13.

I like cigars, I'm not gonna lie to you. I'd like to think that they help me...think. Maybe it's just the time they take to smoke - it forces you to pause and take a second for youself. I know, smoking is gross. Whatever. I like this kind of smoking, and I don't do it often. When I need to. Like tonight.

I am stressed right the fuck out. That's the now. Let's recap the then.

Friday night, I held my last show ever. It was with Faunts, Vailhalen, those crazy cats in Field & Stream, and the best surprise of the evening, Illfit Outfit. What a fantastic band. They're new and young and smart and talented and creative and that combination is exactly what it takes to make it. Good luck, kids.

It was kinda strange to think as I was settling the show that it would be the last time I would risk my own coin, put up my own posters, beg people online to come to my show, despite a billion other rad shows happening the same night. The thrill of promoting has waxed and waned in the last 8 years of doing it - but in my exit, I feel...good, for lack of a better word, about what I did in this town, and how I feel about leaving it. Edmonton, you'll do just fine.


Look at you. Glowing with promise. Growing like a weed. You are beautiful and inspiring and you give and you take and you love back. This is what I needed here, and got here. I'll miss you, Edmonton. Know that.
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I marked another occasion on Saturday, that of Leah and I's going away party. Now, I don't mean to brag, but I know how to throw a mean party, and that's just what I did. It was insane, to say the least. Pants were removed, speakers were danced upon. Greg played Funki Porcini. Rollie played fucking sexyback for christsakes. The kids went fucking wild. A massive shout out to all the DJs who played, and a special brodown is deserving of Mr. Hipster Twister himself, DJ Generic AKA Eric the Freshmaker, for helping with the gear, but MOST OF ALL, making me CRY with his shirt. For reals bro, maximum respect is returned.

I feel enormously lucky to have so many good friends, and am stoked at the prospect of seeing them again on eastern turf. Thank you, everyone for coming out.

Sunday was a write off. I ate fantastic food though, and got to visit with the sisters. I'll miss them SO much too. ugh, all this missing, and all the time in the world to do it in. What I DON'T have time for right now is my FUCKING LIFE which is srsly crazy.

13 days. In those days I have to work 3 shows, move out of my place, go to calgary and back, get drunk, eat food, have 2 radio shows, DJ at Blackdog, celebrate this fine town and the people it gave me and kiss it goodbye, for now. It'll be hard.

Thursday. One last kick at the wooftop. See you there?