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"Gritty Dangles" - Exclaim Review

2009-05-26T13:54:00.000-07:00

Hey peeps, peep it:
http://www.exclaim.ca/musicreviews/latestsub.aspx?csid1=132&csid2=870&fid1=38765

Personally, I get excited every time I see the word "Dangles" in print.

Once ya go boner...

2009-05-12T21:20:00.000-07:00

Hey yeah so I've been told it's been quite a while since the last post, and that our legion of blog fans has been reduced to the core element of cult-members due to the lack of new output. I respond thus:
A) This was a test to weed out those impulsive young types who can't sit still and make the seewee grass baskets and other traditional arts and crafts because they gotta run off and play the nintendo or what have you.
B) This shit's layered, dahwgs. You gotta spend time with each blog entry so you can work through all the metaphorical levels of meaning and sub-meanings and shit. I just thought I'd give you all a break so you could catch your breath and do some heavy-duty analysis. If you'll allow me to refer you to the posts of December 2nd, 2008 & January 31, 2009 I think you'll find some choice examples of French feminism, neo-Spenglerian cyclical theory, and a classic 1980s new historicist methodology with a dash of Miltonic/Skeltonic metrical experimentation. Enjoy.

So with those issues addressed, let's move on. It's just you and me now, man. YOU may very well be the last remaining reader of this blog, so I turn to you to take what follows and tell the future what happened here on this url when all is dust and chaos.

Gunnar busted a serious nut in April yo. The split release weekend was insane because all the bands ripped dangerously hard and all the peeps who came out were too serious for me to even get close to because of thier blazing hotness , impeccable fashion sense, interesting hair, personality, charisma, and overall good looks. That's right, you all know who you are, I don't have to name names. Thanks to all you sexy motherfuckers as well as Creeper, LTC, Japanese Beaver are Canadian (from Bracebridge! Shit!), and Akroid for playing. Thanks again to the grgs dudes who helped us out big time and made us sound rad! You can pick up a copy of the new "Gritty Dangles" split by contacting us in any of the usual ways.

Shit got crazy again on the 18th at Torrie Wilson's pad in Thorold. There was so much smoke that my left arm starting hurting halfway through the night, but in a good way. Like in an "overcome this shit or else you'll miss the next sick jam" kind of way. And by "sick jam", I mean "Pretty Shitty City". I'd add more detail but, to be perfectly frank, I had been drinking and it was a few weeks ago, so things are getting a little hazy.

Finally, last week was the one-year anniversary of the lease on our rehearsal factory jamspace. To celebrate we all gathered around the laptop with movie-playing capabilities (!) and enjoyed our favourite substances while Matt worked on his physics homework. Rob showed up with a new tattoo which really got the party started. Hard to believe it's been a year now, but that's fucking science for you. Productivity has increased tenfold, as has our ability to sleep in a jampspace which doesn't charge by the hour. We laughed and shuddered as we reminisced about previous practice rooms*, which shall not be named because the internet has been directly linked (by scientists) to some sketchy-ass shit.

So that's April in review for you. Coming soon: May.

*Mike Pedro eats bunnies.

Dark Alleys, Big Gigs.

2009-04-02T19:44:00.000-07:00

GRITTY DANGLES.
FRIDAY AND SATURDAY.
COME GIT IT.

Me and Matt almost got bushwacked in an alley tonight.

Luckily our scalpel-sharp sarcasm averted any precision volleys of bassist hand-thunder.

Let's take a look at the Gunnar Thunder in action:
Fig.1: The "Thunder Zone"
Fig. 2: The "Inverted Heisenberg" Dangle

Final countdown

2009-03-29T09:52:00.000-07:00

I've been out of the country for a time now avoiding creditors and paralegal assistants, living under an assumed name in a secret location. Let's just say its hard to post regular blogs in such rocky terrain. Last night I realized it had been nuff time since the last post, so I missioned through the whole night to reach a computer. I gotta make this quick. Supplies are running dangerously low. And that guy across the room has been watching me for 5 minutes.

The Gunnar-Akroid split is nearing completion. All I can say is it's hot/powerful/full o'dangle. The rest you'll have to wait and see for yourself.

A friendly reminder that this split is taking back the streets next weekend at these places/times:
-Friday, April 3 @ Annie's [372 Queen St. E] w/Gunnar, Akroid, LTC, and Creeper. Doors @ 9:00pm, $5.

and then,

-Saturday, April 4 @ Marcello's [235 Queen St.] w/Gunnar, Akroid, and Japanese Beaver are Canadian. Music starts after 10:00pm, no cover.

Here's the facebook event links, because, according to Descartes and Schopenauer, people without facebook don't actually exist in reality.
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/event.php?eid=50617304500
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=53860492108

This is going to be huge, we're all mega-stoked and eating plenty of fruit this week in order to get ready for this.
Only thing is I will need a ride to Canada from this undisclosed location. If someone could triangulate my position that would be great.
SEND HELP!

