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#Rocktober 30 volume 09: Harry Potter and the Ides of March

This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.

I went to Scarborough, I feel dirty. But the Kennedy Commons AMC was the only theatre in the City of Toronto showing Harry Potter 8. I had been wanting to see Potter since it was first released all those months ago, but I never got around to it.

It was damn good. There’s really not much to say, as anyone who’s interested in seeing this film already has, anyone who doesn’t care already ignored it.

I have this strange inability to spend $16 for a film, so after the film, I noticed that Ides of March had just let in, so I made my way into that theatre. There were plenty of seats, so I sat down for film two.

Ides of March is a mediocre film about the corruption of one’s morals, and the path to ambivalence. It was okay, not great. Worth seeing in theatres? If it’s free.

#Rocktober 30 volume 08: Cheap Speakers

This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.

To make up for bailing on me the day before, Natalia invited me over for lunch. So I joined her and her bandmate Tim for some tasty pasta made by an authentic Italian. We hung around and chatted, and I got back my copy of the Back To The Future trilogy.

Later that night, I was back at the Horseshoe, where I saw Natalia and Tim’s band The Cheap Speakers. They put on a good show as usual, and it was fun.

Then came The Ruby Spirit, who were ridiculous and cheesy and boring. I left.

Also, I can’t stop listening to this album…

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmZW3BGjGSs&w=500&h=284]

#Rocktober 30 volume 07: 50/50

This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.

A certain SOMEBODY cancelled on me last night. So instead of dinner with a friend, I made my way to the Carlton theatre where I saw 50/50. I was originally hoping to find some cinema showing Harry Potter 8, but sadly, it’s out of theatres and gone… I guess I have to wait until I download it.

Instead I opted for a film I had never heard of before, but it stars Seth Rogen and Joseph Gordon Levitt, so why not. Why not?! Well, it’s depressing as hell. The films about a dude who gets cancer! Cancer!

So the film starts with Adam (played by Levitt) running, and his back hurts, and that’s what leads him to a doctor, who finds cancer. So even though the character and I share a name, there’s a few good signs there. I neither run, nor visit doctors, so I won’t get cancer.

It was depressing, but really good. It was a character drama, and well written. The grown man next to me in the theatre was balling, so be prepared.


#Rocktober 30 volume 06: Entire Cities, Government, and The Nick

This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.

After work, I went to Jackman Public School and voted. YES! My candidate won the riding.

I then dined at Toronto’s best restaurant, The Old Nick.

From there I chilled until it was time to head to the Horseshoe where rock and roll was to be had, and rock and roll was had. I saw Entire Cities (who I nearly called The Entire Cities). The were fun as usual. It felt like old times as I think the majority of the songs were from Deep River, their previous album. They sounded good, and Simon’s sporting a lovely beard now. I wholeheartedly approve.

I’ve learned through my years how to work at concerts, whether it’s answer support calls from teachers while sitting on the floor of the Mod Club, or answering emails on my cell phone. So, even though it’s report card time, I felt okay going out. What was weird was working, rocking, and also following the election.

WOO! Liberal Minority! I like minorities. People have to work together. I like McGuinty, he hasn’t been a bad leader.

#Rocktober30 volume 05: Jonathan Richman

This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.

When I was scoping out possible events for #Rocktober30, I saw that Richman was coming to Toronto. I thought, “why not,” so after work one day, I headed to Queen and Bathurst and purchased myself a ticket to the show.

I’d never call myself a fan, but when I was looking for kid-friendly songs, and my friend Matt suggested Jonathan Richman’s “I’m A Little Airplane” I was hooked. His fun, poppy songs are a great, and that one CD that Matt sent me, plus the debut of the Modern Lovers are the only two albums I know.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zddXrElgdCo&w=450&h=259]

His live show is a lot of fun. It’s not too often you see an artist who is genuinely having a fun time on stage. He dances, he tells stories, he has fun. I didn’t know most of the songs, but that didn’t matter at all. Richman puts on a great live show, and is definitely worth the price of admission.

#Rocktober30 volume 04: Emily volume 2

This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.

As any sane person knows, having multiple Adams in their lives is a blessing, as is having multiple Emilys. I hung out with Emily C. last night. Seeing as I have two concerts coming up in volume 5 and 6, I jumped at the chance of a quiet night in with a friend. After an excruciating long day at work, I drove from Thornhill to Parkdale. That’s a bloody long drive. I wouldn’t want to live in the west-end.

Emily made dinner, a tasty soup, and veggies, and we hung out and talked about boys, and work, and government. Then we hung around and chatted while her roommates popped in and joined the fun from time to time. We started watching The New Girl, the new show starring heart-throb Zooey  Deschanel. It was surprisingly better than I expected, and the eye candy wasn’t bad either.

Katie, who’s celebrating her own #Rocktober, came over, too, and we all hung out and chatted, and it was a nice relaxing and pleasant way to spend a #Rocktober30 evening.

#Rocktober30 volume 03: Watcom

This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.

Previously on Rocktober. Adam went to Montreal, Adam came back from Montreal… and now the continuation.

So, I went out for dinner at the Old Nick with Emily (aka Watcom). Emily will be involved in many more Rocktober adventures, as she’s pretty fuckin’ awesome. I had the Garlic Mushroom sandwich, which is garlic, mushrooms, cheese, and tasty buns. SO GOOD! I love the Old Nick.

