i do too. but there's another 500 films i need to watch. my mom and i have a blockbuster.com queue that's getting way out of hand.

i didn't write about it before, but i want to put my grandma's passing on my list. my whole world has become so different in the six months (it doesn't even feel like six months) and the empty feeling i get when i come home and i don't hear her singing songs she learned in the bomb shelters back during wwii or dancing with my brother to herb alpert is one i don't think i'll ever not feel walking through the front door. but she helped me become more independent. before september- honest to god- i had never done a load of laundry. i felt stupid tossing my stuff in the washer asking my mom what the hell i was supposed to do.

well, the thing is, i really love that music, i hardly get tired of these bands; but what really means to me and makes it dear is more like what was life for those bands, what was putting on shows, putting out fanzines, making flyers, doing artwork, starting record labels, setting up tours and then evolve past the simple music to music that ranges from like the most aggressive metal up to that point to stuff like beat happening and all the points in between. all with no media attention, no financial backing, NO INTERNET and just doing because not only was it the funnest thing to do but because it needed to happen and it affected everything so fucking much that it now exists, it's easier to obtain and participate now yet most people take it for granted and the people who actually try to do stuff are too far up their ass with some stupid agenda; it also shows that the revolution starts with the individual.

yeah, i'd love to see the movie too.

that's what i like, that feeling of community. the whole blog thing today is, i guess, the logical step because of the internet and bands now can get 100,000 copies of a cd out just through one site hyping them but back then everything seemed.. yeah, more individual and raw.

dude, i do a blog, i don't do layouts, i don't have to hook anything up, i just google images and write shit up and even with 5 minutes can get songs for people to listen to while they are reading what i write and i haven't posted anything new since february, and i have little excuses (ok, had some computer problems) for not doing it. and all i can think is, does guys had to do everything BY HAND!!! and it was awesome.

makes me feel like an idiot.

nah, not an idiot. it's inevitable, having the internet.

Uhh Drinking, Music and the longing to have been a teen in the 90's instead of the retarded 00's.

you are right, it actually makes me feel like a lazy bum.

at least we're not going to be teens in the '10s, when culture is just going to do itself in.

every-e- haha, not a bum either. i can't keep up with a personal blog for more than three entries, much less a music blog. i'm a bum.

i need to review like 20 albums, plus camera obscura's concert, sy's, and transcribe and clean up a bunch of interviews i have in the can plus make questions for new ones.

but that has to wait because i need to finish a story for my day job.

i will probably end up doing all that in like two months, hahaha.

speaking of stuff in the can, i've kept a lot of stuff i've written (music or prose or real-life accounts, reviews et al.) in the can for years and years. i literally have boxes and boxes of shit i've done that i've never shown anyone because i'm not sure if it's good enough to show anyone.

that can only work in your favor for getting a writing job, if you you felt so inclined

i do too! i have boxes of journals and papers i'm too afraid to show people. some of it is mortifying.

i read my stuff every once in a while, it's spread over the diaspora of my home, i still have those reviews i was talking about and well, awful lyrics i wrote in 5th grade, etc. i hardly show anyone what i write, though...difficult to do when working on a mainstream magazine, i know.

Acne

So far i've avoided that...

fucken aids (acne) shittest thing of being teen, and still got them.

First kiss.

cobain's death
shannon hoon's death
two fave bands in two years gonzo.
at least through nirvana i found SY.
the year that punk broke. bought that for the nirvana, then got blown away by Schizophrenia. Never before did I hear such odd, yet beautiful song structures.

I have no cultural/societal memories, mostly because I have a horrendous memory (seriously, I think I have a disorder).

One memory that sticks out is taking the train downtown with some friends to Reckless. We felt so mature, finding our own means of transport, and so foolishly cool, because no one else in our school had even heard of that store. We were so naive and self-centered.

Another is the first party I was at that got "busted." I distinctly remember Aphex Twin's Ambient Works playing at the time, and I was lying in a stupor on a bed while people were copulating in the jacuzzi tub in the accompanying bathroom. Someone busts in and yells "Cops!" in a panic, and I crawl out the window and into the woods.

