The Beat That My Heart Skipped

Here's a two-year-old track by Dan le Sac VS. Scroobius Pip. I have placed it here so I don't forget it.

When selling records, it's important to remember that the more successful that record was, the less money you're likely to get for it. There are some exceptions, of course: The Beatles always sell and Major Hoople's Boarding House never does. But generally, nobody wants Billy Joel vinyl. And if you do, we're having a garage sale on Saturday. Glass Houses can be yours for a buck.

Also, Dick Wolfs is doing the Sketch Comedy Lounge at the Rivoli tonight (Tuesday the 18th), so come on down.

Automobiles, Automobiles and Automobiles

This time last week, I was driving with AK and our friends Craig and Elizabeth back from Chicago. It was my third trip to the Chicagoland area, and whilst there I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. Not only was I reminded of adventures I had on past visits in the 80s (we ate at Ginos East and drove past BaBaLu -- home of the great tapas debacle) and the 90s (They changed the name of the Sears Tower, Wicker Park has become totally gentrified), but also was haunted by memories that weren't mine. All sorts of things reminded me of things that happened in John Hughes films.

And now he's dead.

Another memory came at the Art Institute of Chicago, where we met a security guard with the worst job in the gallery. He had to stand beside a floor mounted piece that was situated around a blind corner to warn people not to "step on the art." The sculpture was situated outside of a room where Bruce Nauman's Clown Torture played on a continuous loop. So for hours, this poor man had to listen to the sounds of a screaming clown while repeating the mantra "please don't strp on the art."

I was also reminded that for at least four years of high school, I kept this picture of Bruce Nauman in my locker.

Bruce Nauman then looked a little like Jim Kerr from Simple Minds, who as we all know, had a big hit song on the Pretty in Pink soundtrack.

Suddenly In Summertime

I used to wake up at 5am with a random 80s song in my head and I wouldn't be able to get to sleep until I heard it. Now I can't get back to sleep until I've found the YouTube clip and blogged about it.

Savage Progress's My Soul Unwraps Tonight

And just to show that I'm not all about the 80s, here's a song I had stuck in my head at dinner -- Michael Zagar Band's Let's All Chant.

I like the suspender work in the dancing.

Weaving A War

I finally got a war rug! Well technically it's a balisht, a bag that I've put a pillow in and am now using as a cushion. But it's still very cool (although war is not). I just find it so fascinating how conflict has become so routine, that such violent imagery is reflected in their crafts. Although I have also read that the war rug tradition started as a secret way for the people to defy their Soviet Invaders. Newer rugs are said to use war imagery to sneak a few jabs at the Taliban (who, as we know, are not fans of representational art.

I am not expert enough to know the real story. Nor have I figured out what all the images are meant to represent, but I can make out helicopters and airplanes.

The people I bought it from said it took them two years to get their war rugs out of Afghanistan.

Canadian Modern: Gilles Vidal

There was one more titan of Canadian Modernist design that I didn't write about in the last go-round and that's Gilles Vidal. For some, Vidal is the biggest name in 70s-era Canadian jewellery design. The only reason I didn't write about him was because I didn't have an example of his work -- until today!

Ther seem to be too signatures on Vidal's work, the one pictured above (which is a later mark) and a stylized "gv".

I wasn't able to find much biographical info about Vidal -- maybe I'll have to go to the library. The lady who sold the pendant to me said that he designed the doors for the Musée d'art contemporain de Montréal. I must fact check this. Also, if you check out the completed auctions for Vidal on the eBay, you'll see that his work commands a higher price from collectors.

I also found this de Passillé-Sylvestre brooch with an early signature. Its nice to see an early piece if only because you can see the handcrafted quality of it. I feel as if I have a more immediate connection with the artists because I know they touched this little bijoux.

Aroo! Werewolves of New York

I'm in New York City. It's been a year since I was last here. Have seen some distinctly NYC things, such as two indigent men, slumped on the sidewalk, arguing whether the Christ spoke Greek or Aramaic. Spent the last two days walking everywhere having conversations with shopkeepers and trying not to spend money (because I only brought enough clothes for three days I did buy some items at Uniqlo).

Some bargains: I had my rings cleaned for free at an estate jewelry store! While folks are definitely less showy about it bags and status sunglasses, New Yorkers are still quick to recognize signifiers of status. When I walked into the estate jewelry shop wearing my turn-of-the-20th-century baubles, they must've figured I was a big-spending connoisseur of estate jewelry shops and not a habitué of Value Villages.

I'm beat from walking around, so no nightlife tonight. But I did discover a new Video that combines three of my favourite things: Werewolves, Richard Ayoade, and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

Take it away, Señor Beaverotti!

Another money making scheme -- Brunk!

Okay, here's my new invention:

(Hold onto your pants because it's a genius level idea).

You know how Brunch is a marriage between Breakfast and Lunch? Well what if you combined Brunch with Binge Drinking? You would get Brunk!

Just think of it... Tang and Vodka to wash down the kind of stuff you eat when you're hungover. It's the perfect combination for our fast-paced world.

Because I'm too lazy to open up a restaurant myself, if you're interested in cornering the market on Brunk, you can give me $5,000 and you can have the rights. Yes, you pay me. That's the money making part of the scheme.

P.S. I call rights on Brunk!