Party's over

2009-03-14T09:44:00.000-07:00

On behalf of Gunnar Rapido, I wish Braeden Corkery from Creeper a speedy recovery after getting his kneecap owned at Teranga last night. He took it good though, last I saw him he was clenching a drumstick between his teeth as the paramedics got him into the ambulance. +1000 punk points duder.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

2009-03-09T16:48:00.000-07:00

Here's some stuff that happened this weekend.
1. Ate nachos.
2. Some old dude grabbed my butt at a bar.
3. Mentally spin kicked old dude.
4. Tried wearing a new blue hat, but decided to stick with the old brown hat.
5. Successfully ate at Subway WITHOUT getting food poisoning 24 hours later.
6. Ate a cookie made with real Aero bars.
7. Saw some guy yell "WHERE'S THE JUSTICE?!" at the moon.
8. Heard a dude say his name was "H".
9. Accidentally flossed part of my moustache into the space between two molars where it got stuck.
10. Was asked what the "drinking policy" was while standing inside an Anglican church.
11. Answered; "you should probably put the tequila in a Tim Horton's cup first".

Sometimes I wish I had a digital camera

2009-03-08T10:17:00.000-07:00

because it's pretty difficult to describe stuff visually with only 26 letters to work with. And I don't know how to type a ROFL copter. Anyways thanks to whoever left all that nifty junk in the lounge of rehearsal factory last week with the friendly note to help ourselves [we are not thieves, thank you very much], we enjoyed the PA board thingy, the "stereo amplifier", the mysterious black box with one cord coming out of it, and of course, the naked female mannequin. She'll make a good coat-rack/object of questionable emotional states. No pun intended.

He's older than me?

2009-03-01T10:06:00.000-08:00

Happy simultaneous birthdays to the talented and charming anchor/portable generator of Gunnar Rapido, Aaron Morrice, and, of course, Aaron's better half, Azil McKeown. Nothing says "way to age, brahdawgs" more than wierd Chinese ersatz kinder-surprise popemobiles and rocketships on tiny rolling stands and hidden booze in a stairway outside the bar. So the long and the short of it is: that's how it gets done in this country so fucking sit back and watch the early twenties express blast full speed ahead to the shining Canadian dream sitting low on the horizon in that smoking locomotive dodging the cacti and desert varmints, leaving behing a mile-wide trail of shattered drumsticks and busted cymbals because, really, there's only so much punishment that a mere mass-produced chunk of brass, wood, steel, or plastic can withstand when that punishment is being dealt by the power of the highly-motivated man in search of the dream, so you best watch out and give the guy some room or you just might wind up getting snapped in half.

And Aaron; I barfed approximately 7 times on the way home just for you.

Chaos and Night meet Demogorgon...I smell a sitcom!

2009-02-26T08:48:00.000-08:00

I've only slept for 2 out the 4 days since I got back to school and my personal hygiene is at an all time low. I'm not really going to get into details on this blog, but if you see me sometime I'd love to tell you all about it. Its fucking disgusting.
Speaking of seeing me, you might just bump into me and the dudes at Holy Joe's tomorrow night. We're all gonna be there for a big gig with Akroid, Vilipend, and the Womb. Oh my what a coincidence that you asked that, I just happened to have the info on me. Silly goose.

Holy Joe's (top floor of the Big Bop, Queen and Bathurst)
$5 to get in
19+
Doors at 9pm
9:45 - Gunnar Rapido
10:30 - Akroid
11:15 - Vilipend
12:00 - The Womb
There's a sick poster out there on the interweb, but I couldn't find a big version. I seem to have left that in my other trousers.

Keep checking in here periodically, because when I'm not strung out this weekend I'm gonna post a bunch of cool new stuff, like more show dates/sweet posters, split updates, videos of Rob Brown drunk, and more awkward facebook conversations without the permission of their participants.

Also if anyone is looking to sell a USN G1 Jacket, Size 42, lemme know. Ebay keeps fucking me over.

I gotta go buy a turkey. It's on sale at No Frills today only!
See capitalism's not so bad you fucking liberals.

Tuesdays don't lend themselves well to blog titles.

2009-02-17T12:54:00.000-08:00

We've got a good load of solid gigs coming up in the near future. I'm gonna wait until everything's confirmed and then post them all simultaneously in all their glory. If there are any New Zealandonian civil servants named Murray out there that are looking to manage a band, feel free to shoot us an email. "Robert, Aaron, Matthew, Alexander, Colin, Murray...present". We can meet at the consulate, and you can give us reflective tape & maps to our gigs.

This past Sunday we jammed with Colin Blacoe again for the first time since January '08. He's back peeps, and we're all stoked. Kudos to anyone who successfully solved the mystery of last week's blog by clicking on the link. We have a special surprise for those of you who can prove that you figured out the answer.

