braking teeth


can’t pin me down
Friday 9 July 2010, 15:10
Filed under: absorb, photos

The patience to sit down and write just hasn’t come to me lately.  Instead I have been opting for the stream of consciousness ease that Tumblr offers. Tumblr hybridizes itself as the gifted love child of Facebook and WordPress by  dropping recessive traits (polarized lack of privacy and complete anonymity) while championing their strengths (viral content and flexible style).

Starting with a pictorial account of our Coachella roadtrip,  I created a photo tumblog called Edmonton Ericsson.

After a couple of weeks I noticed tumblr’s allure and created a catch all tumblog to repost treasures (trash?) found while internetting. It’s called Beatbank.

Posts here will be few and far between for a while.

love,

jenni

p.s. the term ‘tumblog’ is lame and makes me cringe. i apologize for using it.

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a sick sensitivity
Friday 19 March 2010, 15:27
Filed under: absorb, art

doillies based on the structure of viruses by Laura Splan.

SARS, HIV, Herpes, Influenza, Hepadna



shit: lost
Monday 25 January 2010, 11:55
Filed under: absorb

GOLD!!

by MYTHS

Just heard tell of them playing the Biltmore (Vancouver) with HEALTH next week. I definitely will not be in attendance and I will miss HEALTH in Edmonton with Bayonets!!! too. Double shit.

via



the london cure
Thursday 3 September 2009, 17:43
Filed under: absorb, bike, edmonton, job, lists, shows

Started this one nearly three weeks ago.

Cassie said something to the effect of, “When I told people I was going to Edmonton no one knew what I was talking about. I almost don’t want anyone to find out because that would ruin it. I could live here.”

There you have it. Edmonton is the London cure.

Things have been happening. In no particular order:

1. It has been what some would consider oppressively hot for the last few days. If you say so people. I’m still wearing two layers under flannel and breaking in two new pairs of skinny jeans (from goodwill!). The heat hasn’t really hit me.

My office mate is a (lovely) middle aged lady with a heart condition. She had to leave before lunch because the heat had totally drained her. Now we have a new over sized air conditioning unit in the office. I hate it. Everything I listen to needs more volume thus costing me valuable dicking around discretion points plus it all sounds like lo-fi while accompanied by this new humidity sucking hum. That’s alright.

If you have a desk job and know of a good moisturizing nasal spray, please recommend it to me.

2. BRAIDS (fma the Neighbourhood Council) played at a ‘secret’ house venue called Castle Awesome two weekends ago. Ace. They easily defended their title as my favourite unheard of Canadian band, not that any one was challenging it. Maybe Colourbook if they tried. BRAIDS didn’t play a single track from their first release. I wasn’t disappointed.

A CJSR host, probably Aaron Levin, said there were 150 kids at that show. Many of them were crammed under a low ceiling in a what was effectively a sauna yet they were remarkably reverent of BRAIDS performance.

People keep saying, “the singer is obviously influenced by Bjork.” I was defensive. Who isn’t? Just because a girl uses her natural voice, pushing it to its ragged edges rather than trying maintain some level of pretty composure doesn’t mean she’s imitating Bjork. I am a huge Bjork fan but I think Raphaela is legitimately doing her own thing.

Ok, it’s a fair comparison but it just feels too obvious to bother mentioning- like all dude harmonies default to a Beach Boys influence. Right Doug? If I truly enjoy something I become oblivious to its predecessors. When Shamira pointed out the glaring similarity between Rural Alberta Advantage and Neutral Milk Hotel I was both incredulous and dismissive.

Check out the BRAIDS blog.

3. We are playing more nerd games, more frequently. Shamira was shuffling a deck and actually said, “Hey, is there an expansion pack in this? It feels thicker”

4. Still decompressing from the awful realization of #3

5. Keep forgetting to post pictures from the Steel Wheels show. I will do it soon.

6. The study is finally in use. Shamira got a 24″ iMac last week and an interesting glass desk to suspend the iMac’s beauty. I’m trying my best not to leer at it.

7. Caylie is heading off to the far reaches of the continent again. Safe travels cdg.

8. bikes bikes bikes

9. My boss asked me to leave the office for a few minutes yesterday so he could talk with Carolyne. That meant someone(s) was about to be fired. Taking advantage of their misfortune and our waning sales, I took a few bikes for a spin upstairs.

ughhhhhh.