I think I missed out on a lot, not having any female friends. I never got to have those giggly teenage moments. I'm still waiting to have a good toenail-paining sleepover.

In a nutshell:

Cider/ girls/ fags/ John Peel/ Brother's record collection/ Urusei Yatsura 1996/ Mogwai 1997 (soooooooo loud)/ Atari Teenage Riot 1997 (ditto)/ sex/ clothes/ 1997 election/ Joyce/ Dostoyevsky/ hatred/ superiority/ Debord (I regret this a bit)/ Marx (ditto)/ violent political activism (very ditto)/ writing terribly for terrible fanzines/ discovering good record stores/ meeting my best friend/ guitar/ band/ bandmates/ drugs/ walking/ countryside/ car accidents/ teenage death.

Ooh, article-writing. I cringe at the ones I did for a college paper. They seemed so disproportionately exuberant and opinionated, two things which, while not necessarily bad, must be tamed over time in order to be effective.

Were you a Communist, Glice?

I thought I was a lot of things. I'm not going to go into details, but I did a few things that I would say I genuinely regret, rather than moderately embarassing myself, which is what people usually mean by regret. I actually have no idea whether my fanzine writing was any good, I took the wise move of never keeping anything I wrote. I imagine it was brilliant, as per my general-ness.

I could make a cock joke here, but I assume at this point those are implied.

If you truly regret those things, you must have done/caused things whose repercussions were devastating and irreversible. I'm intrigued.

Hmm. Sorry, it's the internet. If you fancy a pint at any point though, I shall happily regail you with tales of woe.

I can think of a few things that I think have defined my teenage years:
1. Making the decision to grow my hair and finally giving up trying to fit in to a particular group.
2. My first genuine full blown house party with a former enemy and people I only vaguely knew who then became my best friend's in the world ever.
3. Endless nights of chilling in Washingmachine's room listening to and playing music, drinking and arguing about all manner of cultural topics.
4.The first time my first band went to the practise room in the local community centre
5. Hearing Sonic Youth for the first time at Washingmachine's place and referring to them as "a non-alcoholic hangover"; how wrong I was...
6. Discovering my political beliefs.

Leaving home, buying Bad Moon Rising, hearing Swans play live, seeing Scorpio Rising and reading Last Exit to Brooklyn all pretty much made me what I am now. For better or worse.

Smoking weed out of a can....that was 12 or 13, but still.

Nothing was particularly momentous. The only thing that even comes close would be my parents splitting up. Life post-divorce has been completely different than before the divorce. Sometimes I can't believe it. Anyway, I think who I am today is a result of the divorce more than anything else. It set into motion a series of events that don't really stand out from each other when I look back on things. I mean, there wasn't really anything exceptional about any singular event. Very little of it has any meaning to me now. But if any of it was missing, I think I'd be a very different person. I'm extremely fond of myself as I am today, so I'm glad things happened the way they did.

mushrooms.

It seems like nothing's changed since 2000...
But some times that really got me are:
Going to Montreal for a week (completely found out where I wanted to be)
Getting into Sonic Youth/all MY music.
One 'relationship' I hate to think back on that I really fucked up.
Essentially losing contact with my best fucking friend (we still rarely talk or see each other...)
Meeting Jamie and Matt in school. (Matt a while before Jamie, from grade 7-8, Jamie in gr9.) Two dudes I could not get along without.
Learning how much I hate most people, and how fucked up almost everything is.
Getting into philosophy.

i just got an outbreak on my chin. ugh. fucking acne pads aren't worth shit.

as for milestones of my teens:

first kiss
first listening to Daydream Nation
getting a car

i'm still working on it.

EDIT: 1,000 posts.

Oh yeah first kiss.

More late adolescent/early teen, but definitely up there in the popular consciousness.

truncy- i still tivo that in the morning. sbtb is always going to be way too close to my heart.

you know, i forgot the time i saw thurston walking down the street on my little list. that still is such an awesome moment for me.

videogames
weed
nirvana
sonic youth's year punk broke video
wu-tang clan
writing funny stories at school with my friends