Canadian Music Week
Lowlife Magazine correspondent Justin Ridgeway has the exclusive coverage of Canadian Music Week, going down right now in Toronto. He will be posting a daily blog of the event’s happenings.
Friday, March 13, 2009
I should have made it to The Bicycles show at The Horseshoe, but instead I am still prone on the couch, listening to tracks from their acclaimed album Oh No, It’s Love, on their MySpace page. I also should have made it to the Mod Club to catch Sass Jordan (that Canadian Idol judge who happens to be my mom’s neighbour), Tom Cochrane (who made an appearance on stage at a Kevin Drew show, a couple years back) and Burton Cummings; my intention was to write something about generations. But instead, it seems I may have contracted pneumonia or TB – I am coughing up innards like Val Kilmer’s portrayal of Doc Holliday in Tombstone. The Supersuckers are playing at Lee’s at midnight and so now it’s come down to storing up enough energy to make it there. That’s what this shot of whiskey is for – strength.
After a cab ride across the city, I get out at the corner and walk up to Lee’s seeing the line up I dreaded. I take my place, surrounded by people who are going to the Dance Cave, upstairs, a place I used to frequent by myself in first year of university and even then I knew better. There’s these kids who apparently came up from Sarnia for a weekend in the city and I think to myself who does that? Then a group of wasted girls falls in behind me, prattling on about a frat party which should be in San Dimas given their ludicrous Valley Girl speak and I think to myself: who goes to frat parties? And, my fuck U of T’s admittance has considerably gone downhill since my days there if they are letting veritable ferrets in. Oh, and it gets better when these kids in a limo seem to think that hired rented automobile should somehow allow them direct passage through the line. None of them are here to see The Supersuckers, which is a good thing, and I need all the good things I can get. Eddie Spaghetti’s no-bullshit music should alleviate all this tom-fuckery going on all about me.