Talk about nights to remember.

…Like the first time I saw Anagram play, it was at the house on Grange Ave with a bunch of friends from Ocad. Dd/mm/yyyy also played but it was Anagram who played a half hour version of Louis Louise and from that point on I realized that If I had to label any band (I’ve seen often enough) as what true punk is/has come to, they’re it. I used to see so many awful re-enactments back at the Kathedral or Q-bar and really Anagram fills this huge void that really would make me think that ‘punk is dead’ with out. I mean, punk was all about change/doing what you want so what’s with all the conformity and scripted attitude stuff? Any ways, enough with the rant …

Anagram the first time (scroll down past Xiu Xiu to 03.13.03 @ xenia/matt king’s living room)

The Set was everything I thought it would be but then more shit happened:

I shot for a few songs and then stashed my camera to go have fun. The next 40 minutes were spent falling, pushing and getting my ribs and arms all bruised up. I won’t even comment on the amazing-ness of the set and just wait to see the video hopefully cus there were about three people filming the show) The set ended and I stood at the side of the stage drenched in sweat gulping a glass of ice water. I felt a tap and turned around to see Annie (my ex girlfriend/best friend) who had just come in from the cold, crying and really despondent.

She told me how sometime during the set my cat had died in my bedroom a few blocks away. We spent the night together talking about the shit luck the last four months have been for my cat and I, living trapped in a small windowless room in an annex basement. My cat had been so unhappy but I had been counting the days and knew that we were only 17 away from moving home and having her back to run free in a big enough house with sunlight and fresh air up in the burbs.

AT 7:30 am the next morning we picked up my frozen cat from the animal hospital and drove up to my mom’s house and sat in the driveway realizing we had no shovel, the ground was frozen and 6 feet was really really deep to dig anyways. Sitting in a small car in the driveway on a -8 windy day with a frozen cat in the back seat after being up all night can really make the communication between two best friends so overly non-sensible it was beyond funny/hopelessly sad.

It also didn’t help that her car was on the verge of a break down any second and we had just drivven 30 minutes north for nothing. We drove back downtown to the animal hospital and paid to have her cremated.

Since I moved here (from parkdale to the annex) my whole life style has been so far from what it used to be. I won’t go into the personal/room-mate stuff but say that I’m looking forward to my mom returning from New York (after six months) at The End of the month and moving home to her house for a bit, atleast to save up some money and hopefully move back downtown for the summer.

Thanks for reading this entry, it felt good to type and get it out.