Heard Siberia for the first time at the Smiling Buddha on Sunday as well. Siiick and epic. Buildup city. Matt, you would have loved it. Another cool element was the destruction of the drum kit at the end of the set. And kudos to The Smile for being rad. Scott: I can't get the idea of a solid gold merch shirt out of my head. Bas-relief band logos?

Besides all that, I saw Ghost Hands for the first time in a while at Marcello's last night, although I missed half of his set. That must have been the first time that music actually began on schedule at Marcello's. Anyways, all good. Klarka Weinwurm from Halifax was sick too, and was the only person I've ever seen who used a Gibson SG for folk choons.

Hey calling all unoccupied bassists: our jamspace neighbours are looking for a bassist for big gigs.
www.myspace.com/bellaclavaband . Don't be shy, they're nice dudes.

Rob what was the name of the hybrid man-lady poster? Robalba? Robrownalbaca?
Also dudes don't forget to bring munchies to practice next time. We can't keep shitting money into the vending machines!

Speaking of food, I was at Starsky's today and I saw a bag of cheeto-like food which was labelled "Transilvanya Puffs", which was fucking rad although I didn't buy them. I got distracted by this huge Polish guy with a hogan moustache who was calling his wife a "mealy-mouth chicken shit who talks too much", to which she replied "yeah yeah yeah", then this dude looked right at me and I kind of had to do a 180 since they were walking between me and the bag of Transilvanya Puffs that I was looking at, you know? They were both enormous too. Like Leviathan and Prometheus after 40 years of marriage. Next time. Hey what a surprise, I couldn't google an image of Trasilvanya Puffs for you, so take my word for it. They're real.

That is all.
Murray.

"Markers drive the ocean with their feet" Yeah!

2009-02-09T21:37:00.000-08:00

I'd just like to begin by strongly hinting that a certain someone has recently returned from a certain 13-month excursion in a certain series of provinces, states, and oddly-shaped countries which speak a certain romance language which occasionally uses a certain sign which I've been told looks like this: ~ . Can you guess yet? I'm not going to be any more concrete until I see it for myself. If you need a hint: http://jonandcolin.blogspot.com/.

Next order of business. A certain two-piece called The Chronic played a ripping set at the Smiling Buddha last night with No Alarms, Japanese Beavers are Canadian, and Tonnn. [Aaron is it a conflict of interests if I talk about your other bands on this blog? Have your people talk to my people and we'll discuss particulars]. The Chronic didn't puke onstage though, despite multiple requests for puke during the set. Those guys love to puke. They crazy. But apparently they like to take it easy on Sundays. Hey its all good, I mean I'm not gonna judge. I'm just sayin' that's what I'm sayin'.

Gunnar Rapido is in beard mode now so be ready to untangle yourself if you get too close. Watch out ladies...rarrr. There is a huge fucking hole in my shirt.

Buy Chronic hoodies! www.myspace.com/ttthechronic .

P.S.
Has anyone heard about this fat guy who cut a hole in his own stomach and actually fucked it?
Does anyone know if he survived?

Sellout

2009-02-05T08:23:00.000-08:00

"To lack infinitude is despairing reductionism, narrowness. Of course, what is meant here is only ethical narrowness and limitations. As a matter of fact, in the world there is interest only in intellectual or aesthetic limitation in the indifferent, for the secular mentality is nothing more or less than the attribution of infinite worth to the indifferent. The secular view always clings tightly to the difference between man and man and naturally does not have any understanding of the one thing needful...and thus has no understanding of the reductionism and narrowness involved in having lost oneself, not by being volatized in the infinite, but by being completely finitized by becoming a number instead of a self, just one more man, just one more repetition of this everlasting Einerlei [one and the same]....Every human being is primitively intended to be a self, destined to become himself, and as such every self certainly is angular, but that only means that it is to be ground into shape, not that it is to be ground down smooth, not that it is utterly to abandon being itself out of fear of men, or even simply out of fear of men not to dare to be itself in its more essential contingency (which definitely is not to be ground down smooth), in which a person is still himself for himself. But whereas one kind of despair plunges wildly into the infinite and loses itself, another kind of despair seems to permit itself to be tricked out of itself by 'the others.' Surrounded by hordes of men, absorbed in all sorts of secular matters, more and more shrewd about the ways of the world - such a person forgets himself, forgets his name divinely understood, does not dare to believe in himself, finds it too hazardous to be himself and far easier to be like the others, to become a copy, a number, a mass man. Now this form of despair goes practically unnoticed in the world. Just by losing himself in this way, such a man has gained an increasing capacity for going along superbly in business and social life, indeed, for making a great success in the world. Here there is no delay, no difficulty with his self and its infinitizing; he is just as smooth as a rolling stone, as passable as a circulating coin....he is just what a human being is supposed to be. As is natural, the world generally has no understanding of what is truly appalling."

-Kierkegaard, Soren. Fear and Trembling. Princeton University Press, 1983. 62-64.

-1 Punk Point

2009-01-31T09:44:00.000-08:00

Hey Gunnar Rapido!
I just checked out your MySpace profile and you guys look really awesome! Currently we are running a series called Band on the Run, in which you guys have a chance to win some really cool prizes, get exposure and the support of Supernova behind your band. In the case of the Band on the Run series you are battling for a chance to win/compete in our national online vote. Overall, this is a chance for you guys to be involved in a 4 show tour in Ontario cities of your choice. Look at it as a chance to branch out.
Anyways, you should really check us out online at http://www.supernova.com/. There are lots of details there about who we are, and what we do so that you guys can get comfortable. I would love to chat with you guys about some opportunities that we have for you as I think there is some huge potential here. Give me a shout via e-mail, phone… whatever suits you best.
The concert is on Feb 27th at The Place in Brampton and we would love to book you!
Talk to you soon!

Christina Bonner
Booking Agent, ConcertsSupernova 860 Richmond St. W, Suite 100, Toronto, ON, Canada, M6J 1C9T. 416-635-8885 x266 or 1.888.777.0767 x266 F. 416-638-6333http://www.supernova.com/
Supernova Presents: Band On The Run 2009
Check out greedyconartists.com for more info on how we scam kids who don't know any better.

January in Retrospect

2009-01-22T07:54:00.000-08:00

A few noteworthy things happened lately.
1. Barack Obama was sworn in as president on Tuesday January 20 . Or, as CNN would have you believe, Jesus Christ is now President of Earth. I just thought I'd throw that in here in case future historians use this blog as a primary source for their research.
2. Strangely, that same day was the last ever HA4TLD show @ Siesta Nouveaux. That was bittersweet. I already miss that dark, stifling hot, smoke-filled, collapsing mosh pit more than my first beard. Bag Ladies, The Burnitdowns, 68Pornomags and EndProgram played the final swan songs of the night [go Jake on vox, by the way!]. I was quite drunk and highly enjoyed myself, as always. I have a lot of fond memories of that place. That was the end of a real era. Write THAT down you fucking historians! Stop wasting your time with this "history-making inauguration" bullshit!
3. I have sworn off TV until everyone stops acting like democracy matters.
4. Gunnar Rapido was just added to a gig at Marcello's this Friday. We're playing with Chronic and Two Bears. So really we're the only band with four people. Its gonna rock. Come out to this show bitch.
5. That's about all I can think of right now.

I'm so glad I missed the '80s.

2009-01-13T11:42:00.000-08:00

Yeah its been a while since the last post. I've been swamped with fan/hate/neutral mail in the last few weeks so I'm gonna get back on the ting for 2009, which is what everyone's really been talking about. Besides the fact that Russia and Ukraine can't figure out how to use a multibillion-dollar oil pipeline system. Everyone's not talking about that? Well you can bet your damn ass that Ukrainians are. You just can't understand what they're saying because you're a racist.

"No reason to panic, it's justs a deadline in two hours. No big deal".
Yeah I know by the subject lines of the last 47 emails that you all wanna know how great our jamspace is. The hot new scoop on that is that we (I)/(all of us)/(Rob) am/are/is planning to build a shelf, because everyone else in the building has shelves in their rooms and we'll be goddamned sonsabitches if we don't have one too. So like my pappy used to say: "You fucking liberal pussy". And when he wasn't saying that, he'd always say, "make sure you don't damage the walls when you install a shelf in your band's practice space, because you might lose the deposit".
So I figure: how many musicians does it take to hammer a couple screws into a wall? We shall see on sunday, expect more posts then.
Until sunday, don't bring up the "TV" with Ross down the street. Its a long story, but we ended up throwing it out and its a bit of a touchy subject. Just don't bring it up. I don't want to hurt the guy's feelings (we've been lying to him for 2 months).
And that reminds me: I also wanted everyone to check out this hilarious video of a Japanese game show which takes place in a library where none of the contestants are allowed to laugh out loud: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdgdBOTUSqg

God I love posting links.
Oh yeah, Gunnar Rapido. I always do this! (I'll be right back, the coffee's ready)
What was I talking about? Oh hey, this guy in a pickup truck pulled up to me today and asked if I'd seen a lone shopping cart on my street because someone "called it in". How serious is that? Nice guy though.
December was slow. Not much happened and that really screwed with my sense of identity, 50% of which is, by now, shaped around the fact that I play bass in bands. But that part of me kind of slipped away around christmas and was replaced by a guy who ate a lot of cookies and had some sort of influenza virus. So time to get back on track. With drinking. On a side note (no, a central note, an olympian note, a defining note) Matt Adshead will be coming out with his own line of bass amplification systems within the next 5 years. I'll say nothing more than that you should begin placing custom order specifics and whatnot with him now because he's gonna be hard to reach.
I also got my G license on thursday last, which means I can finally imbibe alcohol and drive legally to a certain extent, unlike the illegal imbibing-driving I've been doing since 2005. Recordings coming soon, although there's not much you need to know that you don't know already. So get ready. CD Release Soon!
By the way, if I talk to you on msn, its not me, its a virus that is completely out of control.
So when I say "Check out the sweet pics from the awesome party. LOL",
DON'T OPEN THE FUCKING LINK.

