30 posts tagged “review”

If I had a nickel for every time I said “Well, that was less embarrassing than I thought it would be” or “..and no one got arrested!” or “Those jeans are so tight I can see your vagina” I’d have $3.45. Back in October of 2008, I preemptively apologized to the employees of Scotiabank Theatre for my crazy in relation to the first of the Twilight movies, based on the popular/cringe-worthy young adult series by Stephanie Meyer. At the time, I was pooping myself (and I don’t mean figuratively) with excitement over the release of Twilight. Because I thought/hoped/prayed it would be good. I needed it to be good. The people at Summit who made the trailer led me to believe it would be good. I now refer to those people as Master Bamboozlers and Grand Marshals of Emotional Fuckery.

As It turned out, we were running a little late so none of my predicted pre-movie crazy occurred. I hunkered down in my seat, in a warm cocoon of bourbon, movie nachos and a homemade Twilight-themed poncho.

I’m joking of course..about the bourbon. It was scotch. C’mon people, give me a little credit! This was the movies, not my niece’s baptism for pete’s sake!

The opening credits rolled. I held my breath in anticipation. Then I passed out a little. Then I regained consciousness, burped up my garlic pan bread from Jack Astor’s, and prepared myself for what was surely to be the BEST.MOVIE.EVER.

Then this happened. Oh, it was bad. So, so bad. And not in the ‘so bad it’s good’ way that Mandy Moore and Hilary Duff movies epitomize. It was actually bad. And unintentionally hilarious.

After seeing Twilight, I decided to read the second book in the series: New Moon. In my defense, I was pretty heavy into smack at that time, which may have led to my exceptionally poor decision making. And by smack, I’m referring of course to sour cherry blasters. Just to be clear.

After my eyes stopped bleeding from being raped by Stephanie Meyer’s horrible writing and blatant overuse of the words “sighed,” “mumbled,” and “ice-cold cock” (ok, that last one may be projecting a bit), I went into a self-imposed Twilight ban. I was done. No more Twilight-related anything for me (unless, they managed to produce Twilight-vodka or a Twilight rape whistle). Don’t get me wrong: I was hooked on the first book. It was totally readable in spite of the cheesy prose. New Moon, however, was almost unreadable.

My full-on Twi-ban lasted roughly 3 months.

One fateful night while I was in Vancouver visiting a friend, it happened. This happened. THE ENCOUNTER. I stood two feet from Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart in a restaurant. And Robert kinda talked to me, maybe? Or something? They were in town filming New Moon. So I have to see it. Because I am convinced that if Robert Pattinson looks a little less constipated this time around, it’s because he met me.

Since bonding for life with the new Moon cast (cough), I’ve prided myself on my ability to remain relatively unchanged by my encounter. I still put my leather chaps on one leg at a time like everyone else. Same old Blair. I guess if anything’s changed, it’s that I’m just a teeny, tiny bit better than everyone else. But I don’t let it effect me, because that would be straight up ignorant. And ignorant people give me the sads. Sometimes, when I get a little moist reminiscing about that night, I feel a little blue at the thought that we only had that brief time together. I placate myself with codeine and photo spreads of Robert and Kristen. Those two are in every freaking magazine. A few weeks ago the Vanity Fair cover shoot with Rob hit the stands. All the photos were leaked in advance on the inter-web (what, you call it the internet? amateur). The next day, Harper’s Bazaar leaked the photos from the Rob/Kristen cover shoot. So basically, I spent two days at work alternately gaping at the photos and drying off my underpants.

And now, it’s New Moon time.

So what will my New Moon movie experience consist of? First and foremost: nachos. I’m a nacho queen. I bathe in cheese sauce (great for the skin and, as it turns out, very helpful for removing lipstick stains from Edward Cullen action figures who look a little like Corey Feldman - just saying). There will be no cardboard cutouts. The New Moon book was the worst of the series (then again, that’s like comparing shit to diarrhea) and the film adaptation does not warrant cardboard cutouts. But by god, there will be adult diapers. And Valium. So, to the employees of Scotiabank Theatre – let’s just get through this together. With extra cheese, please.

Kisses.

XOXO

Blair

LINKS, dinks: 

The ‘anticipation of Twilight movie’ post here: http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/pooping-myself-for-bella-and-edward.html

Full Twilight movie review here: http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/review-twilight.html  

Full Twilight cast encounter in Vancouver post here: http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/twilight-encounter-a-tale-of-intense-embarrassment-and-amazing-outfits.html

A few weeks back,us TBS ladies had a chance to attend The Verge Music Awards. Hosted by XM Satellite Radio, the Verge Music Awards celebrates the best in Canadian indie music by awarding two $25,000 prizes to album of the year and artist of the year as voted online by XM Satellite Radio listeners. The award show also featured performances by last year's winners and a bonus band!

