“Don’t give me that shit about role model.”
Vote.
A screencap from this pro-Suburbia atrocity on The Globe and Mail.
As a former carless “Mississaugan” teenager, I can wholeheartedly say that this is exactly what living in Sauga was like. Just. Cars.
Nothing is sacred.
Saw Flying Lotus last night at Danforth Music Hall. The visuals alone were worth the price of admission. I’m still having a hard time trying to contextualize what that concert meant to me. I really think Steven Ellison is a special artist. He actually walked right past me in the crowd, and I got to shake his hand. All I could get out was that “I’m a huge fan,” and that I thought Until the Quiet Comes was his most powerful work yet.
I’ve met some of my favourite artists in person a few times, and make it a point to stick around after shows to see if they’ll say hey, but it was one of the only times I’ve ever been truly starstruck. FlyLo is one of the few artists that has had a lasting impact on how I approach music, both from a listening and practicing perspective. He really has solidified his place in my mind as one of the best producers out, and his challenging, progressive, musical thoughts require a bit more than just trying to figure out how to properly dance to it to understand. Based on the weird interjections of tempo change throughout most of his performance, it’s not hard to tell. With that said, I didn’t stop moving throughout the whole thing, doing my best to channel Storyboard P, and had an absolutely wonderful time. I was transfixed throughout the whole performance. Was really hoping to see a Thundercat bass duo, or even a rumoured Drake bring-out, but nonetheless, it was one of the best concerts of the year.
Fuck. Anybody got $1,200 they can lend me?
“Mmm… organized crime.”

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