And the picture of the week is...

Some guy pulling his own skin off!
He wins for "Best Attitude". What a champ!

Incoming Gibbonian Paratext from the 18th Century: Christmas Rules / No-Bake Cookies / Pompadours / 366 Days / Being Stoked

2008-12-24T10:09:00.000-08:00

I heard Black Flag used to have band practice on Christmas day. 8am. Crazy. While I like to think that the Gunnar Rapidos are just as tough as, if not tougher than, the members of Black Flag, I'm gonna give them this one. You win. Big fucking deal Black Flag, because Christmas is totally the raddest holiday of the year, even though it took me a while to get into the Christmas spirit. You see, for the last three weeks I've been making no-bake cookies, drinking, and watching every episode of Trailer Park Boys on youtube, and haven't really been giving a lot of thought to shopping, trees, spending money and being a good person/son/friend/consumer whore. I've been preoccupied with trying to grow a pompadour instead. But this week I totally feel it. Or it might just be that I have the flu and I hurt my back shoveling slush off the driveway an hour ago. And don't tell me I should have gotten the fucking flu shot you smug, innoculated bastard! Needles! Eeeuuurhmghaghd!

So once again, halfway through the blog, I find myself talking exclusively about me. Fuck that! Yesterday was Gunnar Rapido's one-year anniversary dudes! Now there's something to put in your pocket and tuck under your belt. That year flew by. And although the backs of my hands don't look any different, I learned a lot from these dudes, such as how to effectively write songs with two basses and obnoxious dangle, as well as the true meaning of brodown. Thanks to everyone and anyone who: came to a show, played a show with us, came to multiple shows, played multiple shows with us, booked us, recorded us, visited our myspace/facebook/gmail account, talked to us, heard our tunes, helped with gear, bought us drinks, loaned us cigarettes, drove us to shows, heard us from the bathroom while vomiting, clapped from any location, gave us directions, suggested awesome recipes/restaurants (vegan or non-vegan), heckled us, did sound for us, didn't confiscate weed from Rob, read this blog, banged on our door during practice, left cigarettes at Rumenal, loved us, hated us, rated us, dated us, hung out with us, and/or made it possible and exciting for us to keep doing what we love doing.
Merry Christmas,
Love,
Gunnar Rapido.

"Guys, I have a flashlight"

2008-12-15T09:15:00.000-08:00

Hey man, wha gwan? Did you get that thing looked at yet? Oh bummer.
Anyways, time for a substantive report on recent Gunnar Rapido goings-on.

This past weekend we started working on our upcoming 3x3 split project with our buds in Akroid. We spent saturday at Gorgeous HQ recording drum and bass tracks for da Gunnar tunes. It was a blast as always and we're all stoked to hear the finished product. Gunnar and Akroid are each contributing one cover of a song by the other, and I can assure you that the interpretive/stylistic/whoah dangle crossover is highly sick. The day was fueled by large quantities of coffee, Dr. Pepper, Doritos, stolen beer, cigarettes, weed and samosas, which I think will noticeably contribute to the amount of heavy dangle vibe in the final cut. I swear you can taste the veggie samosa grease residue in Matt's bass tone. And if you listen closely you may be able to hear Rob scratching his balls while sitting next to one of the overhead mics.
The recording process went extremely smoothly after one false start around noon, when we lost power during a jam session and found ourselves trapped in total darkness with the door apparently locked on the outside. For a moment I thought the entire recording tingy tang was really Scott's plot to murder us. I later narrowly avoided having my car towed. But as soon as the driver saw my beard he took off. All in all, an awesome day of dangling.
More to come, fellow Canadians.

And now for the Nic Fera Quote of the Week:

- "anywho...something to think about before you speak:
What do I have to lose by smashing your mouth on the ground? what kind of a vacation would jail be like to me? Would I be able to get into a cushy mental institution and escape and do it again for no reason? Do you think being pretty excludes you from beat-downs? Do you think your family, friends and paid protection can stop me?
THINK ABOUT IT!"

Someone should seriously publish Nic's facebook notes in hardcover.