Las year's winners for 2008 Album of the Year, Hey Rosetta opened up the show and awards with an amazing performance from their equally fantastic album Into Your Lungs (And Around In Your Heart And On Through Your Blood). The fact that the guys, semi-relatively unknown outside the tight music industry circles last year, won for best album last year totally impressed me. Complete kudos to XM Radio and their listeners! After the band's always energetic and memorable performance, inculding a drum off between band members  Phil Mahoney, Tim Baker and Romesh Thavanathan, came time for the first award, being presented to Artist of the Year.

Jeff Leake, Music Programming Director of XM Canada announced this year's nominees: Alexisonfire, Dan Mangan, Amos the Transparent, Joel Plaskett and Said the Whale, and while my whole year's rent was betting on the clear and obvious winner (well at least to US!), our dear and darling Joel Plaskett, imagine our shock when Dan Mangan won! While it pains me to admit that I've never given him much of a whirl, I have to admit the fact that he won was definately a good kind of surprise; after doing some research on the dude, I actually discovered he was the one act I REEEEEALLY wanted to check out during last June's NXNE, but had plans to see Sam Roberts at the Mississauga Waterfront Festival instead. After that revelation came out, my heart softened quite a bit and I'm whole heartedly once again two thumbs upping XM Radio and its listeners. For anyone interested, Dan Mangan will be playing The Rivoli this Friday, October 16. Go check him out!

After Dan's win, the next performers up were the Weakerthans, A band I don't necessarily suscribe to as they totally remind me of the Tragically Hip. Not a fan of the Hip, either.  Yet surprisingly enough, their performance wasn't actually torture as I would have expected and dare I say I actually enjoyed it? I did!

So after the Weakerthans did their thing, the second and final award was for Album of the Year. Up for this award were: Mother Mother, Arkells, Alexisonfire, Metric and Joel Plaskett. Once again, here I was, hoping for Joel Plaskett to win at least the one award. I mean he totally would right?!  So when they announced the winner and it wasn't him, I was, yet again, shocked. And when they announced the winner and it wasn't Mother Mother, Arkells or even Metric...i was kinda fuming...

Alexisonfire?! Really, really?! Have they even released a SONG lately, let alone a whole new record? Well, to be completely honest, I haven't listened to those guys since a show left me with about 35% of a hearing loss from the screeching screaming that I guess some refer to as music...but still. I dun get it... But I digress.... the evening finished off with Metric putting on a dynamic performance with songs off their albums Live It Out, Old World Underground, Where Are You Now and their latest, Fantasies.

Overall, aside from the tragedy that was Alexisonfire winning (don't tar me, I kid!...sort of...), the XM's Verge Music Awards proved once again how amazingly talented our crop of the non-Nickelbacks and non-Celines really are.

Thanks for 'getting it' XM Radio!

For more info about Xm Radio, visit: http://www.xmradio.ca/

Huh? I’d never heard of it. But it was Sunday night, the Sunday night of not the long weekend – because here in the UK we had a long weekend on Aug 31 (they do everything here back asswards). So the boy and I got into our pj’s and retired to our bedroom; I got caught up with my correspondence (facebook and gmail) and he trolled the internet for something to watch.

This is what he found: Next Day Air http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oS_fK7oHB9Y

Neither of us had heard about it, but with little to no other options we cuddled up – to our mugs of tea – and hit play.

I immediately liked it, cause Murray from Clueless aka Tracy from Felicity (among other things), Donald Faison, was in it. Score.  The movie opens with a scene that’s clearly from near the end, and then it goes back and tells the story from the beginning.  It tells the story of two of the dumbest almost criminals ever.  It involves attempted bank robbery and attempted drug dealing and definite murders. While all of this sounds heavy – it’s not. Its most definitely a comedy, soooo many classic lines in it!

So should you find yourself lacking in something to watch, get this. Hell, get this anyway. It’s a good laugh and it will make you feel like a member of Mensa.

Word.

M

*****

Avon (An imprint of Harper Collins Publishers)

So I was in the midst of packing up my apartment and much to my excitement I came across a $50 gift card for Chapters that I had forgotten about! So instead of packing – I headed out to meet one of my favouritest for lunch at the appropriately titled Queen Mother café. Post lunch (delicious by the by. Go there. Now.) I went to Chapters to see what books I could find on my new homeland – England.

I got distracted by two things, a desperate need to use the facilities or the ‘loo’ as they say in the UK, and the 4 for $10 table. So I went to the bathroom first – as that table was bound to keep my occupied for a good 45 mins. On the way back down I stopped at the in-store starbucks (I needed hydration – the book store can swallow you whole If you’re not prepared!)

Since I was moving across the world in a few short days I only allowed myself ONE book. ONE – even though it was a 4 for $10 deal! Of the selection the one that passed the page reading test was The Men’s Guide to the Women’s Bathroom by Jo Barrett.

It’s clever. A must read for any girl who uses a public restroom. There’s too may good quotes to put any here, but wow. This is “Gold Jerry, gold!” I think perhaps I maybe ghost wrote this novel with the rest of the tigerbeats – or at very least we accidentally contributed by being in a bathroom at the right time.

Now this book is like a two for one, there’s the men’s guide but it’s more about the girl who writes this book, post divorce. She moves back to Texas into her mother’s eloquently  (read: tacky) decorated rental apartment and quits her job as a lawyer to pursue writing as her new career. That aside the tales from the toilet are amazing. They’re just like a night out at any bar or restaurant. Ever. Any where in the world! I’ve heard some doozey’s here in London.

Perhaps I write my own book …

Cheers.

M.

ps. if that doesn't get you going - Hugh Jackman - THE Hugh Jackman, read the book and his praise appears on the front cover.

So I decided to check out Battala Rock Stars, a battle of the bands type competition, the other day. Must admit, was a bit hesitant at first for a few reasons…a. the reverb is a venue I try to avoid at all costs. it can get ridiculously hot in there, it’s aesthetics are a bit slit-you-wrist depressing and it usually smells like cat pee… and b. the last time I went to a battala rockstars showcase…the previous year…there was a band so atrocious that when they went on that muchmusic tv show disband, they were practically laughed off the stage for being so ridiculously bad…like BAD. list worst band ever. ever!

But alas… I was convinced to come give it another try and things had already started off promising when the first thing I heard upon getting to the venue was Vampire Weekend… Vampire Weekend? This was definitely not your cat-pee-smelling Reverb!

So after the pure bliss that is any Vampire Weekend song, Purr went on to rock the heck out of the venue! Loud electronica type music with a light show that could potentially cause seizures.

The group started off their first performance with an instrumental number donning a pair of white masks..very cool! They’re definitely a talented bunch and the girl drummer kicks some serious ass! Definitely worth checking out live; pretty freaking solid. When it came down to the judgement of the panel; Karen Bliss, Darrin Pfeiferr and Edwin, they all pretty much agreed with my thoughts.

Karen Bliss thought it was ‘amazing’

Edwin called the group ‘prodigy on acid’  and thought it was a great piece of work

Darrin Pfeiffer was ‘effin’ blown away’ and thought it was ‘really, really cool’

Kudos to Purr!

Next up was Bella Clava, but before I go on to talk about them, let’s talk about the host for a lil’ bit, shall we?The chickie was a bit dry and didn’t really bring anything to the table… Also, totally know this ain’t a fashion show..it’s a rock show for eff sakes!...but since *I* made an effort to look cute to even just come to the show, you better believe I’d look my darn cutest if I were hosting it…which is why I’m not so sure that wearing a pair of black modrobe looking pants, an I heart boys lots t-shirt and some black and white striped shirt underneath that makes you look like Wednesday Adams is the best hosting outfit…

I mean come on, we’ve all made bad fashion mistakes and heck, I even had a ‘I’m with the band’ t-shirt..but that was in 2002!

Moving on from the clothes, you would think hosting duties would involve introducing the next band, engaging the audience and some cute banter with the judges. There was none of that. In fact, up until the very last song…I had no idea who the next band was…just that it had a chickie vocalist playing the keyboards, dude in a cowboy hat and … a blowup doll?!

Yup.A blowup doll wearing a ski mask.

The band was also pretty good, completely different genre than Purr andt very reminiscent of Modernboys Moderngirls.They definitely needed a stylist, though. The girl vocalist and dude in cowboy hat looked great in their country chic outfits but the drummer and bassist looked a bit off…like the one half was totally appropriately dressed for their genre while the other half looked like they just stepped off a fubu ad. In fact, best dressed award goes to the blowup doll outfitted in a red mini dress. But nothing a pair of fitted jeans and t-shirts won’t fix.

I momentarily tuned out when I noticed the tv and the hotness that was cadence weapon on etalk..cadence weapon on e-talk! Note to self: check that sh*t out.

Tuned back just in time to hear the band introduce themselves and play their last song.

And this is where it kind of got icky for me…the judgment time.. because hello, if you’re going to sign up for a competition where a panel of judges..um..JUDGES you, don’t be all pissy and with attitude and talking back when the judges are actually being super complimentary but with some suggestions on how to improve.Seriously chickie, lose the ‘tude!

I wont bother writing about the judges’ suggestion because if the band doesn’t care on how to improve than why should we..but I will say that they were pretty solid and could be fantastic with the recommendations.

As the timing neared midnight and in fear of going all cindrella..or the fact that I was just really, really tired..i had to miss the last remaining band, surefire machine.

Really wish I had stayed around because the competition was quite solid and the bands I did see really brought it! Though with the judges doing an awesome job at critiquing, I’m sure I’ll see the band that deserved to go on the most in the Battala Rockstars finale August 22.

If youd like more info on Battala Rockstars, check out their myspace:

http://www.myspace.com/battalarockstars

Keeps You Up When You’re Down
Fall 2008
Hugtight Records
www.theperms.com

I love mail.
Last week’s mail brought me the Perms CD.
I’m the kind of person that needs to be impressed with a CD on first listen; I need to be interested in a track in the first 7 seconds or I’m skipping forward. I gave this album as much consideration as I gave the Saves the Day album In Reverie. I was not a fan of the album. I love love loved Through Being Cool, I was just unimpressed with In Reverie. My friend Johnny D was also a fan of Saves the Day, so I gave him the CD and he loved it. So I say, to each their own – not sure who said it first, but I’m saying it now.

Stand out tracks from Keeps You Up When You’re Down, are Running Away, Night Shift and Things Left Unsaid. I’m fully recommending a MySpace listen to the 2008 release. The band has been together and releasing music for over 10 years so I’m willing to bet their live show is tight even if their latest recording wasn’t my cuppa vodka.

Happy listening!

M

oh hi ya'll,
my name is angela and for the past seven years, i've had a guilty pleasure. like for real. seven years now. even back then, i knew it was kind of uncool to like The All American Rejects but that didn't deter me from totes loving their poppy lil heartbreaking tunes and Tyson Ritter's skin and bones.

so after trying going to hunt down tickets to lily allen's treasure hunt on twitter fun that would have so been ours had it not been for a dinner we had to attend, kels and i arrived at the Phoenix Concert Theatre to check out the band. We made sure to mortify our darling friend for a good few minutes beforehand, making sure her boss and everyone else in the venue knew that she, did, in fact have friends that liked this band and were the age of majority.

totes didn't get what the big deal was about being in our mid-twenties and liking The All American Rejects until we walked in. umm...aside from the screaming thirteen year olds that I once was, which was totally kosher-props to all the 13 year old kids, the venue also consisted of their parents and my favourites; the 24 year old girls from woodbridge with long bangy hair and uggs who thought they were clearly rockers because instead of listening to trance music like their other friends, they were here, at what they really thought in their hearts of hearts was a rock show. clearly.

had the pleasure of standing beside such one Gina Bambina, who kept 'dancing' to what one can only assume was a marriage between how they dance up in them clubs and heavy metal head banging. Listen doll, if you wan to mosh at an All American Rejects show, I suggest you go to the front with all the twelve-year olds.

as for the concert, as per ush, the Rejects put on a pretty entertaining show. My ultimate favourite will forever be the time that lil' Tyson did a bit too much of something and kept making devil horns with his fingers but he played up his heart throb status with the teen beat crowd quite amazingly and the band's performance was quite tight. The kid can sing; that's for sure. Stand-out songs included Swing Swing, a song that Kelly mentioned is what got her into the band in the first place..via me..- everybody awww, now-,  that new 'hell' song that I can never remember the name of and their last song pre-encore 'Move Along', which if you ask me, they should have left till the very end to pursuade the kids to actually move their asses, as opposed to gawking frozen solid at Tyson when the band was done as he threw some random crap out into the audience, preventing me from getting out of there fast enough to optimize my drinking time. Had there been a fire, we all woulda been screwed.

Hi beauties,

So Tuesday was a busy night. Two of us TBS ladies were out in full force as Nicole Richie launched her House of Harlow costume jewellery collection at Holt Renfrew's Bloor Street location in Toronto.

