the night of 5.27.05 - Yeehaw at the Horseshoe!

The best nights out always begin at 7 oclock when you otherwise have no other plans and expect a mellow night of the same old same old. On Friday, Mcgrady calls me up and asks if I want to go check out a small Kid Kaola show at the Horseshoe on Queen for free on account of the extra ticket he has in his pocket which is girlfriend doesnt want. Now this ladies and gentlemen is the biggest benefit to not having a significant other of my own in my freewheeling single lifestyle, cause when any of my friends have an opportunity for non coupled fun, Im the first to be rung up cause I have no double to account to, and the significant others of my peers need not worry of my intentions with their leeshless partners. (*ok sal, you may have to worry, but at least you know Ill try and make a video to show you of all the nasty intentions).

So Mcgrady and I begin the amazing journey it takes to free suburbia and get to Queen. The route goes like this:

1. Ride to go station in brothers low rider, a doob, and Mcgrady = 20 mins
2. Miss 8:47 train and have to wait an hour at the sketchy sports bar hosting a baseball tourney drinkathon for old people and their annoying children eating chicken wings and crawling all over the patio while we drink our $20 pitcher = 45 annoying mins.
3. Non-express go train from Whitby to Union semi drunk due to Rickards = 45mins
4. Cab to the Horseshoe = 5mins

So we show up at the Horseshoe and I stash the toothbrush and axe spray I had brought, because we were crashing down there and I need to smell pretty, in a housing rental pamphlet stand outside the bar, and we head in to the back of the tavern where we are able to catch the end of the opener act.

Now I love opening acts, because its a taste of something new, something you probably havnt heard of already, and might be able to name drop to your friends in six months when they hit it big and you can say that you had beers with them over an awkward semi fan, hows the biz conversation you had at the Horseshoe a year ago. So on this night we were introduced to Lederhosen Lucil (click her name to link to her online mp3s) who was this one girl act, dressed in full german leederhosen, who sung with an electronic organ, two turntables and a voice very similar Stars, Metric, Broken Social Scene's Emily Haines. She has amazing stage presence and though is from Montreal, when on stage pulls off the best german school girl accent, yaah! She was really good live and I strongly urge you to check out her flighty electrohiphop unique genre when can.

So after I learned all about her path to mediocre startup success by talking to her and her manager in an incredible drunken stuper, I proceeded to spill a beer on her newly crafted fan email list, which I apologized for, signed the soggy sheet and gracefully exited to the opposite side of the bar. Then Kid Kaola came on, which was amazing. He had four turntables and was throwing amazing mixes of tracks from Modeste Mouse over what I think was the new Common album, as well as this crazy rendition of Moon River which went on for like 20 mins, and made me cry I think four times. As soon as I can find some pics Ill throw them up here, because the show was amazing because I guess it was a launch party for a comic festival going on in Toronto this past weekend, and so he had a local artist sketching on stage and at one point Koala handed out 200 paper megatron masks that he made on his computer and attached to popsicle sticks and handed out to the crowd for a picture op for the website. (*the photos arnt up yet, but like I said; in time Ill post).

So after the show, I stumbled my silly ass what seemed to be four blocks, but was really two doors down to the Rivoli, where we met up with Brown, and started the epic journey to west west west Queen, and a trolly ride on which I insisted trashtalking every sole on the car, thinking this was a could idea, to which Mark eventually gave up trying to shut me up and avoid the probable stabbing that he foresaw. *note* don't be scared of talking to people in Toronto, I was sauced, and every one I chatted up, even if I was rude, had a great time, and Im sure we will be friends for life...just dont tell them where I live okay?!!!

By 5:30 the night wound down after a crazy two hour game of summer moguls, which led to a noon wakeup call and a conversation over contemplating death because of the nasties still inside me, as Mcgrady and I made our way home which went a little something like this.

1. walk to breakfast = 20 mins
2. sweat and sketch with an unability to eat in this polish town greazzy spoon = 30 mins
3. trolley to younge = 20 mins
4. union to whitby go = hour on saturdays
5. whitby public transit scenic route of the city = hour
6. walk to homestead = 15min
7. painful crash out = sometime saturday night

* Much to my surprise after leaving the Horseshoe, Mcgrady reminded me of my toothbrush and axe spray which was still in the rental homes kiosk outside the bar, I havnt been able to use the toothbrush since out of fear of some odd practical joke rental seekers might of played on me in the early hours of saturday the 28th. 5.27.05 were some Gute Zeitens, now everyone tap their lederhosen.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Saturday, May 28, 2005