Did I mention the bar was Compt'd?

If I were to think of my blog last night around 11 30, I would of have been pondering sentences to formulate an amazing review of the two encore performance of the Bloc Party that a whack of the peers and I were able to soak in down at the Docks in Toronto. However, did this post ever change 'round midnight last night.

Before I get into the fabulousness that was mine, Paige, and Steve's fantastic night all thanks to MISS FABULOUS CARRIE ANDERSON, Ill give ya a little post show rundown. Music was amazing, but that was expected after a much touted live show that I heard so much about from the best brit rock export of the year.

What was truly entertaining however, was the amount of familiar faces that ran throughout the crowd on Monday. For being a monday night show, this concerto brought out some faces I hadnt seen in a week, month, and a few in years. We had a large London regathering which included many of the link listed you'll find on the right including, Brian, Dallas, Francisco, Salty ma Walty dalty Sara, Dewaard and posse, a few of the first year ladies that lived on my floor and then rarely spoke with, Saraboberah Lasch, the hottie that works at double down named Steph, Nitin my new years shindig dj and partner (who consequently is like running the Docks now). There were a slew of others including Paiges team of hotness known as her friends, and a few extra buddies like Nathan and those other faces I cant quite remember.

Name dropping whaaat? This is a foreshadow to the rest of this post

What was extremely cool however, that amongst our general viewing zone, Whitby's own K-OS and DFA 1979's Jesse Keeler were soaking in the show amongst the plebs no more than five feet from us. Personal highlight of the pre-midnight party was when Francisco mistakingly asked K-OS if he was the lead singer of Bloc Party, which made a complete ass of the spanish wonder, while I tried to compliment Jesse Keeler only to realize that he had really wished I had never said anything because he was in the midst of listening to the Kills on stage. Woops, fukin rockers and their industry companionship; I just wanted to say I liked his Tokyo show.

Regardless of our tipsy embarassments with two of Canada's more predominant music stars, the show was amazing, and for a large hall like venue, Bloc Party sounded amazing and was worth the wait Ive been on for three months.



So you think that the show would be enough, but oh no, theres more. After the show, the dynamic team of sexy Paige, and sexy Carrie, decided that sexy steve, and fairly attractive eano should head down into the core of the city for a drink. We had heard rumor of an industry label party at the Drake being thrown by Vice which may feature the after party for the band. So we roll up thinking Steve's internship at Vice and Carrie's work with the film festival this past week would find ourselves in the middle of the party. And you know what WE WERE 100% right.

It was all Carrie mind you, as shy gosh Steve didnt drop the Vice hint, until Carrie had already sweet talked her way for four passes to the VIP list only party going on at the Drake for the film fest after party. We stroll in, high off of Carrie's hotness only to find ourselves amidst the following familiar faces:

• All of the Bloc Party Members, celebrating a show well done, much to our praise. *note at the end of the night Kele (lead singer) drunk as hell was escorted upstairs by a girl whom he could of done much better than (*no offense).

• Jesse Keeler and K-OS, where the latter tried to pick up our dear Paige and I believe is calling her later this afternoon, and the former clearly recognized my knit hat and was half impressed, half worried I was gonna talk to him again about his band.

• A brief sighting of Guy Pierce of Memento

• The Cast of The Trailer Park Boys, and get this, THEY WERE OUT OF CHARACTER. Bubbles did not have his glasses on, didnt have his lips goofed out, and was escorted directly to the back with the dall dark haired dude (Julian?) to begin their slosh fest no doubt.

• AND THE SIGHT OF THE NIGHT ---- THE FUCKING HOBIT WAS THERE. Yeah thats right, Elijah Fuckin Wood strolls in with two nasty broads drunk as hell and all over the one at the bar. It was hilarious. Slams up to the bar beside Carrie and starts making out all over the place in the midst of a fairly unpacked bar. At this point it was like the above and about 40 people.
  
• Things to note about Elijah
• He was certainly type cast as the shortest creature on the planet.
• He wears a satchel to the bar and looks as though he should belong in a Starbucks on Church st. as opposed to rolling with slimmies :P

• Last but not least we met Marcus, the name dropping king of the world, who thought I was someone who worked with him on a local soap opera. This guy lived for telling me what his friends did and what he used to do: own the Horseshoe Tavern and another bar in town. He was rolling with some singer I had never heard of from Germany, and the guy who has been splicing the music snips into Saturday Night Live acts for the last 15 years or something...yeehaw, FFFFFAAAAAMMMME, whatever....
  

It was a blast though because we scored some prime seats, with huge lounging pillows and Kawk of the Walk spread all over us. It was a really weird environment where everyone in there checked everyone else out only to try make everyone else think that they were someone. Needless to say, we abused the new Film Festival rule of Last Call at FOUR'4'FOUR am and we're out til around 3:30. Oh and did I mention that the bar was compt'd by the host of the party. Love that Vice mag. Too bad I had to drive or I would gone overboard for sure.
Carrie, I had a blast, and everyone should virtually thank her for the night. you're a gorgeous doll with mad pull...ya heard. Pioneers live was worth it, but Price of Gas shook the world.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Tuesday, September 13, 2005