Le Dangle

2008-12-11T07:17:00.000-08:00

So York's still on strike. I think the school should offer full refunds to students who have had thier academic careers all thrown out of whack because of these spineless leftist TAs. What a fucking joke. I have no sympathy for any of the parties concerned except the students who pay out of their assholes to attend that bullshit school.

Anyways, I hope I successfully alienated some of you (sorry Matt), but I feel fiesty this morning.

In other news, I came across a website called "Urban Dictionary". Its some online slang dictionary where users upload their own definitions for words. Here's the link:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/.

I looked up the word "Dangle" in its various forms. Here are some of the definitions I found.

1. dangle
To use exemplary skill and stickhandling ability to manoevre oneself around the ice. Often displaying a variety of sick moves.
Mario Lemieux has some sick dangles

5. dangle
To smoke a cigarette without the use of your hands.
Kenny: Yo dude, it's cold as hell. I'm gonna have to dangle.

7. dangler
balls that are dangling
"look at his dangler"

15. dangler
A turd that hangs off the end of your ass you retards!
I waited five minits for my dangler to finaly fall off

5. Dangles
The last name of a highly successful Irish/Greek family in Chicago. The Dangles name holds huge presence in the Chicago Stock Exchange and owns retail stores, restaurants and taverns. The family name is also prevalent in the law enforcement community.

1. danglin
Used to describe an action.
I was downtown danglin some brews with my friends or I was danglin this girl when she...

1. danglin'
to be hanging out, or to be avoiding work or physical activity
My coworker is just danglin' around and is not helping me.

I hope you enjoyed that. The rest were revolting.

The Highlight Reel

2008-12-02T16:54:00.000-08:00

Cell phones cause brain tumours.
In an attempt to stay brain tumour-free, Gunnar Rapido relies on facebook's messaging functionality in order to keep tabs and say hey.

Here's a few choice facebook threads. I lol'd, and I hope you do too.

............................................

Matthew Adshead
November 26 at 9:16pm
negative on the early exit tomorrow boys, my appointment got filled.

Alex Brett
November 27 at 2:11am
Haha, "filled".

............................................

Alex Brett
November 20 at 3:59pm
Wurd.

Rob Brown
November 20 at 9:39pm
hey buds my internet has not been working and i started electricianing this week! so hyped. once i have my sched figured out i'll come out to a jam otherwise write some news tunes and i think its a go for recording dec 6th/7th weekend. hope you guys are swell

Aaron Morrice
November 21 at 1:16pm
hahaha ill be sure to write song songs about current events aka "news" robert

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[ed-, Rob gets pissed off at this point]

Rob Brown
November 21 at 6:40pm
WTF?????

Rob Brown
November 21 at 6:46pm
erin Ur konfuzing meh

Aaron Morrice
November 21 at 7:03pm
lolz

Rob Brown
November 21 at 7:14pm
no really what does this mean:"hahaha ill be sure to write song songs about current events aka "news" robert"????????

Alex Brett
November 22 at 1:50am
Guys. Guys. Lets not do this.

Aaron Morrice
November 22 at 9:52am
"once i have my sched figured out i'll come out to a jam otherwise write some news tunes and i think its a go for recording dec 6th/7th weekend"it isnt funny anymore.

Rob Brown
November 22 at 10:45am
oh hahahahahahaha i get it, no really i do.

Alex Brett
November 22 at 1:28pm
This is going in the blog.

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Aaron Morrice
Today at 12:56pm
i cant remember what song 18 is, does rob have vocals for it?stoked!

Alex Brett
Today at 1:06pm
you know, 18's "dunnn duh nuna nu-nuh nanna na nuuh"

Aaron Morrice
Today at 1:06pm
hahaha yeeeeeeeebig tune!

Aaron Morrice
Today at 1:07pm
dunn dadadun dunn dadadun dunn DUNNdunn dadadun dunn dadadun dunn DUNN

Alex Brett
Today at 1:09pm
doo dicka doo da dicka do bap bapdoo dicka doo da dicka do bap

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Aaron Morrice
Today at 1:13pm
hhahahahaits hilarious how we both just did the same part

Alex Brett
Today at 1:32pm
oh yours makes way more sense then!

Aaron Morrice
Today at 1:34pm
yurs is pure slap bass

Matthew Adshead
Today at 3:44pm
this is the best facebook conversation ever. alex, you need to post this on the blog.

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Central air, central heat...

2008-11-29T12:06:00.000-08:00

Hey man! How's things? Really? Maybe you should see a doctor. Well...good luck with that.

I still can't remember what happened last night.

Speaking of remembering stuff, here's some photos from a recent gig at Sneaky Dee's.
I say they look rad. Wanna fight?
Thanks to Jonny from Revolution Love for takin' em!
Enjoi.

