Sooo last Wednesday, Alex and I walked downtown to check out Palais des Congrès, which is like Montréal's convention center, only instead of a big blue bear on the outside, they've got really colorful windows and pink statue things that make you feel really awkward. His brother presented his PhD there. Afterwards we wandered through the Old Port.
Will came over that evening and hung out with me and Taurean, discussing the hilarity behind Lil' Wayne's latest contribution to society (Direct quote, "Tomorrow’s Flavored Cigar Company Is Here Today! Today you can wear hip-hop clothes, wear hip-hop shoes, dance to hip-hop music, attend a night club, eat an upscale eatery, read from an array of hip-hop editorials and even drink a beverage inspired by hip-hop. Hip-hop has become the biggest product endorsers in the world of enterprise. So what is the missing link?? The answer: BOGEY BLUNTS." THX LIL WAYNE) Alex was gone, he spent the evening with one of his friends he didn't realize lives in Montréal. Will and I went to Bassdrive. Jenny had returned from her BC adventure and spun with Tulippe, and they dropped that Marvelettes remix (by my request, lawl) and it was glorious.
Fran and I explored Vieux-Port again on Thursday. The Perseid meteor shower was peaking that night, so Alex met up with us and we made a special trip to Jean-Drapeau, the darkest part of the city, to see some shooting star action. Unfortunately it was still waaaay too bright to see the seventy stars an hour. But I did see two, which is better than none I suppose. Afterwards, Fran and I went back to Nick's to do some doodling. Then I walked homez.
Kyle got back from BC on Friday, so we ended up going to Laurent's to kick it. We hung out and all painted this old, handle-less umbrella with acrylics. It turned out BEAUTIFULLY and I'm really mad I didn't get a photo of it.
Saturday consisted of sitting on the terrasse at Café Depot, then spending the evening at Parc du Mont-Royal with everyone. It was a very melty day, with very melty things in it. The evening concluded roughly, but I made a pretty neat drawing, and the night made for a comparatively awesome Sunday.
I woke up Sunday feeling really content and proactive. I made pasta for Alex and I, and made progress on my art project that I started a looong time ago. Really excited for that. At four, Will and I walked to TamTam, despite the shitty-looking weather. It only sprinkled lightly on us, but it was still enough to make the TamTam people go absolutely crazy. It was QUITE entertaining. After a while, we walked to the HUGE graffiti wall we found behind Foufounes the first week we were here. An annual event called "Under Pressure" was taking place, where a bunch of graffiti artists come in and paint over last year's pieces. There are DJs and a bunch of local semi-pro(?) skaters. It was REALLY cool, but I didn't bring my camera because again, I didn't want it to get rained on. After Under Pressure, we walked to this boulangerie he'd been raving about for the past few weeks called Cheskie's. We got these enormous $2 croissants that have chocolate in each layer... Absolutely amazing. Then we made the long trek from Mile End to Sherbrooke station in the pouring rain that commenced post-croisssant. From Sherbrooke, I walked (as it was still pouring) to Metropolis to see Crystal Castles and Rusko. This concert... God I don't know where to begin. Um, let's see. Well, first of all it was packed, wall to wall. Absolutely no room to dance. On several occasions I almost got fist-pumped to death by big, hairless, tank-top wearing (no offense Paul) bros. I was surrounded by tiny girls who were just bouncing furiously and waving one of their hands in the air at a time, all the while sporting the worst duck-faces I've ever seen, but breaking every so often to scream unintelligibly at the top of their lungs. The place was overrun by hipsters. Glow sticks, pre-pubescent bros, angry people pushing/yelling/spilling beer on each other... And shit, Rusko! Rusko opened his set by yelling, "LET'S HEAR IT FOR ME!" I thought at that point he had out-douched Excision, but that was only the beginning. Before every drop, he'd count down. "ARE YOU READY FOR A BASS SANDWICH? THREE! TWO! ONE!" He played the original versions of Sweet Shop, Swagga, and You Got to Know, the Doctor P version of Sick Tonight-- and then he followed each song by yelling "REEEEEMIIIIIXXXX!" and then, well, playing a remix of it. He played THREE versions total of Sweet Shop, and one of his "hot new singles" he played for us, was definitely a chopped up version of the same song. And he played a remix of Hot n' Cold by Katy Perry? Whaaaat? UGH GOD! RUSKO WAS TERRIBLE. So I was counting on Crystal Castles to save the day... They were awesome, except they had this really bad echo effect on her vocals so it was impossible to distinguish the lyrics or the key in which she was singing. And everyone only played for between 30 and 45 minutes... which in this show's case, was entirely acceptable. At least it had stopped raining by the end. It made for a much warmer walk home.
Anyway. I'm going to go do be productive... or something.
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