It was my Neighborino's (Baboon Torture Division) live at the SRSS last week and the paparazzi was out in full force... you would have thought it was a royal wedding or something like that. I saw Shawn Killaly working a big camera and all the old school SRSS peeps were out having dinner.
What is Baboon Torture Division? Let's just say that he band is well named as somebody near the back of the bar remarked. Older English gentleman looked at me and asked very seriously "and what kind of music would this be called"... "how about baboon torture division"... "i could see that, I like the fact that they are not raging loud".
This is a more professionally produced video than the SRSS is use to, but do remember i have only Imovie, a program which is as useless as a 4 week old dead cat under your pillow.
It was Hixon's birthday so i made a cake:
Fortunately i caught the Neighborino's before they were leaving in the Co-op car to go to the show to give them the cake to bring down which saved me from racing down Broadway in a pro Scarb Jacket with a cake and a guitar trying to catch a bus to the skytrain 1/2 hour before showtime.
Later Hixon and myself played a few songs as a duo, him on the computer generated beats and I doing me. We played the song "the flies"
I got to get me a screen cause the flies are getting bad
i need to pick up a mask cause the flies are getting bad
Please bring me a screen cause the flies are getting bad
I got to get me a mask cause the flies are getting bad
I am not a piece of meat to lay maggots on
I am not a fruit past due
I am not a lion
and then it gets a bit weird... legend has it that the people who wrote it were on acid and they were in a 4-track session in an apartment on the downtown east side in the summer with a window facing an alley with some bad smells, and of course the smells bring in the flies, and for some bizarre reason there were no screens on the window, so after they came back from the roof... which is a good place to collect ones thoughts the room was full of flies... just those ridiculous black shit flies that do circles and induce paranoia to the point where you try to torch the bastards with an aerosol can and a lighter... and then after a minor luxury pile couch singeing one had the idea that a screen might be better suited for ones needs.
After that we did the song Internetting on Chatroulette
And then it was time for cake.
On Wednesday April 27 2011, we have a special guest to play a few numbers Jovana Golubovic and a full 21 Tandem Repeats compliment featuring Shawn Killaly on drums, Jason Jones on piano, Christopher Johnson on bass, Willingdon Black on guitar and SR as SR.
SR will be sporting one large side burn as a result of a reverse jinx he called for the stunning and most excellent Canucks game 7 overtime victory.
You see, having been born in 1969 in Toronto and then moving to Vancouver in 1994 I have nothing but hometown Stanley Cup failure on my resume. So on the verge of what looked like it might become an epic collapse i put the word out that if the Canucks can win this game I will play the SRSS with one large side burn, hoping that perhaps the Gods might choose my personal embarrassment as a source of comedy over the fiasco of all fiasco's. I don't think I need to go into how painful it would have been to lose to Chicago for the third year in a row for the city's hockey heart. A good OMEN happened picking up my daughter from school today... as i walked in a nice little girl and her mother complimented me on my fine sideburns... it was a random and sincere compliment of the sort that i have never received. I will miss my pro sideburns, but i will embrace my pro side burn and play with heart and soul. Credit where credit is due... the Canucks played a great game and i think tomorrows SRSS will be one KING HELL time.
I have the new records back and you can have one for the price you feel is reasonable... all funds go back into the project.
I'll buy a plate of Nachos for the table of sexiest one side burned people who come to the show... they can be fake.
Hot Damn our dreams aren't dead yet.
GO CANUCKS GO
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