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Ok, I admit it. I've become a bad blogger. I'm busy, sue me.
I've been killing time in Montreal, just dancing, eating and generally loving life. The best mates were there too, AND my sister, which made it pretty much the best weekend of the summer so far. Leah and I drove into town Friday night, battling traffic and the heat alike, cruising into the belle provence around midnight - an interesting and fantastic fact about Montreal is that the bars serve until 3:00 AM...thank GOD because we showed up at the local pub/dive and got our drink on. An old french man tried to discuss Puppy Yoga with us, and an enamored Mexican man drunkenly proposed to my sister, then clutched his heart as she let him down, as gently as she could.
The picnic on Saturday was a phenomenally good time. We met up with the superfriends and went to Parc Jean Drapeau (pictured above with the dome), where we could hear the steady thump of MyMy emanating from the wall of subwoofers built around the DJ booth. While this video isn't of the day we were there, you get the idea of what it looked like:
The sun shone, kids ran around, beers were drank, crepes were consumed. I sat by the river with my friend Gary and had a funny talk about music, which led me to think about something I hadn't before, and thought I'd share it with you to see your own thoughts on it.
We all grew up listening to our parents' music; Neil Young, The Beatles, and in my case, Todd Rungren...but what happens when MY generation starts having kids? What anthems do we pass on? It won't be The Who, and I'm terrified to think it's Britney Spears or GASP! Hillary Duff (though I think I'd be ok with Mika. So fucking catchy!), but watching all the little kids on the island made me think of the FORTHCOMING anthems of our children. Arcade Fire? Modest Mouse? Perhaps...but what about raver babies? Will they have Percolator as their ringtones, for irony's sake? Will Moby's Everything is Wrong (arguably one of the most important records in the young history of electronic music) be considered 'classic' past our own ears' appreciation? It's almost scary to think that the revisionism of dance punk and electro is likely totally throwing off those who wrote that music 30 years ago! When will Pitchfork be considered passe? When does irony's irony become less ironic?
I smell a thesis brewing.
Thank god for Diesel Sweeties. Always there when I need them to defend my snottiness about music.
Speaking of music, I likely won't be back to you before next week. I've got hands to shake, people to meet and bands to see. I'll let you know the best of it sometime soon.
Kisses.
I've been killing time in Montreal, just dancing, eating and generally loving life. The best mates were there too, AND my sister, which made it pretty much the best weekend of the summer so far. Leah and I drove into town Friday night, battling traffic and the heat alike, cruising into the belle provence around midnight - an interesting and fantastic fact about Montreal is that the bars serve until 3:00 AM...thank GOD because we showed up at the local pub/dive and got our drink on. An old french man tried to discuss Puppy Yoga with us, and an enamored Mexican man drunkenly proposed to my sister, then clutched his heart as she let him down, as gently as she could.
The picnic on Saturday was a phenomenally good time. We met up with the superfriends and went to Parc Jean Drapeau (pictured above with the dome), where we could hear the steady thump of MyMy emanating from the wall of subwoofers built around the DJ booth. While this video isn't of the day we were there, you get the idea of what it looked like:
The sun shone, kids ran around, beers were drank, crepes were consumed. I sat by the river with my friend Gary and had a funny talk about music, which led me to think about something I hadn't before, and thought I'd share it with you to see your own thoughts on it.
We all grew up listening to our parents' music; Neil Young, The Beatles, and in my case, Todd Rungren...but what happens when MY generation starts having kids? What anthems do we pass on? It won't be The Who, and I'm terrified to think it's Britney Spears or GASP! Hillary Duff (though I think I'd be ok with Mika. So fucking catchy!), but watching all the little kids on the island made me think of the FORTHCOMING anthems of our children. Arcade Fire? Modest Mouse? Perhaps...but what about raver babies? Will they have Percolator as their ringtones, for irony's sake? Will Moby's Everything is Wrong (arguably one of the most important records in the young history of electronic music) be considered 'classic' past our own ears' appreciation? It's almost scary to think that the revisionism of dance punk and electro is likely totally throwing off those who wrote that music 30 years ago! When will Pitchfork be considered passe? When does irony's irony become less ironic?
I smell a thesis brewing.
Thank god for Diesel Sweeties. Always there when I need them to defend my snottiness about music.
Speaking of music, I likely won't be back to you before next week. I've got hands to shake, people to meet and bands to see. I'll let you know the best of it sometime soon.
Kisses.
posted by Eli at 7:46 AM
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mika is a loser.
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