I want a new bike but not badly enough to buy one. The new rides gave me plenty of overhaul ideas for my own fall/winter projects. Here’s what I tried: Norco SixTwo, Giant Bowery ’72, Devinci Tosca, and a Norco Ryde.

The Bowery didn’t really impress me. The SixTwo felt like a guilty pleasure. The Ryde was god-awful – no dirt/street riding in my near future. The Tosca was the only one that really piqued my interest. It felt perfect. Maybe I will reward myself with a new cyclo-cross bike in a couple of years when I can really appreciate it.

10. For now I will stick to not messing up my $10 headset. Note: don’t throw away parts of your steering mechanism just because your friend says it will be more smooth. Just don’t.



get your ass outta bed, i’ll explain it on the way
Monday 20 July 2009, 11:58
Filed under: absorb, party, photos, projects, shows

(i’ve decided to link everything from now on)

too much happening!

Last MONDAY i don’t recall…

TUESDAY Illfit Outfit played with Parlovr from Montreal and a previously unheardof opener, The Futuremen, at Likwid Lounge. Luckily it was the debut performance of the Futuremen so they had a handful of eager fans providing very vocal feedback (mostly appreciative) until the more seasoned typical show goers arrived near the end of Parlovr’s set. I was apologetic to the gents for the slim attendance -I didn’t say so, but I anticipated lack of promotion and our three shows in the previous weeks might make for the worst attended illfit show in recent memory- but they were  so freaking upbeat and positive it didn’t get them down. The emtpy spaces in the room certainly didn’t have any effect on the ferocity of their show. They were just as awe-inspiring as when I last saw them in the same showcase as Mt. Royal whom I sat in for at last Halifax Pop Explosion. Maybe more so.

Right after their set an influx of people filled up the room. I was kicking myself for not having pushed the promoter, Mark Hayes formerly of MBP aka Mark Birtles Project, harder to let Illfit open instead of headline. That would have been ideal. I really wish more people had seen them. Next time they play Edmonton I will be even more dilligent in spreading the word but I don’t think that will be necessary. I am absolutely convinced that they’re radness will have them much talked about soon.

The trio, Alex, Jeremy and Louis, definitely have the attitude that I am beginning to conclude is essential for indie bands to turn talent into success. Enquiring about their tour so far I don’t remember hearing a single word about poorly attended shows, hunger, fatigue, shitty promoter experiences, none of that. Actually a promoter in Saskatchewan canceled two days prior to the show leaving PARLOVR with two unbooked days. They found the silver lining and had a blast camping both nights.

Anyway, they are one of my favorite Canadian bands right now on account of their attention commanding live show, steller personalities and fucking top quality raw, danceable, & supersingable songs. I wish them the best. I should tell them so.

WEDNESDAY 90’s party rehearsal…

90s

shout outs to what seems to be the Dance Mix 95 cover incorporated into Catherine's poster design

THURDAY Daniel returned to Edmonton for his show at Brixx with Hank & Lily (by the way, people sure love spectacle). He’s been in Vancouver where he can legitimately live busking through a winter rather than subsist as he was here in Edmonton. As I had anticipated he called three days before the show asking myself and the other members to perform unrehearsed. Somehow the promoter mistakenly booked the DB Buxton Revue instead of Daniel solo. Anyway, we played for nearly an hour for the first time since March (when he last breezed into town) but for the bassist Dave Farhall (THE fucking ACE bass man in Edmonton I would say) it was the first time playing Daniel’s music since February.

Back in the day we were really well rehearsed and we usually anticipate eachother’s improvisation pretty easily so it wasn’t an issue to conjure up the recollections of form. Sometimes it amazes me how supernatural musical ability is- mostly when I observe non musical individuals trying to clap or carry a tune. On one hand we definitely can’t take credit for being graced with inherent aptitudes that we never think twice of but maybe performing isn’t so effortless as it seems. Daniel and I have gotten into several arguments about whether or not born-in musical ability exists. His perspective is that abilities can only be taught or learned. I think that’s ridiculous for obvious reasons.

Natural talent aside, like many musicians, I have studied music since I was wee. It is such a slap in the face having to hound promoters for payment or act thankful for being paid after hauling heavy shit, waiting for the late soundman to bitch and moan about soundchecks (he definitely never has to volunteer his services), spending upwards of 5 hours of my time in their venue to make them money that nowhere near compensates me for the tens of thousands of dollars and countless hours invested into studying music for 22 years of my 26 year life. Such is life.

