I’ll be finished organizing my room tomorrow. Also, I will get proper internet.
Expect normal tumblr posts to resume then (also, expect me to check all of your posts from the last few days, I feel like I’m out of the social loop.)
Okay, remember last night, when I said it was my final night in North Van?
I lied, TONIGHT is. It was going to be last night, but the ceiling in my bedroom in the new place was leaking(??!!).
Concerning sign, but it’s because the upstairs neighbour’s water heat broke. Luckily, not internal piping.
But they stopped the upstairs leak and dried it up. The landlord actually seems like a swell guy, and they’re going to replace a section of ceiling this week, but I’m free to set up my room and they’ll be sure to cover everything when they do it.
Weird, WEIRD snag but tonight seems like a better night for a last night anyway.
Side note: Leaking apartments, floodings, anything bad to do with water and homes freaks the shit out of me. I have some stories.
Last night in North Van.
Feels, feels, feels.
I feel like I don’t know enough about reggae to give it a fair criticism. Most of what I hear bores me to tears, but I really like this track (especially the lyrics and the effects towards the end) and things I’ve heard of Lee Scratch Perry.
Peter Tosh is interesting at times, but I can’t get fully into it, and Bob Marley is one of the most overrated musicians in my opinion.
But then, that’s all I know. A bunch of post-punk bands love reggae, so I got to go digging.
This podcast took over my life for a while, so I might as well post a link to the trailer for the upcoming documentary about it.
Trust me, there’s more to it than just Dan Harmon drunk on stage with his shirt off… But then again, that does make up a good portion of it.
So remember when I said I feel 2014 would be a good year?
Well, I’m starting to believe that prophecy’s coming true.
E note worship.
"Guitar Trio" by Rhys Chatham
For some reason, I never got around to checking out Love. Basically, I figured they were another psychedelicish folk rock band like The Byrds or The Lovin’ Spoonful. Not that I don’t like those bands, I do like them quite a bit, but I don’t really find myself going out of my way to dive into them.
Then I stumble upon this song and it KICKS ME IN THE FUCKING TEETH, HOLY SHIT. I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT.