So it’s been a while since I’ve written anything here and I can’t say I’ve got a good reason…..but the World Cup season is upon is here in the Plateau and Mile-End districts, and it’s as good a time for me to start writing about something. So here it goes…
For the 12 years I lived on the Main just below Rachel, I managed to experience 3 World Cups and always loved that I lived in Montreal’s soccer central. There’s just nothing like a World Cup tournament in this part of the city. There’s every nationality under the sun which means it’s always fun to watch a match. This tournament marks the first time I’ll be spending my time in the Mile-End instead of the lower Plateau, and things are off to a great start. The Germany v. Costa Rica match is the best opening match I’ve ever seen, even surpassing the Scotland v. Brazil match of 1998.
This edition’s HQ will be Cafe Olympico on St. Viateur. They’ve got a great setup for smokers and non-smokers alike, with a completely covered terasse area and a decent T.V. Inside, they’ve added a projection screen to their already substantial collection of TVs. So I’m set up! I can enjoy the best coffee in town with a smoke while watching the world’s greatest sporting spectacle.
I’ve just tagged all my entries concerning Alex and the Nils as memorable entries so that they can all be found easily for anyone who is interested. The archive I had of all the posts on the Montrealshows board has been unavailable for some time now but will be up again soon. Same with some of the photos. The server I archived them to has been down and I don’t know if it’s ever going to be up again.
Just after I posted I got some great news from Caroline Evans of the McGill Daily – Jack Rabid has posted Scratches and Needles (an article she originally wrote for a magazine that will remain nameless) on the The Big Takeover website.
Really nice to see this up and on the Internet. Thanks to Jack for putting it up there with his comments, and to Caroline for having the inspiration to do it.
I just don’t know what to write about this……it’s been a year since Alex took his own life and I’m at a loss for words. We all miss him and all of us wish we could have done something to prevent what happened, but that’s a fool’s game. There’s nothing any of us could have done short of being there to stop it when it was about to happen.
I guess a few of us will be at Barfly this evening.
Really, I just don’t know what to write. For once, I’m at a loss.
I was settling in to a good night of telly – watching “Invasion” (which is really quite good) and then getting set for “Lost” – when I got a call from my good pal Rick. He was at the Barfly and was supposed to be going to the Bad Religion show with Carlos, but Carlos bailed so he asked me to come along. “Get down here! I’ll get the cab and buy you some beers”. How could I refuse? Quality time with Rick and a chance to see a band I loved when I was an 17 year old suburban kid. I hardly know what Bad Religion have been up to since, but I figured what the hell. Jack Rabid still likes them, and if they’re still good enough for him they should be good enough for me.
The Metropolis was completely sold out, filled with 2200 francophone teenagers and CEGEP aged kids who were very pumped for Bad Religion. If someone had told me 20 years ago that Bad Religion would be this big in Montreal I would never have believed them. But big they are.
I didn’t know any of the material, but it was a blast anyway. This crowd knew all the words to all the songs and belted out the choruses so well that singer Greg Graffin was moved enough to say “You guys have the best voices we’ve ever heard from an audience yet!” I wouldn’t doubt it. Rick and I were blown away by this passionate crowd. I’d say when it comes to passion, it’s hard to beat the young fans of Bad Religion, Social Distortion, and Megadeth. All of these bands bring young francophones out in droves, singing the songs en masse and on key. Bad Religion let it be known how much they appreciated this audience throughout the set and there’s no doubt in my mind their Montreal fans will be tough to top. It was love-in between the band and the crowd.
Glad I got the call and got off my ass for this show!
I’d direct anyone who is interested in knowing what did and didn’t happen on 9-11 to 9-11 Research. I found this site last year and it remains the most thorough, dispassionate analysis of 9-11 on the ‘Net, covering what is known and what isn’t in great detail. You can only draw one conclusion after reading through the material on this site, but that can take some time.
It might be easier to read Muslims Suspend Laws of Physics, and if you really want to get it right, Muslims Suspend Laws of Physics Part II. If you care to read these articles and still think what every good American and Canadian thinks, then, well…..I don’t know.
But if you don’t care to read the above article, I’d understand. I know from experience that at times, ignorance really is bliss. Sometimes it’s just better to be ignorant about certain things, especially when you can’t really do anything about them.
But you have to admire physics professor Steven E. Jones of that bastion of American Radicalism, Brigham Young University. He has decided to do something about it. He has presented a paper entitled Why Indeed did the WTC Buildings Collapse? that will be published in a peer reviewed scientific journal early next year. The paper is rather long, but a could good summing up can be found here..
9-11 was surreal in more ways than I realized.
I had a rather amusing incident take place about 10 minutes ago at the corner of St. Urbain and St. Viateur. When I see drivers blatantly going through red lights on busy streets, I tend to show my displeasure. Sometimes I’ll swear, other times I’ll give them the one-finger salute. Either way, it’s just a way for me to say “You’re an idiot.”
It amazes me how many jock knuckleheads actually respond to this sort of infantile provocation. So today, I gave this idiot running a red light on St. Viateur the finger, and suddenly he forgot he was in a rush, stopped his car hard and fast with an awful screech, and gets out of the car. I just ignore him – I can smell these knuckleheads a mile away after living through many weekends of their ilk on my old street, and know it’s better not to bother. He gets out of the car and approaches me very aggressively, and asks what has to be the number one jock knucklehead question: “You got a PROBLEM?”. So I tell him he went through a red light. “Is that my PROBLEM, or you’re PROBLEM?”, as he actually pushes me with both his hands. Strangely, I wasn’t the least bit afraid, yet I knew that pushing back or even arguing with this guy was a complete waste of time and energy and probably hazardous to my health. So I just told him that it was my problem and had done with it. “Good, next time shut your mouth.” Brilliant! I told him I hadn’t said a word, that he was the guy who opened his mouth.
And that was that.
I couldn’t helpt but smile as I walked over to get my laundry…..how is it jocks can get so upset when someone gives them the finger and they’re clearly in the wrong? If I were fishing for jock knuckleheads and wanted a bait, I’d say just stand at any corner, wait for one of them to go through a red light as they invariably do, and get them with the one-finger salut. Usually works for me. 😉