A crapload of people- mixture between some of Toronto's socials, total randos who didn't really look like the typical Holts shoppers but were just celebrity whoring, Canada's tv darlings (cast of degrassi), some entertainment media (hi shinan! hi cosmo tv! hi entertainment tonight canada!) and...K-OS?...- showed up to get a glimpse of the beauty who is about the size of my finger. sidenote: how is every.single.celebrity. that freakin tiny?! I envy. So much.

So anywho, the whole concept was you look at the jewellery laid out in the middle of crazyness in between a bunch of clothing racks so gettin by and through people makes it near impossible, pick the jewellery and if you like, get taken to a cash register open 1,732 miles away from the jewellery table and then get whisked to the line-up of people who also bought and get to meet Nicole while she signs or poses or whatever. Can you tell we didn't buy?
umm...the layout of the jewellery and the cash and the overall craziness was a bit too chaotic and messy. whoever decided on this sort of layout must have been clearly out to lunch when doing so. but the concept of making people buy the jewellery to meet Nicole? amazing. cuz there's a crapload of crazies who will buy something just to meet a celeb. heck, i would totally pay money to see someone like justin timberlake read the back of a cereal box. i would totally buy his william rast clothing line. all of it.

on to the jewellery. so umm.. there were three pices i totally hearted..will get to that later... but i'm guessing with the recession and all, the holt renfrew customer is looking for costumer-inspired jewellery that they can still buy at holt's but at the quality of claire's accessories?!... that must be it cause the price points my friends were cheap cheap cheap!

and to be honest, i've seen the house of harlow line in kitson and they have some really awesome, cute pieces that unfortunately was not brought to the toronto launch...

BUT out of the pieces that were shown, i loved this (and the matching earrings that went with it):

Harlow1

And my absolute favourite was definately a variation of this:

Gold-headband-nicole-richie

And I say variation because again, they brought the cheaper version of this to Holt's. Hello, people, this isn't Claire's..or even a Sears. People are not afraid to spend ridiculous amounts of money on stuff here. So bring us the goods! My only iff about the headband is that as soon as Kels and I started trying it on, so did the entire store...including the 47-year old cougars who still like to think they're hip even though they're wearing Parasuco denim.So unfortunately, I won't be buying it anytime soon:(  Cougars ruin everything! grrr. juuust kidding! hee!

Oh and Nicole? As mentioned in previous post; absolutely stunning. And must have made a heck of an impression on Mr. Holt Renfrew himself; he gushed about the jewellery to her for hours, telling her the wife owns all the pieces and he'd love to carry it at Selfridges. After the big hoo-haa, Nicole and friends dined at a hotel restuarant nearby, before being jetted of in private jet back to the US.

check out more of her jewellery on the kitson website: http://www.shopkitson.com/index.php?pageId=2&manufacturer_name=HOUSE+OF+HARLOW+1960 and if you likey, come buy some pieces at Holt's!

So Friday night the ladies and I went to the Gladstone for a party called Loving In the Name Of (?).

I was immediately put off by the $8 cover charge. Nothing worth going to in this city is worth more than $5. NOTHING. If you want people there, $5 is the cap. Plus it makes for easy change for the door girl and quick math in her head when a gentleman decides to pay for all his ladies….. So an $8 entrance fee gives the party a lot to live up to, a LOT.

We arrived pretty early and there was still plenty of room on the dance floor. The tunes were good but nothing me or Angela don’t have on our iPods or even DJ’d ourselves under our moniker Cuts&Bruises. I don’t mean to brag… but we’re pretty awesome DJs. We once DJ’d to a crowd of 300+ people at a charity event at the Sheraton Hotel in Toronto. True story. Later in the night a cover band comes on… a cover band for $8…. The tunes they chose were good, dancey and everyone was having a good time, must have been all the purse booze that was being drank. Cause no way people were buying $6 pints of domestic! There was never a line up at the bar, but there was soooo many people in the venue, odd. Then I went to the bathroom and there was a massive line of chicks with nearly empty glasses…. Yet upon exiting the stall, their glass was full! There is no classier breed of lady than one who packs a purse full of booze and mixes it in the same place she changes her tampon (hopefully not at the same time). And before y’all get offended, I’m one of those girls! I’m on a budget people! I’m unemployed!!   