Dental floss ladders

2008-11-27T14:27:00.000-08:00

Based on the precedent I set last week for an almost-daily blog workload, I'm loafting this week. I can't believe it's Thursday already. I can't believe I'm 21 already. I can't believe it's 2008 and most of all, I'm still bummed out that I missed the first half of the 20th century.

Of course, there were no blogs in 1925.
Or punk rock. Ok that's debatable. This is neither the time nor place. You wanna debate, you leave a comment.

Tangentially, my good buddy Matt Miller and I played a show with a band called Hush Money last night. They're a sick 2-piece with a tendency to climb on your table and get in your face if you give off any signs of social akwardness. Those guys can smell fear. The reason I mention these guys is because they described one of their songs as having a distinctly "September, 1932" vibe.

You see what I did there? This post's motif is time, and I'm sticking to it no matter how far off the mark I appear to go.

Motif over.

New Motif: I would like to point out the unveiling of the new Gorgeous Industries website, which is up and running as of today. It's got killer looks, tunes, pics, info, videos, and overall lowdown on what those fellows are up to. Check it out. And dig the friendly beaver mascot.
http://www.gorgeousindustries.com/

In other motifs/news, keep an eye out for the upcoming split with Gunnar Rapido and Akroid. I'm certain I speak for the other rapidos when I say we're super stoked to do this ting; we loves us our Akroidian batsandmeat. The nitty gritty starts in December. Each band shall rip 3 tunes, one of which will be a cover of the other.

If that doesn't make grammatical sense I can't help you. I tried writing that sentence three times. Its a complicated thing to talk about. I guess what I'm saying is wait and see, because its gonna be hot and words are inadequate to talk about the Real shit if you know what I'm saying.
Cool?
Cool.

Chicks who wear flannel rock!

"Don't cut the Brown wire!"

2008-11-24T16:38:00.000-08:00

I've received a lot of emails from all you Rob Brown fans looking for the inside scoop, and since I have carte blanche with this here blog I'm gonna lay it down for all y'all.
So. On the Rob Brown front, Rob Brown has almost completed his electrician apprenticeship program and, as we speak, is down, brown and dirty in the electrical trenches of Toronto. Up to his elbows, so to speak, in ohms, amps, watts and alternating current. We here at The DanglexCore Bitches! Central Blog Office [Local 2109] wish Rob all the best in this new lightning (big) gig. Rob was DIY-ing his electrololz the hard way this summer, but some of those stories are too painful for print. Let's just say Rob should be immune to electricity by now. That's all behind us anyways.

For the benefit of the electrically uninitiate among our readers, I've included an example of the type of info Rob can analyze and make happen before his first smoke break (See fig. 1). Granted, that thing is for a '59 chevy and I googled it, but I'm clearly not the electrician here. If that shit doesn't impress you, then you can fuck right off and go make some orange slices and construction paper top hats for your goddam kindergarten class. Hater.

Keep it dangerous/bawmbawclawt.

90/-

2008-11-23T07:41:00.000-08:00

Scope out this dream I had last night. Leatherface is in my house and says he's going to kill me and all my friends. But before he does, he says he needs to walk to Tim Horton's and grab a coffee. So he's gone for about 10 minutes, and the whole time he's gone we're all just sitting around doing nothing. Not even planning an escape or calling the cops or looking for baseball bats. So ten minutes later I look out the window and he's coming up to the front door again with a chainsaw. Needless to say, we were all totally fucked. Then I woke up.

So I guess the point of this whole story is: DON'T FUCKING PROCRASTINATE.

I'm D. D-troit.

2008-11-21T22:55:00.000-08:00

It's 2am and I'm tired and drunk, but there's a few things that need to be said before we can call it a day.

1. I had two awesome Czechoslovakian Lucky Strikes today.
2. I later heard some guy hating on Viceroys. Apropos: this guy doesn't know what he's talking about.
3. Then I saw some dude do a righteous backwards somersault all over a "cape canaveral" pedal board at the Boat. It took him a while to turn them all on again. Clearly he should have done a forward somersault in order to reverse all the ting. You need a phD to use those goddam things anyways. If it were me I would have fucking headbutted the motherfuckers.
4. The first knuckle of my right index finger is chapped as balls.
5. Burger King's menu pictures of food are of unrealistic/misleading proportions. The bacon did not look dramatic at all when I actually ate it.
7. I forgot what year it was and had to ask.
8. I was publicly accused of secretly possesing "man tits" and concealing them. I deny this.
9. I did not tip the bartender, I don't want to think about that.
10. Some rad joke I heard.

That is all. Good night.

Punk: Ripping it since 350 B.C.

2008-11-20T17:07:00.001-08:00

I got two fillings this morning without anaesthetic. Because that shit's extra.
I still can't get the smell of rubber gloves out of my sinuses.

