So we barely get a chance to our bearings back here in Toronto and in a week's time we'll be heading out on another long-ish road. One we must fly to, that begins in Vancouver.
If you are, or will be, there -- or, here, as it is -- come see us and say hello. It could be nice.
Oh yes! That lovely poster you see up there comes courtesy of Broken Press Design: www.brokenpressdesign.com
Oct 03 @ Rickshaw Theatre, Vancouver
Oct 07 @ Open Space, Victoria
Oct 08 @ The Josephine, Seattle
Oct 09 @ Ella St. Social Club, Portland
Oct 10 @ tba, Eugene
Oct 11 @ The Hemlock, San Francisco
Oct 12 @ Vaction Vinyl, Los Angeles (in-store)
Oct 13 @ Synchronicity Space, Los Angeles (w/ Aidan Baker solo)
Oct 15 @ Terminal, Oakland
Oct 17 @ Anthem Records, Portland (AB solo in-store)
Oct 18 @ Dissonant Plane, Seattle (AB solo in-store)
Oct 18 @ The Comet, Seattle
It's not so much that I've been neglecting this here blog, so much as this last month has seen us leaving Berlin on an emotional, and often depressing road back to Toronto. We did some amazing things with some amazing people on said road, and I'll fill in those blanks really soon. Right now, my time is spent in a minor haze as I readjust to what it means to be a Torontonian.
More than anything, I'm surprised at how completely underwhelmed I feel being back here. This is sad, sad, sad. Not only for me/us, but I feel really cruddy expressing this to all my friends here. However, I'm trying to snap out of it by immersing myself in Toronto greatness - of course, a huge chunk of greatness that is also very near and dear to my heart is City of Craft. This is something that will utterly consume me, and very possibly this space, in the coming months.
Other greatness includes the serious glut of literary talent here and I'm starting with Maggie Helwig's Girls Fall Down. It's already tapped into my various paranoia, and it probably wasn't a good idea to start reading it on the subway (especially as the train approached Bloor St. Station), but it's scary and lyrical in the best way.
In further Toronto-centrism, the Toronto International Film Fest is on and as the city is beside itself with Brad Pitt and Penelope Cruz watching, we made our way to the screening of Sook-Yin Lee's Year of the Carnivore. Actually, the film itself takes place in Vancouver, but it's the best kind of Canadian content - totally self-effacing, totally odd, and totally beautiful. Also, Aidan contributed music that was so well curated (is music 'curated' in a film?) throughout the whole film.
I'm thinking this is the best way to re-acclimatize. We're going to focus on what's really inspiring and try our best to ignore that other stuff.
