Snowstorm, schmostorm*

*Ok, getting a ride at 3 a.m. on Saturday was a bit of a bitch. But overall, the show goes on, eat it winter.

Friday:
A parade of you favourite friends. Gin. Tonic. Belmonts. Laugh a lot. Listen to Grizzly Bear.

Saturday:
Wrestle out of the comfort of the Bermuda triangle. Re-establish your love of one vintage Levis cowboy shirt. ‘Saturday mixtape’. Meet everyone down the street for the cutest afternoon line-up eva...Sports. Green Go. Winter Gloves. Hexes and Ohs.

Highlights:
Winter Gloves. I have such a hard on for this band. They sound so good I am continuously baffled by their slow rise…not to mention how ridiculously hot they are.

Overheard on song #4:
Q: Why are you not doing this guy? (or at least trying to…)
A: In response to calls of ‘encore’ lead singer: “Sorry we have to get home. It’s late. We have babies.”
I’ll say it again, I hate babies. They ruin everything.

Green Go have a great sound, all former-band-kid-well-trained and synthy. A bit awkward on the ‘between-songs-banter’. *
*upcoming party alert: rumour has it Green Go lead vocalist is DJing the next Unsigned with the band to host an afterparty under (?! C’est possible?) the Cameron House – which would be a change from the usual but ALWAYS fun Steamwhistle afterparty…decisionsdecisions*

Sunday:
Hangover death even a delicious Beaver brunch and new vintage boots could not solve.
Glimmer of hope in a long worthless day:
Fearless Freaks.
If you haven’t seen it and you ever liked music even a little, you need to watch this.
Proof that amazing-creative-genius-sparkling-sunshine-spaceship-forever-art-music-greatness can come from anywhere.
Even Oklahoma fucking City.

Monday: new swim regime commences. Me and ten speedo-clad over-40 mans. lucky girl, I am.

No, really.