Emily nearly cried with Christine (the owner of the Nick) told her that the veggie quesadilla was no longer existent, and it was now a cheese quesadilla. I was surprised, as I had both, and never noticed when they changed it. Emily took Christine up on her offer to have them make it with some veggies for her. Emily seemed to be happy with her awesome-tacular meal.

We chatted about boys, and girls, and work, and friends, and babies1, and other such fun stuff. We had a fun time! It was Rocktober-tacular, and a good way to chill after a weekend packed with Quebec.

  1. No Mom, I’m not going to have one. []

#Rocktober30 volume 02: Grey Gardens, Cold Montreal

This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.

Hmm. Not really sure what to say about the second day of #Rocktober30. It wasn’t a great day. It started in Montreal. I slept in a bit, then checked out of the hotel, from there, on the Concierge’s suggestion I walked in the rain to Cartet. There I had an asparagus and cheese scrambled eggs, with some potatoes on the side, and some fruit. It wasn’t great. Both the toast which the eggs were on, and the potatoes were overcooked. They also ignored me while waiting in line for a table. Oh well.

It then started raining even harder, and walking around the city didn’t seem all that appealing to me. Instead I popped in my car, and drove west, or “ouest” as they say in Quebec (the French are weird). One thing I found very interesting, about eight kilometres east of the Ontario/Quebec border, it stopped raining. As if to greet me back home.

Oh, Ontario. It then started raining again around Cornwall, which you can’t blame the world for, it’s Cornwall, but once I passed Kingston, the rain cleared up again.

On the ride home I listened to a few records.

  • Fran Healy’s Wreckorder
  • Dan Mangan’s Oh Fortune
  • Stereolab’s Not Music
  • Joel Plaskett’s Emergencys, False Alarms, Shipwrecks, Castaways, Fragile Creatures, Special Features, Demons And Demonstrations: 1999 – 2010
  • Little Scream’s The Golden Record
  • $100’s Song of Man
  • and Sloan’s The Double Cross
I think my overall opinion is that Montreal’s an okay city. It’s no Toronto, it’s no Halifax. It’s no Vancouver.

#Rocktober30 volume 01: Dreadful Montreal

This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.

Today in Montreal was fucking cold. Sadly, I wasn’t smart enough to look at the weather forecast for the weekend, so I didn’t pack much. I had a sweater-vest I wore yesterday, but no actual sweater. I paid a trip to a local shop which wasn’t great and were asking $500+ for their sweaters. I left, but before I left, the salesman had to wish me a Shana Tovah.

SEE! I’m a visible minority1.

I decided to visit The Bay or Baie (Quebecers don’t know how to spell). I got a lovely sweater, and kinda found a sweet new sweater-vest.

Natalia might remember how hard it was to find a sweater-vest when I bought the other one. I think fashion has finally caught up with me as the store was filled with sweater-vests. Oddly enough, there was a Cosby sweater or two, as well.

From there it started raining, so I took the Metro to Schwartz’s where I found a lot of Jews. Seriously, where did all these Jews come from? Right. Poland.

Ate, read, walked in the rain, went back to hotel, walked in the rain, saw a giant group of brides and assorted wedding party members, and photographers. It was insane. Then I popped onto the metro. I travelled back up to montroyal and from there walked to a poutine place that google told me was wonderful. Oh my god it was!! Also. BOOZE. I drank a tasy Quebec beer and it was so good. I can’t remember the name. *facepalm*.

Then I walked some more, went into a chocolate shop to avoid the rain and drank hot chocolate. And reminisced with Twitter about St. Hubert’s as I saw one across the street2.

From there I took the subway back to the hotel. Hung out until I went for more poutine later in the night. After that long walk in the rain. I’m back in the hotel. Thinking that it’s too cold and wet and there are no awesome concerts. Hopefully it will be better weather tomorrow.

  1. Funny, he doesn’t look Druish. []
  2. Shira, remember when we went there all the time, then we suddenly switched to Swiss Chalet? Good times. []

#Rocktober30 volume 00 – Montreal

This month (well, officially next month) I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.

I woke up this morning, watched the latest episode of Archer and then threw random clothing in my suitcase popped in my car and hit the highway.

Getting out of Toronto was nice and easy. I had my iPod entertaining me through the drive. I put it on shuffle albums and started my Recently Added playlist. It started with Wild Flag’s debut 7″, Future Crimes. Next was The Rural Alberta Advantage’s Departing which seemed appropriate, as I was departing Ontario.

From there we went to Peter Elkas’ Repeat Offender and to Elliott Brood’s Days Into Years which I didn’t even think was Elliott Brood at first. The last album of theirs I purchased, or heard was their debut Ambassador. I haven’t seen them live since probably 2006, and they surely have changed. More melodic, more poppy, more harmony, less punk.

Then came R.E.M.’s Chronic Town and Stephin Merritt’s Obscurities which has a one great song and a few good songs. Unless you’re obsessed, pass on this one.

Then there was Telekinesis, Papercuts, and Dum Dum Girls. All three are great records, and I’d put them in that order.

I’m now in Montreal.

I met up with Kendall at Mont-Royal station from where we met up with her boyfriend Seb and Seb’s friend Steph. We went to some random bar where the waitress listed the beers off in French so quickly that all I heard was Stella. We enjoyed beer and talked about politics and romance and theatre and clowning and computers. From there wewalked to a lovely upscale Indian restaurant where we all ate too much food and enjoyed a good amount of wine.

The booze is flowing, it must be #Rocktober30!

Kendall sadly had to work at 8am, and is a responsible adult, so we went our separate ways.