Yo Baby, Got A No No?

I was cooking last night and ran downstairs absentmindedly to get shrimp from the freezer - I was wearing wool slippers. On bare hardwood. THWACK. My feet swooshed right out from under me and I bumped awkwardly down a couple steps. My tailbone was safe but I had a big bump on the fleshy part of my bum. Rubbing my smart, I complained to B, "My bum hurts!"

This cheekily reminded him of a line from this spoken word piece from the beat poet (punk poet?) Steven Jesse Bernstein, who was a contemporary and friend of William S. Burroughs. I can't stop playing it. I love his gritty, growly voice with its Jewish American nasal and the big band music in the background.

No No Man Part 1:


No No Man Part 2:

I saw Moncton's sweetheart last night

I saw Moncton's sweetheart last night (now Sackville's sweetheart living here with her 3 kids). I was born in Ottawa, far away from New Brunswick. I was in private school in Singapore when I missed out on Eric's Trip. During Shotgun and Jaybird I was in Halifax, going through a disenchantment with the indie scene- my mind was on other things. I did see her once, backing a solo Gord Downie at a festival in Ontario, but that was different.

I hadn't yet fallen in love with a boy from Riverview who had exchanged letters with her for a time as a teenager. I hadn't been warned off highways about moose. I hadn't tasted Pet de soeur or been buried by 4 snowstorms in a row in a month. I wasn't learning to be a New Brunswicker then.

I saw Moncton's sweetheart last night, Julie Doiron. I was in a curling club, double-fisting Moose Reds, standing by the speaker in a square room with low ceilings, poor sound and chatty undergrads.

She's still underappreciated, twenty years on. But she's still the sweetheart of New Brunswick indie rock. And I loved her. I was smitten.

So I bought a CD.



Julie Doiron
Woke Myself Up

I woke myself up to rest my weary head
from all the work I'd done in those dreams I had
like weeding the garden all night
It's so hard to weed in the Dark moonlight

Almost each night between two and four
she rolls out of bed and onto the floor
sometimes I have to go in
and put her back into her bed again

So maybe this coffee is a bad idea
and maybe this might not work out for me
maybe a walk or a nap could win focus
all about Now

I woke myself up just to see you sleep
just to hear the quiet and just to have a look
at everything quiet all night
It's so good to be in the Dark moonlight

I woke myself up to rest my weary head
from all the work I'd done in those dreams I had
Like reading the books all night
It's so hard to read in the Dark moonlight

So maybe this coffee is a bad idea
and maybe this might not work out for me
maybe a walk or a nap could win focus
all about Now

(I like the poetry in this one, but my favourites on this album are No More and don't wannabe/liked by you. Also, this is the cutest music video: Me and My Friend)

matchbook

matchbook magazine

Finally! A pretty decent magazine for the young, urban woman who loves fashion, culture, books, and home cooking in equal measure. The best part is that the magazine is fully browsable online, with all featured items linked directly to the source, so you can immediately find that scarf belt (see previous post) or espresso machine that catches your eye.

Are you a matchbook girl?

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Scarf Belts for the Unconventionally-Waisted

by Asprey London

I was so ecstatic when I saw this belt. Being a tiny person I can NEVER find a belt small enough for my waist and I am sure other unconventional body types have the same problem on the other side of the spectrum. This piece really dresses up the scarf belt option from bohemian to chic, and you can adjust it to any waist size. I can't wait to put to use my overflowing collection of scarves!

Try looping two shorter scarves together to get a different look front and back. Or use an extra long scarf to tie a large romantic statement bow in back of a simple form-fitting LBD.

(I think I will keep my eye open for a local cobbler or leather worker to make me an imitation of this 75 pound Asprey London belt!)

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