We were offered MDMA like a thousand times at that show. I guess that’s the cool thing to do these days? And I was all like “Hugs, not drugs.” A local graffiti guy, PESTO, designed the stage, it’s hard to tell from this photo but it’s built out of a bunch of tree branches and in the back there were dancers?
Ryan and I went to a dubstep show on Saturday. Yeah, you heard right. At least I think it was dubstep. I get totally lost every time someone starts talking musical subgenres. And I’ll be honest, I went into the show with a super negative attitude; if there’s not guitars, punching and yelling I’m usually not anywhere near live music. But Ryan really likes these guys, and he promised to buy me drinks so we went together.
I was pleasantly surprised. It’s still not really my cup’o’tea but it wasn’t terrible, and there were way less hippies than I was expecting. Here’s some examples of the music…PK Sound did the sound, and if you don’t know who they are then never mind, but they’re like, the best sound guys in Canada. So imagine this music louder than any music you’ve ever heard live. It’s kind of heavy and evil sounding.
This is Mark Instinct (who I actually thought was kind of cool):
This is Subvert (who I didn’t care for, we left halfway through his set…just too dance-music-y):
Here’s a picture of us watching Mark Instinct. We’re way up on the balcony. There’s a bar up there and a phenomenal view. But uh, it looks like I was more interested in talking to Ryan, haha. We stayed up there most of the night because everywhere else was completely packed with people dancing way too hard and/or slutty. I was scared. 🙂
Photo stolen from Charlotte Dobre’s facebook pics.
She is a fantastic photographer by the way! Check out her website HERE.
She has the best job. Ever.
Here are some random conversations I overheard/was part of that night:
(Standing in line to go into the show, there were 20 year old boys behind us who kept somehow butting in front of us, one by one, and were talking over our heads.)
Boy 1: Remember that party at Jeff’s house? And you had that Garbage Pail Kids jacket on? That was hilarious.
Boy 2: Garbage Pa…no, that wasn’t me.
Boy 1: No, yeah. I’m pretty sure it was.
Boy 2: Listen, I’m pretty sure I’d remember having a Garbage Pail kids jacket.
Boy 1: Oh wait, no, it wasn’t you. That was Ian (insert last name of guy I know here)
Me: LOL (Because of course he has a Garbage Pail Kids jacket, why wouldn’t he?)
Boy 1: (To Ryan and I) Hey do you girls have a pen in your purse?
Me: (Glaring at him, because um, Ryan’s a man and I didn’t even have a damn purse.)
Ryan: Oh yeah, I think I saw one at the back of the line!
Boy 1: (Oblivious) Huh. Well thanks anyway.
(Outside, 2AM-ish, Ryan and I were just about to leave when we ran into our hilarious friend who was just on his way back in to find somebody. He wants to smoke a cigarette and we decide to stand with him and wait for a taxi to drive by. A kid in a t-shirt walks up to us.)
Kid: Why are you outside? Don’t you like the music?
Ryan: Yeah man, but I don’t like the direction Subvert is taking the music (technical words I don’t understand).
Me: Not really.(I’m tired and kind of grouchy because 50 taxis are pulling up, looking at us and leaving.)
Kid: (Turns to me.) WHAT? YOU DON’T LIKE DUBSTEP? What do you like? Hakuna Matata?
Me: Hahaha. Yep. That’s what I like.
Kid: You guys have a light?
Me: (Picking up a matchbook off the sidewalk with one match left in it.) Here ya go.
Ryan: You only have ONE CHANCE!
Friend of ours: Yeah! Light it or you have to suck our dicks.
Me: (WTF look on my face)
Ryan: (Laughing) (He had a lot more to drink than I did)
Kid: Well….how about just his? (Gestures to Ryan.)
Me: You’re considering it?
Kid: My girlfriend just had an abortion and we broke up.
Us all: (Tugging on our collars, Simpsons style, because suddenly he’s not so funny.)
(In the taxi home)
Taxi driver: I’m just glad you guys are like, normal people for once.
Ryan: Yeah I bet you get drunk assholes all the time.
Taxi driver: Don’t even get me started.
(We sit in silence for a minute.)
Taxi Driver: You wouldn’t believe the week I’ve had.
Me: Oh, really?
Taxi driver: Yeah. Fucking crazy.
Taxi driver: Like, the worst week of my life.
Ryan: What happened?
Taxi driver: You don’t even want to know.
(We sit in silence for a minute.)
Taxi driver: I really need to get this off my chest. Can I tell you guys something?
Ryan: Sure, man.
Me: Yeah, totally. What’s up?
Taxi driver: My friend, well no, not my friend. This guy I know from a long time back…you know when it was snowing a few weeks ago?
Taxi driver: Well I found out he had nowhere to stay, he was on the streets, so I told him he could come stay with me. You know, do something nice for the guy.
Taxi driver: So anyway he was just like, staying on my couch and then one day he was gone and the cops come to my door at like eight in the morning and it turns out he fucking murdered somebody and they had him in custody and they want me to come in for questioning.
Me: Wait, what?
Taxi driver: And I mean, like he woke up one morning in my house, went out, fucking murdered somebody, came back and then I took him shopping at Walmart.
Taxi driver: It was like, he walked in just as I was leaving and I said “Hey I’m going to the store” and he was like “Can I come with you? I need to pick up a few things.” And then we went shopping together just like everything was normal. How can I ever trust anybody ever again?
Me: Uh…holy shit.
Taxi driver: And now they want me to go to court at eight in the morning as like, a witness. I never get out of bed until like two in the afternoon, I’m gonna be all tired in court. Well, here we are, you guys have a good night.
Me: Yeah. Good luck with that…murder…investigation…
Also? That murder happened in my neighborhood. Sweet.