big city nights: elliott brood at zaphod beeblebrox and marroush at marroush international shawarma

open your mouth nice and wide, and this man will ram a shawarma into your face.

bunny and i made our way to the elliott brood show at zaphod beeblebrox on wednesday. fun, fun, fun. managed to get a little crew of about eight or ten b-listers out with. unlike the gong show that was the buttless chaps show at barrymore's, we actually *enjoyed and remembered* the show. and it was fucking great. really fun and energetic, and the crowd was really into it instead of pretending to be too cool to care, which seems to happen alot in ottawa. bunny and i noted that it may have been one of the best shows we've seen since landing in o-hole.

the real star of the night however, was marroush, of marroush international shawarma on elgin street... talk about a fucking gong show. drunk as skunks, bunny, k-bag, j-lo and i went in search of shawarma (as i was lo! a shawarma virgine), and managed to find the last remaining open shawarma stand in centretown -- marroush international shawarma. we walk in only to be charmed by a very drunk and very flamboyant marroush, who proceeded to play his marroush song and dance around the restaurant, at one point wriggling ang gyrating on the counter. it was pretty fucking rich. then, when it was time for us to get our shawarma's, he pulled us in nice and close, kissed us on the cheek, instructed us to open wide, then RAMMED THE SHAWARMA INTO OUR MOUTHS.

i think i'm going to laugh for a month.

oh, sweet mega jams...

in g-cashish style, i made a series of playlists to spin at chez holio where i work... here it is, in case you're curious. (read: this is what i do that keeps me from finishing my research essay on time.)

she bangs the drum

1. she bangs the drum - the stone roses
2. you're good - m.i.a.
3. lost and found - atmosphere
4. emasculate the masculine - the unicorns
5. win or lose, you lose - beans
6. grey ice water - modest mouse
7. nevertheless - the brian jonestown massacre
8. gypsum oil field fire - the olivia tremor control
9. need in me (radio edit) - gus gus
10. u.r.a.q.t. (dj c remix) - m.i.a.
11. alec eiffel - pixies
12. shine a light - wolf parade
13. the bridge - elliott brood
14. grass - animal collective
15. a sunshine fix - the olivia tremor control
16. going to hell - the brian jonestown massacre
17. le bien/le mal - guru and mc solaar
18. c.n. tower belongs to the dead - final fantasy
19. fight sounds, pt. 1 - circlesquare


feel up

1. feel up - grace jones
2. lady flash - go! team
3. weird side - eyedea
4. dirt - sleep
5. the purple bottle - animal collective
6. come on! feel the illinoise!: part I: the world's columbian exposition/part II:carl sandburg visists me in a dream - sufjan stevens
7. musical chairs (stop the fucking music) - atmosphere
8. forget me - eyedea feat. slug
9. high prices going down - the deadly snakes
10. hockey hair (you can't imagine how much fun we're having) - atmosphere
11. prom quiz - grayskul
12. dirty girl - felt
13. chicago - sufjan stevens
14. did you see the words - animal collective
15. it beats for you - my morning jacket
16. make yourself get up - sleep
17. war - sinead o'connor


mansize rooster

1. mansize rooster - supergrass
2. stacked crooked - the new pornographers
3. outlaw 2006 - the buttless chaps
4. composition in void - beans
5. powers - blackalicious
6. rain water - brother ali
7. they are night zombies!! they are neighbours!! they have come back from the dead!! ahhhh!! - sufjan stevens
8. the bones of an idol - the new pornographers
9. fall - devendra banhart
10. get fly (what if jesus forgot to put you on the guestlist?) - atmosphere
11. love it to death - sleep feat. yadira brown
12. rio de janiero - ugly duckling
13. alright - supergrass
14. miner at the dial-a-view - grandaddy
15. mute-screamer (el p remix) - beans
16. general principles - dj muggs vs. the gza the geniu
16. use it - the new pornographers
17. hold yr terror close - go! team

criminally handsome?

irving layton lives and pours beer for a living in o-hole... tip generously.

rocco the fish taco teased me today with a little story she needs to tell... something about her and the puss on the make. whenever you're ready rocco... whenever you're ready... (note: references to fallopia cleopatra always welcome.)

otherwise, little to report beyond thesis writing (i spend alot of time typing) and the odd night on the prowl. however, spring has finally arrived and i feel... surprisingly robust and ready to take on the world. i'm not evening minding o-twat so much now that i can see what people look like when i walk down the street... goodbye winter blahs.

line of the day 29

"it'd be like being in louisiana and someone in the crowd shouting: CENTRETOWN! we dropped acid in the badlands of south dakota..."

