next room. It was Halloween, and we saw lots of girls wearing the equivalent of bathing suits. They were really taking the whole slutty costume thing to the next level, which is very impressive when it is 0 degrees outside. The next day Amy and I went shopping, and bought some stuff. That is another thing that Toronto is great for: buying stuff. There is just so much of it.
Amy bought this hat, isn't it cute?
Yesterday evening when I got home after school, there was a $5 bill lying on the front steps outside. Clearly, someone from my house had dropped it, so I felt like keeping it would be like stealing since the rightful owner could be easily found. So I put up a note saying that I have found $5 on the steps and the owner could come claim it. At first I was slightly weary that I would get imposters, and then the rightful owner would come to claim it, and it would be gone. But, I gave my neighbours the benefit of the doubt. There are only 5 of us in the house... I don't thik any of them are going to lie about it cause it wouldn't be too hard to track them down. I got home today, and there was a note attached to my note that read: "Hey Margaret, the five dollars you've found may have been mine. Upon discovery of the loss, I had speculated that I had been shortchanged, but I'll trade a story of accident, neighbourlieness, and honesty for a cynic's simple 'caveat emptor' anytime. If no one else lays a claim, please, buy yourself a drink on me!". Isn't that nice? The person who wrote it had signed, but then erased their name, don't quite know why. Another neihbourly thing - a new tenant had posted a note asking if anyone wanted to split the cost of wireless with her, and the guy who lives upstairs just posted a note with his username and password, saying anyone could just use his wireless. It is like we are trying to compete for generousity awards! I think he won though.
I'm so glad I got to show Amy such a special part of Toronto with that concert. The next day we went out drinking, which Amy documented at some point over LJ, when I must have been passed out in the next room. It was Halloween, and we saw lots of girls wearing the equivalent of bathing suits. They were really taking the whole slutty costume thing to the next level, which is very impressive when it is 0 degrees outside. The next day Amy and I went shopping, and bought some stuff. That is another thing that Toronto is great for: buying stuff. There is just so much of it.
Amy bought this hat, isn't it cute?
Yesterday evening when I got home after school, there was a $5 bill lying on the front steps outside. Clearly, someone from my house had dropped it, so I felt like keeping it would be like stealing since the rightful owner could be easily found. So I put up a note saying that I have found $5 on the steps and the owner could come claim it. At first I was slightly weary that I would get imposters, and then the rightful owner would come to claim it, and it would be gone. But, I gave my neighbours the benefit of the doubt. There are only 5 of us in the house... I don't thik any of them are going to lie about it cause it wouldn't be too hard to track them down. I got home today, and there was a note attached to my note that read: "Hey Margaret, the five dollars you've found may have been mine. Upon discovery of the loss, I had speculated that I had been shortchanged, but I'll trade a story of accident, neighbourlieness, and honesty for a cynic's simple 'caveat emptor' anytime. If no one else lays a claim, please, buy yourself a drink on me!". Isn't that nice? The person who wrote it had signed, but then erased their name, don't quite know why. Another neihbourly thing - a new tenant had posted a note asking if anyone wanted to split the cost of wireless with her, and the guy who lives upstairs just posted a note with his username and password, saying anyone could just use his wireless. It is like we are trying to compete for generousity awards! I think he won though.