As a commentary on the folks in attendance at this dance party, there was an obnoxious amount of mediocre looking girls with their huge faux eyeglasses. Do they think that WE think they’re edgy? Because we don’t. I think they look ridiculous. Squinty eye-coke face is NOT enhanced by those glasses. Take them off. And why is every other person an Elaine Benis? Try to control your arms and legs while dancing and remember you’re not in your living room, you’re in a bar and you could injure someone with a rogue arm! I’m almost afraid to drink from a glass for fear of losing my teeth!!

Anyway, just my comments.

I did have fun, but it would have been more fun if me and Ang were DJing and Blair did her rendition of Welcome to the Jungle.. oh wait, that was Saturday night! Ha.

Xo

M

I’m underwhelmed to be at the awards this year but I’ve packed a mickey of vodka in my purse to add to my free water that’s given out in the media/artist green room and before any work can begin I excuse myself to the washroom and make myself a stiff drink, I mean, a special water… ok. I’m ready to rock *unenthusiastic* yay!

There’s so much unwashed hair and Chuck Taylor’s I don’t feel underdressed in my dirty Vans and my own unwashed hair.

It’s still early and the media and artists are trickling in. Un-surprising no-shows were the guys in Buckcherry and Papa Roach who were supposed to present the first award. Surprising guests include a guy from Hedley – the one who always wears a hat to hide the fact that he’s balding, the chick who’s referred to as Lights, and Kelly’s ‘nice guy” from last summer – the one who called, who made plans and then disappeared without a word. He came strolling in hand in hand with his new girlfriend and sauntered right past Kelly!!

His new girlfriend is wearing a lovely dress. No really, it’s very cute if it were the August Long weekend at the cottage!

 ‘Nice guy” sees Kelly, unhands his girlfriend and walks over to say Hi and play nice. I’m standing on the outskits of the convo but it appears to go well. Only Kel can say for sure.

Here’s a list of ways it could have gone better:

1. Kelly could have had a Publicity pass on instead of a “Saturday Volunteer” Pass
2. She could have been on fire. I’m kidding, but she could have been talking to some super hawt indie boy. Instead she was talking to some strung out dude from Cali who wore his sunglasses indoors, all night

So unfortunately instead of snubbing Nice Guy he was a welcomed distraction from the other dude.

Here’s a list of things that went well for the ‘hi’:

1. Kelly looked cute (and weather appropriate) in her skirt/shorts and leggings paired with a very collegiate looking cardi.
2. it was obvious that Kelly was the ‘hot one’ in their relationship… Nice Guy just looked short, a tad gingery and definitely not the cute one of the band. Where as Kel is sporting a hot new haircut, and she’s def the hawt one of our band! ;)

I’m sipping demurely on my special water and just taking in all the sights and sounds (they were not in attendance). Hey Rosetta! take over the one corner with all their gear and band members and warm up for their opening set. I was quite impressed by them, not just the fact that all 47 members could fit on that stage, but also their music! The only band that rivals them for number of band members is Down with Webster. If you’d been at the awards and didn’t know what they looked like… they were the swarm of young looking whiteys from suburbia dressed as thugs…. One even donned a backpack that was shaped like a stuffed kaola bear.

The green room is filled with dirty boys with no money. Good thing there was free food. Some of these kids could use a deep fried butter sandwich, STAT. I just wanted to force feed them all!!

Anvil were among the first bands to arrive, and they still look like 1984 personified. Their publicist wins the Biggest Transformation Award from us TBSers. She’s lost about 80 lbs! If only she knew that she’s too old for pink hair….

Lights won some stupid award for something stupid and doesn’t thank her BAND! You know, the boys that make it possible for her to tour and make a living!!!

Best Set of the Evening

Jon LaJoie - www.myspace.com/jonlajoiecomedy

So funny!! He’s like Dane Cook with a guitar.

Best Dressed

Bif Naked

She was diagnosed with cancer not too long ago and she appears to be doing quite well now and looked stunning in her new short hair.

Best Look Alike

The kid with the hair from the Arkells, on stage he has a striking resemblance to our former/allusive friend A.W.

This is about all I can remember from the night…. The special water knocked me on my butt, and I needed a beer to sober up at the Library Bar in the lobby of the Royal York. Turned out that wasn’t as easy to do as you’d expect. We actually had to wait in a LINE to get into a bar called the LIBRARY Bar on a SATURDAY night. Could we be more lame?

But it was certainly worth the wait! We got fake fangs from one of the performers!!!

After that I was dunzo. I went to the Timmy’s got a bucket of tea and some cookies and went home to watch this week’s epi of Dollhouse.

yours sincerely,

the advocate for mid-day work naps

M