Courage My Love

Short and to the point dear readers, I've a lot of work to do, because I've spent the better part of my Saturday not being productive, but reading about electronics, filling out police reports and visiting bohemes in cafes.

A week or two ago, some of the kids I "work" for told me they were involved in a kind of band-a-palooza, or battle of the bands, or concert, or synonym of some sort. Anyway, I said "where?" They said "here," I said, "Can I have a ticket?" They said, "of course, Weezee." I said, "Can I have another ticket?" They said, "doi." I said, "I'm old ain't I?" They said, "kinda."

So, after finding a friend/theatre-coworker/boss to peruse the show with, I was on my way to the GIG Theatre in where but downtown Kitchener. But before I left, I made a conscious effort to be a stand up guy and buy something nice for the sishuta before they went on stage; unfortunately I was immediately distracted by something that usually always grabs my attention: tea, and energy drinks. This time, the two came in combination, a tea based energy drink. Oh, man! I LOVE tea! But I hate energy drinks! What do I do? I thought. Better buy it- wait why was I here again? Hmph. Must have been to buy this energy drink. And I was on my way . . . to buying some generic USDA certified 100% naturally brewed energy drink called GURU. It was a dollar. And it came in a big can. And it was organic. And I'm all for beautiful designs appealing to my appetite of creative wants on any material thing, really. So that's that, but to the point, like I said I would be: this energy drink is good! Sweet, like any other iced tea in a can, but with the astringent hint of that medicinal flavour we all find and love/hate in any energy drink - only this time, it wasn't anywhere near as strong, and for an energy drink, that's a big plus! And to put your mind at ease, that astringent medicinal flavour, not a result of chemical, but of none other than my close, personal root friend, ginseng. So if you find it, pick it up and try it out. It's my favourite energy drink so far; and trust me, I'm riddled with enough of them at work.

P.S. don't worry, I still got the kids something.



So, GIG theatre, me, tons of underagers and some responsible parents/lawyers/chocolatiers, and friend. But just what kind of underagers? Well, the cool ones I came to see, those kids who wanted to be in My Chemical Romance but weren't allowed in My Chemical Romance, extras from the video for Black Parade who decided to branch out and try singing as a potential career option, and those bands who were created because one day one of the members came up to his friends and said, "Dude, listen to this! HGDYSHDKSWHDUSHDDGJH*PIGSQUEAL*GHJHJDHFDHJKC!!!" Wherein the other friend said, "DUDE! Bum slap the base on that!" And then created some shitty clichéd name like Pig Squeal, or Squeally Piggy, or Bum Slap Piggy, or Pig Slap, or Dude, Let's Be All Hardcore and Practice Guitar for Hours on End, Not Taking into Consideration our Inability to Sing at All Because it Will be Muted by Our Awesome Pig Squealing. That's one of my favourites. Anyway, I arrived early to say hello to the kids before they went up, a solid hour and a half before they went up, unbenounst to me of course. Anyway, to pass the time I wandered the theatre, asking where the green room was, being told I couldn't go into the green room, going into the green room anyway, opening the fridge and seeing what kind of food might be in the fridge and finding that there was only ice cream and beer in the fridge. I couldn't care too much about the emos in the green room, or if I offended them or not, because I wasn't the one wearing tight, plastic, checkered red and black pants - they were offensive enough for the both of us. Soon after I snuck around for a bit and courteously listened to some terrible yelling. Do I sound invective? Well, if Alexis on Fire heard them singing, they probably would have, in a moment of self realization and personal truth, stopped and asked, "Omigawd? Do we ACTUALLY sound like that? Do people actually want to sing like that? We're terrible people."

So my friend came, and we waited. Spoke to the cool kids' cool parents, and waited for the kids' set. Somehow or another I was introduced as a chef; somehow or another I was asked what cooking school I went to; somehow or another I felt like a huge, giant, phony - at least until I told them I was merely a cook with a passion for food. A lawyer and I hit it off pretty well - he also liked food- his secret dream was to be a chef, or at least that's how I like to remember it. And then I got thirsty again.

By this time we had twenty minutes before our kids' set, so we booked it into the streets looking for some cafe, any cafe; I parkoured off of some cars like Jackie Chan and my friend walked calmly behind me, telling me how he'd like to someday ride over cars on rollerblades. Anyway, this brings me to my second drink of the night: Sol Maté - Just energy, no jitters. They forgot to mention, just a fancy bottle, no good taste. My friend told me before hand they weren't the best tasting beverages, but somewhere along the line the sound of his voice, or the meaning in it, must have been muted by my weakness for tea and pretty things (as mentioned). So, I bought it, and this is what it tasted like in a nutshell. Have you ever eaten pumpkin bread? Well take that in all it's nutmeggy, spicy pumpkin glory, put it in a blender with carbonated tonic water and strain it through some muslin cloth, squeezing hard to get as much flavour as you can out. Then drink it, and then realize that carbonated tea beverages don't always work as well as man conceives; but at least he tries. Will I buy it again? Not for the 2.50 I was charged. At least it was organic. Bah! What does that even mean anymore? Okay, back to the band!

In my honest opinion, not because I know the kids, not because they were the only girl band, not because they didn't scream loudly and painfully, not because all the 15 year old boys were secretly crushing on them, moshing in front of them because they wanted to impress them, and definitely not because their bass player was a 30 year old man who played with such awesomemnity that he burst into flames like some crazy elemental with his awesome riff action (and not because they gave me a free pin); but, because they actually made good music. My friend was especially impressed because he said, unknown to me, that they were mixing measures in their songs, which is apparently hard, and very good for 14 year olds. I dunno, I'm no music critic, I can't taste music, nor can I eat music -well, I suppose that's debatable. But, I know something that will smash your face when I hear it. And they were SO much better than the other bands there that I had to blog about it. They were so good, that instead of continually talking about how awesome a band of two twin teenager girls and their elemental bassist is I'm just gonna plug them for the rest of this entry. . . right now, so that you have to either go out and buy a CD, or listen to their music out of curiosity.



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. . . is awesome.

♥ Weezee, #1 fan.


The GIG Theatre
137 Ontario Street
Kitchener, ON N2H 3W5
(519) 342 6796

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