The Corpse Packs his Bags

That's right. Don't look for me anywhere over the week-end, unless you're located in Québec City, because that's where I'll be. I will entertain my love / hate relationship with this sad little city and perhaps, in the process, succeed in having a little fun.



As you may or may not know, Miss Bijoux is participating in the Plein Art festival and attempting to sell her stuff. I urge you to go see her and her big blue eyes if you're in the area. I'll be close by starting tomorrow, around 2 in the afternoon at the latest. I have been promised a joyful ride during which I will be hung over to the max, and groggy from a decent lack of sleep. I will also notably not be able to lay on anything, sitting on a simple and obscene milk crate.

I'll land there right in the middle of the "Fête de la Nouvelle-France", a lame medieval party with guys running around and shouting nonsensically as if they were in 1758. Whew, I might get annoyed !

Tonight at 9, I am slowly getting out of this damned office and not returning until Monday.

Tonight, we murder.

*

School is starting soon and I'm afraid I won't have as much time to devote to writing as I have now. But we'll see what's up. September 6th, my ass is back in class, the classy way, through the front door, with enough pages to take notes and a newly found, deeply honest wish to bring my term papers on time.

*

Ever went Coconutz ? Lost all your marbles and shaken this spider's nest in your brain to the pounding sound of electro ? I might do just that tonight, in the finest company there is. Lola Lounge, rain or shine, and tonight's theme suits me fine : SLUT PARTY. Meet me at the door, whore. Or meet me on the couch, couch potatoe. Whatever you wanna do is fine. If you're into heavy drinking it's even better (than the real thing, that is). And if you don't know what I'm talking about, head over, pay 4$ to get in and dance in your favorite slut outfit.

*

I have a feeling that my mailbox will be full when I come back from Québec Shitty on Sunday. I'll miss one more Piknic, and I couldn't care less. It has become a joke, some kind of running gag in the Montreal "nightlife". At the Epsilonlab Piknic, the last one I attended, a friend of mine was thrown out because he didn't pay. On his way out he ran into people he knew that were also leaving. They gave him a bracelet that he attached around his wrist the best he could.

He came back and danced a bit, and four goons arrived to circle him. After a brief conversation where he was pushed around a bit, he was thrown out again. All of this for not paying 7$. The fuckin' site is a PUBLIC PLACE. The Piknic guys should be grateful to be allowed to make money like this every Sunday like they've done for the last four years. Forcing people to pay to occupy an outdoor space that's supposed to be about good vibes, peace and love is not something I think is right.



They might suggest that we enjoy ourselves someplace else and I believe that's what I'll do from now on. Instead of staying there, in front of this nauseating and saddening spectacle. The musical selection has been so degraded in order to please the broadest human spectrum possible that it's hard for them to keep the quality constant and makes for confusing afternoons spent listening - and trying to dance - to music you often do not enjoy at all. Minimal was at the "forefront" of the underground when you started Piknic in 2002, guys, but it is no longer the case. It is now just a genre that does not renew itself and, unlike electro, is not even "fun".

I'll still go a couple of times before the summer ends, but only when I'm sure to be pleased, like during this freshly announced Neon gig on Sept. 4th, with DJ's Thomas Von Party, Romeo Kardec, Mark Dillon, Jordan Dare & fuckin' Steve Bug !