Hits & Misses

Sometimes we hit, sometimes we miss.  Time out for love.

The weather doesn't help at enhancing our mood.  Waking up every day to see a cloudy sky, a pale grey light shining on the wet pavement and no goddamn birds singing can quickly become depressing.



It all changed on Sunday, we even saw the sun, briefly, through the dark and menacing clouds, but that still didn't convince us to attend Piknic.  I was confused by regrets, and relief.  I wouldn't want this activity to be the focus of my week, but I don't like missing it too often either.  Plus I like the DJ's that played there (Vega, The Autist, Saturnin & Bender) but I had a really big meal at my mom's around 1 PM and I was dizzy afterwards.  Only one Heinekken and I was down for the count !

We went to Parc Lafontaine to look at dogs instead, and when it got too dark, we went home.

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...where we saw CAPOTE, a movie about my man Truman and the long process during which he wrote IN COLD BLOOD.  The movie is an interesting recreation, and Phillip Seymour Hoffman steals the show with his manners & this incredible voice.  But you know that my suspension of disbelief is hard to kick in and I couldn't help seeing just an actor trying to BE Capote.  I felt, on a lesser level of course, the same impression as when I watched MacKaulay Culkin trying to impersonate Michael Alig in the deplorable PARTY MONSTER.



Now I didn't read IN COLD BLOOD or see its adaptation, but I was kinda relieved that the movie was not centered around the crime itself, but rather around the relationship that Capote had with the criminals.

It is a throwback to an era now defunct, where New York was the center of the world and the New Yorker its voice.  A quite interesting movie that makes us share the long wait that Capote has been through while waiting for an ending to his book.  The "birth" of docu fiction litterature is also put upfront, and in the end the viewer is left to decide what to think about Truman & his unhealthy relationship with the killers.

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On Friday, I went out for the first time in a while, and actually for the first time since the smoking ban was put in effect.  It was a transition so natural that I didn't realise it until I really looked around and didn't see any cigarette in my widescreen eyesight.  Then I got a flashback from earlier, when we entered SAT and there were all these persons chatting in front.



From now on, you'll permanently mistake this group of smokers for a line-up and it will confuse you forever.

However, with people constantly outside to chat & smoke, a new dynamic is produced and it means that we, at last, have some space to dance !  I could have break danced in there if only I had the strength & skills !

So yes, Voyeur is a nice party to attend, a breezier alternative to the overcrowded Neon events, and a place filled with friends and familiar faces.  Jeff Grosse, DiskHo mastermind, was there with his partner in crime Alex Karaivan.  It was quite a surprise to see him there as he was supposed to be stuck in Boston for a while.  Karen Simpson told me she was a reader of Mirror Balls & Mirror Shades and that she had even voted for us in the Mirror's BOM poll !!  I also chatted with Bliss & re-met with Christian Pomerleau, ex singer of Insurgent and now the official voice of Headscan.  I saw these guys opening for Anthony Rother a couple of years ago and let me tell you, it rocked.

I was of course completely intoxicated and don't remember everything that was said & done, but I sure as hell had a good time.  Let's wish some more nights like this happen.

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Last winter, my Hydro-Québec bill went through the roof.  It was a pretty sad sight : during minus 30 nights, the wind was blowing through my old appartment windows like there was no window at all.  There is a crack at the bottom of my door, and this door leads on an short aisle leading to the doors that lead outside.  So of course, cold air was coming in this way too.  And my roommate, when she moved, failed to turn the thermometer down and left it heating her empty room at 30 degrees celsius.  I noticed only after a week or two.

One of the conditions of me & Miss Bijoux staying in this money pit one more year, logically, was that my landlord either pays the electricity bill or have the windows "modernised".



He chose the latter, and this morning at 7:30 my doorbell rang.  Three guys came in and started moving the furniture around.  I had expected the worst, and was prepared for it.  Whenever somebody is supposed to come into my appartment and fix something, I get really stressed and nervous.  It may be due to some bad experiences I got back when I was living on Fullum Street, where my landlord hired the cheapest - and most incredibly stupid - handymen I have ever dealt with.

This time around, I was surprised.  The guys worked fast.  They cleaned up the mess they made.  They didn't yell at each others, sing or bring a loud & agressive radio transmitter.  And they were done was earlier than they were supposed to finish.

Now my windows are clean, they smell nice, and I can see through them.  They'll prevent me from heating Sherbrooke Street when the cold times come.  The only thing I'm not sure about is if they'll keep the burglars out.