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My Giant Face

Thanks to Libby, we can all see what my face looked like projected on a wall the Austin conference I presented at from the Mullville’s house in Buffalo. Ugh.

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patrick

on June 15, 2005

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Do yourself a favor…

& spend at least some of today listening to Green Milk From The Planet Orange’s mp3 excerpts of their super-long songs as loud as possible. We saw them at 710 last night and they were great.

There was a lot of standing on chairs, laying down on stage, and whistle-blowing, screaming, and playing solos in the crowd. My favorite part was when Dead K, the guitar player, recreated the one-sided, apparently hilarious japanese phone call from "A Day in the Planet Orange," complete with sampled phone ringing. Then he pulled out a bull horn and ran out into the crowd again to scream some more. I imagine that snail will probably be the only one to bother to check out the songs, which is probably ok, because he is also most likely to enjoy it.

I was pretty excited to see the headlining Rubble as well, an Austin band I’d never seen before. They took a long time to set up, hanging a cloth in front of the stage that, before I relized they were going to project stuff on, I thought was the most pretentious thing in the world. Who plays rock and roll with a gauzy lace curtain separating them from the audience? I felt like a total dumbass when the light show started. They finally played at around 1:15 or so, but it was pretty much worth the wait. They play heavier MBV-, Bardo Pond-, or Loop-style stuff, and it’s nice to have something to look at other than a bunch of dudes stomping on effects pedals for that kind of a performance. It was getting late (Kelly had left me behind), and most people were just kinda standing there nodding along to the songs, but the bass player from GMFTPO was really getting down. I have no idea where he got all his energy after their set. I left once they played Grey Baby, which is posted on their site. Another good loud one to start the day with.

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patrick

on June 13, 2005

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End of the Road

The trip was fun, but I am so glad to be home to get the summer started right. We finally got back last night at 3 am after another half-day delay at O’Hare. We spent the earlier half of the day at Niagara Falls, but I forgot to take my camera. So here’re some pictures from Charlotte and Toronto instead.

We got to spend the day before Greg and Molly’s wedding with The Clawsons for some BBQ and a visit toSciworks.

Mmmm. Biscuitville.

I didn’t try a bowl, but the cross-section looked delicious.

This was our hotel in the T-to. Some girls we were talking to at the Spoon/Clientele show on Sunday night laughed at us for staying there, but it was being renovated, and we got the room for $69. They also made fun of us for drinking Molson Canadian at the show (which was also the cheapest). Apparently, Labatt’s 50 is more of a beer for watching indie rock shows, and MC is just for hockey. Hmm. Good to know.

View from the room (23rd floor!)

More view from the room

City Hall was next door

One-way signs in Canada don’t say one-way, which was a little disorienting.

I spent a lot of time wandering around to record stores and stuff while Kelly was at the conference on Monday, and then on Tuesday we went over together to gather swag at the trade show. We eventually wandered into the CBC Museum (Free!), which had all sorts of crazy broadcast equipment on display.

This was a sound effects machine for CBC radio in the 80s, there were several drawers like this on the unit, and a wordless control panel on it on top

They had several displays where you could just punch a button with a picture of a show or the name of a historical event and excerpts would play on a little TV. They started out all lit up, and then each button would dim as that clip played.

We ate at a great pan-Asian place on Queen St. West called EAST!, which is situated right next to the best piece of graffiti I saw on the entire trip.