Monday, February 14th, 2005
Only Love Can Break Your Heart
Thrasher’s Wheat has started a petition to get Neil Young’s “lost” album Time Fades Away rereleased. The third part of the so-called “Ditch” trilogy, it’s companion records On The Beach and Tonight’s The Night are for my money Neil’s absolute best works and I’d love to hear Time Fades Away in any form. But while I’ll certainly sign the petition, I’m not sure how much good it’ll do. It’s my understanding that it’s Neil, and not Reprise, who doesn’t want the album released, and if there’s one thing that’s certain about Neil Young, it’s that no one – and no one – is going to make him do anything he doesn’t want to do. But still, it’s worth a shot.
Just last night, I was commenting to a friend that it’s been well over a year since I’ve been to the Opera House (October 2003, to be precise), my least favourite venue in the city. Well, that little streak is coming to an end on June 4th when Low come to town for the first time since October 2002. If you want an idea of what to expect from the Low live experience, Bradley’s Almanac has some mp3s recorded at their show last week in Somerville, MA.
I have nothing to say about the Grammies. Yes, I know Wilco won a couple. I still don’t care. The only thing about the Grammies that could possibly have interested me was if a giant lizard rose up out of the Pacific and destroyed the venue where they were holding the ceremonies. THAT would have interested me. But did it happen? No. So there.
Dear NHL and NHLPA – Go fuck yourselves. Both of you. I’ve been a hockey fan for as long as I can remember. I was buying hockey cards before a third of the players in the league were even born. I have lost copious amounts of money in hockey pools (hey – I said I was a hockey fan, not a SMART hockey fan). But you know what? I don’t miss the season one bit. Anytime I think I MIGHT start getting a little wistful that there’s no hockey this year, I read any of the news stories about your so-called labour negotiations, and I’m disgusted. Nothing makes me happier than the fact that you – and I mean ALL of you – are losing money. You swear you’ll never play under a salary cap and yet, you have no problem going to the European and minor leagues and playing for far less money, all the while taking jobs away from other players – but I bed you’d all cry bloody murder if the owners tried to bring scabs into the NHL, right? And to the owners – it’s your own goddamn fault. No one forced you to pay $12-trillion dollars for Bobby Holik or Darius Kasparitus. Salaries are where they are because you’re idiots. So to the players and the owners, I give you a hearty YOU ALL SUCK. I hope your children go hungry. I hope your dogs pee on your carpets. I don’t care if you ever come back. Seriously. It’s actually nice to not have to be disappointed by the Leafs in the playoffs for a change.
And the Raptors suck, too. We traded Vince Carter for what? An opportunity to buy out Alonzo Mourning for $10M? NICE DEAL. God, is it baseball season yet?
And while I’m ranting, damn do I hate computers sometimes. Without getting into details, one of my IDE ports decided to take a little vacation last night for about an hour, and then inexplicably return just as I was about to tear my hair out. That, I did not need. Update: Now my computer at work will no longer play CD-Rs. I HATE COMPUTERS.
Ahh, piss and vinegar. Happy Valentine’s Day… Bah, humbug. Heavy Black Frames is somewhat less cynical about the occasion, offering a rather nice MP3 mix that covers many facets of that many-faceted thing that is love. Of course, I don’t see anything to represent my favourite facet: seething, festering bitterness.
Oh, I’m kidding. My bitterness doesn’t seethe. It just sort of… I dunno, percolates? Do you think that if I made dinner reservations for tonight for two at a fancy restaurant, showed up all dressed up and sat there for an hour looking progrssively more dejected and stood up, I’d get a free pity meal? Because I’m not above that.
np – My Bloody Valentine / Isn’t Anything