Don’t get me wrong, if I am stoked about an playing on a sick bill, playing for a cause, or  helping a touring friend or good promoter in a pinch money isn’t an issue. But when a bar is gaining patrons that would be elsewhere if not for the show who pay at the door then proceed to eat and drink, there is no reason for the band(s) who drew the crowd to grovel for a pittance let alone leave empty handed. Simple as that. If you are a musician in Edmonton then you will know exactly who I am talking about. If you aren’t, I am talking about promoters at the Starlite and its basement, Brixx aka Velvet Underground aka Victory Lounge.

Still, i love music.

FRIDAY The 90’s party at CIRCLES had a promising start with DJ’s Sarah (smallcaps) & Karen Campos spinning bumpin hits of yesterdecade, NES games projected onto a wall, illegal beers, and veggie pizza-a-plenty.

go90s

my so called 90s outfit consisting of items i wear normally

I was convinced that Illfit shouldn’t hurry into our covers of Moist, Wallflowers, Chris Isaac, Macarena (Thievery Corp, dubstylee on the spot), White Town, and U2 @%&#!!! Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me. Delaying the start proved to be a bad idea. The party got busted by the 5-0 halfway through the Boyfriends set. I think we only managed to play three songs of our set: Song 2 by Blur, a Blink 182 cover and ‘What’s Love Got To Do With It’. Yes, it is not actually a 90s song but it was on the soundtrack for the movie starring Ms. Angela Bassett released in the 90s. We had just begun the raunch dirge that is Cranberries ‘Zombie’ when a male and female officer sauntered in.

Jay, CIRCLES resident and propietor, stepped outside with them as I was starting to mouth them off.  My candor may have been due to the Red Bull, beers and Grand Marnier but I seriously have a problem with the Edmonton Police DIService. I’ve had too many experiences of calling them for help only for them to be of no help and/or not show up. Seeing them harass the homeless, manhandle jaywalkers, use tasers irresponsibly, and generally show preference for protecting the property of the wealthy (their real job) has turned me off completely. “Thankfully” the officers didn’t write Jay a $2500 ticket. This city is such bullshit. Jay is putting on parties for people that aren’t content to attend the usual douchebag bars and hipster hangouts in a neighborhood that needs serious revitalization. I understand why bylaws and licenses exist but they certainly harsh our rad.

Boyfriends didn’t get to perform our covers of Cranberries, Bran Van 3000 (Drinking in L.A.!) or the reprise of our four alarm Spice Girls medley so I was temporarily bummed. A subsequent 20 minute kitten discussion with a handful of loyal CIRCLES regulars finishing last beers turned things around, as always.

The musical highlight of the night for me was Illfit’s operatic trio outro in leiu of string section outro to that badass song from the Batman Forever soundtrack. Our singing is definitely improving. Liam’s intonation is becoming killer and my voice is beginning to match the suppleness of his. FUN

SATURDAY, SUNDAY, TODAY – so much awesome stuff to be added after my chili picnic with Shamira.



he’s a bird dog
Sunday 21 June 2009, 10:39
Filed under: absorb, family, projects

Sean Nicholas Savage

i can’t stop singing his songs. with their simplicity, ease and abundance i can entertain myself for an entire afternoon intimating bites of snack length tunes.

today is my dad’s birthday. it is also father’s day. sean’s music reminds me of my dad. gerald “jerry” roberts could conjure a jaunty (if not raunchy) song from his memory of living in the days before radio, the days before rock, and the days before music needed to feign cynicism or style.

studying a performing art especially in a classical style can lead a performer to believe that the execution of something particularly difficult in a “perfect” manner validates their training. it does. it doesn’t mean that impeccable intonation, theory knowledge, timing, chops, or unending convoluted verse will effectively express the loneliness of a city, the thrill of biking in summer, of the loss of love.

pop is a battlefield. i often feel that i should be creating something more serious, more experimental, more challenging. then i listen to sean’s music and remember that proficiency should not be confused with relevance.

*           *           *

today is my dad’s birthday. it is his third posthumously. it will be the third that has come and gone without me scattering his ashes in Coaldale as i had planned. apparently a 6 month time line for mourning was too short.

i am working on something. so far it is only in my mind. i’m gathering memories or forging them from scraps of family annecdotes to create a project that will hopefully shed some light on how my father’s side came to be the way they are. we are. i am calling it Sugar Beet League.