"The key point is thus the status of the excessive voice which stands for the eclipse of meaning. In order to render this uncanny voice, it is sufficient to cast a cursory glance at the history of music. It reads as a kind of counter-history to the Derridean history of Western metaphysics as the domination of voice over writing. What we encounter in it, again and again, is a voice that threatens the established order and that, for that reason, has to be brought under control, subordinated to the rational articulation of spoken and written word, fixed into writing. In order to designate the danger that lurks here, Lacan coined the neologism jouis-sense - enjoyment-in-meaning - the moment at which the singing voice 'runs amok', cuts loose from its anchoring in meaning, and accelerates into a consuming self-enjoyment. The two exemplary cases of this eclipse of meaning in consuming self-enjoyment are, of course, the climax of the operatic aria and the mystical experience. The effort to dominate and regulate this excess runs from ancient China, where the Emporer himself legislated music, to the fear of Elvis Presley that brought together the conservative moral majority in the USA and the communist hard-liners in the Soviet Union. In his Republic, Plato tolerates music only insofar as it is strictly subordinated to the order of the Word. Music is located at the very crossroads of Nature and Culture. It seizes us, as it were, 'in the real', far more directly than the meaning of words. For that reason, it can serve as the mightiest weapon of education and discipline, yet the moment it loses its footing and gets caught in the self-propelling vicious circle of enjoyment, it can undermine the very foundations not only of the State, but of the social order as such. In medieval times, Church power confronted the same dilemma: it is amazing to observe how much energy and care the highest ecclesiastic authority (popes) put into the seemingly trifling question of the regulation of music....The figure that personifies the ambiguous attitude of Power toward the excess of the Voice is, of course, Hildegard von Bingen, who put mystical enjoyment into music and was thus constantly on the verge of excommunication, although she was integrated into the highest level of the hierarchy of power, counselling the emporer, etc....One of the last episodes in this everlasting struggle is the notorious Soviet campaign, instigated by Stalin himself, against Shostakovich's Katarina Izmajlova. Rather curiously, one of the main reproaches was that the opera is a mass of unarticulated screams....The voice functions here as a 'supplement' in the Derridean sense. One endeavours to restrain it, to regulate it, to subordinate it to the articulated Word, yet one cannot dispense with it altogether, since a proper dosage is vital for the exercise of power."

-Zizek, Slavoj. Interrogating the Real. New York: Continuum, 2005. 197-199.

Brooklyn is burning, bitches!

Soap Powders and Detergents

2008-11-19T21:31:00.000-08:00

So in case you're wondering what we've been up to since November 18th, we had practice today. Because its wednesday, or was wednesday (it's thursday now) and that's how we roll*. Hard.

Lots of snow, just as I predicted in the blog yesterday. So this thing is a double threat. Weather and running band commentary.
19 songs bixes.

For all you NDPers out there, you might appreciate this. Aaron asks me to break a $20 for him at the store down the street. When I get there, the guy in front of me asks the owner to break a $20. The owner yells at dude #2 and tells him to get out. I'm next in line so I use Aaron's money to buy 11 bags of skittles and leave. Aaron doesn't know.

New Feature: KOFFEE KONSUMPTION KORNER- or, the KKK. Today's consumption=10 units.

I'm going poster shopping for the jamspace tomorrow. I've been looking at "Rob Brown"'s tiny face on Jessica Alba's body for 6 months.
Also in jampspace news: Our mini-fridge is finally up and running. After having cleaned out some sort of growth that was all up in that bitch it's now ready to store any beverage whatsoever. Also fresh fruit. As I said to Matt (who will verify this upon request): all bridges must now be written while sitting on the fridge. The fridge-bridge. New genre.
I could go on but I'm getting a "stop" vibe from you right now. And my draft just autosaved so I'd better not push my luck.

[*Correction it is still wednesday]

Lets get this show on the road

2008-11-18T05:13:00.000-08:00

I'm getting the ball rolling on this bad boy. Blogging: the truly democratic wave of the next information age. Much like bands with two basses.
As the snow begins to fall and the horizon darkens at lunch, we rapidos prepare for the coming winter by growing our beards, gathering peanuts/acorns, purchasing fresh flannel and returning to the warm treetrunk of our jamspace to write some new choons and avoid predatory barn owls. 2008 was a year of le dangle, but 2009 will bring with it an older, wiser, hairier Gunnar Rapido.
In other news, Matt is now a personal trainer, for those of you who don't know. I reccomend getting in touch with him so he can get in touch with you. Over a bench press. As I understand it he's certified by the federal government of New Caledonia or something to that effect.
On a personal note, I'm terrified about the presentation I have to give this afternoon. I am in no way prepared for that. I have a complex about being watched by large groups of my peers.
Slavoj Zizek who? Die Nebenmensch.
Also, I missed Priestess at Lee's Palace on saturday. Did I mention I saw Iggy Pop and the Stooges this summer? What I'm trying to say to you is that I have seen Mike Watt from the Minutemen. Have you?