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Basically, the best possible situation I could be in happened recently.
I was staying at a 100+ year old huuuuuge log cabin somewhere in Quebec. With professional special effects artists (pyrontechnician, gun handler, and hot, young, French assistant). Who were from Montreal. Sitting on the front porch. Between two beautiful lakes. Listening to the Arcade Fire. Drinking rum and cokes (the coke provided by the cabin's fountain machine...obviously).
The essentials for awesomeness were all present:
-old log cabin
-SFX people (who's name dropping included the likes of Charlize Theron, Bruce Willis, Robert De Niro, and Eddie Murphy amongst others)
-Quebec countryside
-Montreal
-hot French girl
-rum
-Arcade Fire
-lakes
-porch hangouts
The only thing missing was Jason. So sad. Oh, AND I was getting paid for it!
This movie could be really horrible or really swell...I can't tell yet.
Abundance of good shows! Akron/Family in Kingston...A++++ Of Montreal...even better.
Spencer and I went to Temptation Tea Shop beforehand and there were only two other customers inside.
Anna: Psst! Spence! I bet those guys are from Of Montreal.
Spencer: Why do you say that?
A: Well, they're definitely not from Ottawa
S: How can you tell?
A: One of them is wearing overalls
(at this point one of them went into the washroom and the other ran across the street)
S: Haha
A: Plus I just saw one of them go into Barrymores
S: Maybe they're in the Management
A: The MGMT is probably onstage right now
S: True
(Sound of bathroom door opening)
A: Here he comes! Ask him!
S: Excuse me. This is going to seem really random, but, are you in Of Montreal?
Guy: Yeah, I am
A: Yessssss.
(introductions and talk of XTC)
The show was fab. Except it got vicious towards the end. I was standing right in front of the stage where the drummer was. And as he was playing his bass drum started shifting around. I thought maybe I should reach up and hold onto it, but I didn't want to get scolded or somehow get my fingers chopped off by other equiptment. Eventually the roadie ran up and tried to fix it. As soon as they were done playing, the drummer threw his drums around a bit, ran offstage, and ran up to me and said "I desperately needed your help!" and I was all "Sorry...I wasn't sure what I should do" but he just walked off. Sheesh. I'M NOT SOME GODDAMN OF MONTREAL ROADIE, YOU KNOW!
I was staying at a 100+ year old huuuuuge log cabin somewhere in Quebec. With professional special effects artists (pyrontechnician, gun handler, and hot, young, French assistant). Who were from Montreal. Sitting on the front porch. Between two beautiful lakes. Listening to the Arcade Fire. Drinking rum and cokes (the coke provided by the cabin's fountain machine...obviously).
The essentials for awesomeness were all present:
-old log cabin
-SFX people (who's name dropping included the likes of Charlize Theron, Bruce Willis, Robert De Niro, and Eddie Murphy amongst others)
-Quebec countryside
-Montreal
-hot French girl
-rum
-Arcade Fire
-lakes
-porch hangouts
The only thing missing was Jason. So sad. Oh, AND I was getting paid for it!
This movie could be really horrible or really swell...I can't tell yet.
Abundance of good shows! Akron/Family in Kingston...A++++ Of Montreal...even better.
Spencer and I went to Temptation Tea Shop beforehand and there were only two other customers inside.
Anna: Psst! Spence! I bet those guys are from Of Montreal.
Spencer: Why do you say that?
A: Well, they're definitely not from Ottawa
S: How can you tell?
A: One of them is wearing overalls
(at this point one of them went into the washroom and the other ran across the street)
S: Haha
A: Plus I just saw one of them go into Barrymores
S: Maybe they're in the Management
A: The MGMT is probably onstage right now
S: True
(Sound of bathroom door opening)
A: Here he comes! Ask him!
S: Excuse me. This is going to seem really random, but, are you in Of Montreal?
Guy: Yeah, I am
A: Yessssss.
(introductions and talk of XTC)
The show was fab. Except it got vicious towards the end. I was standing right in front of the stage where the drummer was. And as he was playing his bass drum started shifting around. I thought maybe I should reach up and hold onto it, but I didn't want to get scolded or somehow get my fingers chopped off by other equiptment. Eventually the roadie ran up and tried to fix it. As soon as they were done playing, the drummer threw his drums around a bit, ran offstage, and ran up to me and said "I desperately needed your help!" and I was all "Sorry...I wasn't sure what I should do" but he just walked off. Sheesh. I'M NOT SOME GODDAMN OF MONTREAL ROADIE, YOU KNOW!