- bunny (on discussing her trip to america)

big city nights: the buttless chaps at barrymore's

the buttless chaps...

after last summer's memorable evening at vancouver's railway club with the buttless chaps, there was not a chance in hell i had any intentions of missing their show last night here in o-hole. and what a gong show it was! after hyping the show for about two months, i managed to convince a motley crew of about twenty b-list university graduate students into attending... needless to say, salty lips, unfriendly guy (resident dilettante's from the bar bunny and i have claimed as our friends), as well as bunny and myself more or less made a complete spectacle out of ourselves, even shocking our fellow grad chums. unfriendly guy now has the distinction of being the first person i've ever known to be forcibly ejected from a bar before the first band made it on stage. moreover, my sweater brother informed me today that salty lips and i continued our sexy flirtation and raised eyebrows when we dry humped on an empty dance floor in front of an entire bar of shocked onlookers to the music that was playing between acts.

the violet archers were okay, but sounded a bit too much like coldplay for me to care. the chaps played a very dope set (which i struggle to remember). rhume, the ottawa-based headlining band, were a complete clusterfuck. i can just remember the lead singer beating up people on the dancefloor and and rocking the place with his pants torn off and trailing behind him like a unicorn's tail.

at night's end, drunk, confused, separated from my friends, i ran across the street for poutine and had to take a cab home, as the five block walk was way too daunting for me at this point in my evening...

yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!

the bar

'european drinking parlour' night at b-list university's graduate student bar...

two nights a week i bartend at the graduate student bar at b-list university. it's true, evil needs to pay his bills. these two nights have really come to represent everything that is interesting in my life, and this week has been *quite interesting*... above you will notice a large collection of average looking people slamming a liquid cocaine. yes, this was monday... bunny and i sat around after work and got drunk enough that we informed the bar patrons that monday's were now 'european drinking parlour' nights. we instructed everyone to push their tables together and get to know their neighbours, and which point we had k-roc pour a dozen liquid cocaines... jajajajajaja... that was fun. (what's most hilarious, is that every thinks bunny and i are cool here -- they'll do whatever we tell them. jajajajaja... my ego is never going to survive leaving this job.)

tuesday night was also interesting. after a weird but very good night (packed bar, cool crowd, everyone drinking -- perfect!), this regular customer i will call salty lips, and my two co-workers kewl k and s-roc (both male) and i sat around after work to have a (1) beer. it started innocently enough... a few drinks, bullshitting about music. within two hours we were TRASHED and had pulled each others shirts off and were dancing to lady sovereign and m.i.a. (courtesy leviticus) and progressive techno (courtesy gashish)... it was in this mind-state and encouraged by s-roc, some cigarettes, and some liquid courage, that i decided to make my move on salty lips in fulfillment of *the pussy challenge* i have going on with _____...

it around this point in the night that shit ...ahem... got weird.

seems s-roc was gagging for some affection too, so he began to suggest that we do a little menage behind the bar... (kewl k was excluded in this proposal) as s-roc is the spitting image of jack twist himself, i found this *quite* hilarious... with our shirts off we began to dance real close. grinding... did the sandwich, all three of us alternating as the meat. but evil decided he didn't want to share, so after a rousing game of drunken bar tag, i pulled salty lips into the dart alcove and pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard. for some reason, we decided to pull each other's pants down... yep, we made out with our pants around our ankles.

and then we pulled our pants up and joined the others.

weird.

i shall try again _____... i shall try again...