Music today: Peaches ROCKS live!!
Reading today:Exposee of corrupt Raeliens in Journal de Montreal
Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Thursday, Oct. 09, 2003 - 4:16 a.m.
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Peaches rocks live in Montreal
Peaches and cream Peaches and cream... boy that Peaches is one hot thing, but so very TRAILER TRASH, I tell ya! Rock and roll rock and roll... a strip joint dancer crossed with every little cockrocker you saw on stage...The woman knows how to take over a space, and definitely does not go for classy! LOL!
She managed to have the whole room screaming for her by the time the second song was over... and one of her manoeuvres was to climb up into the balcony from stage left, and make her way in a U-shape through the whole balcony to descend to stage right. Half monkey, half rockclimber, half lapdancer... yes that makes three halves. Which gives you some idea of the energy one single woman with a mic and almost no stage equipment can give off. Minimal and raw. I kinda wish she'd kept the wig on though... i realize i have a thing for hair. The opener for the opening act was some sort of 80's pop/2003 karaoke boy who was quite lame, but had great hair... sort of a flippy mop blunt cut that swung over his forehead with every move. And then Peaches came on with a blond straight wig (as in white blond), with a dress and midcalf sort of gogoboots (also white)... it was totally funny when she took the wig off, swinging it like a boytoy smashing his guitar, but her real hair is just so brown curly sortof mullet trailer trash! Liked the wig!
So, opening act was Electrocute and they were darn cute, in that sort of littlegirl in the shorty skirt kind of way (at least they were from the balcony... friends who saw them closeup said they looked like hardlivin over-30s)... and Electro-cute sort of sums them up. Two girls, one guitar, lots of electronic beats, Entertaining and mostly dansable. The one chick's slo-mo clothing removal (unzip one item per song...) was a nice move too. I was watching how they are definitely natural (or rather boiled in femme broth since birth) femmes... that knee-together stance no matter how far apart their feet were. Fascinating. This sort of "ever-femme" makes me bitchy and angry, perhaps cuz i know how appealing it is, and how much of a failure I am at it and will always be.
No such problem with Peaches, who is slut and whorish slut all the way. Kickass, opinionated, knees as wide and wider than the feet. Lots of grind, lots of rockstar, and i loved the little bit of previously mentioned balcony-monkey... i can totally relate to that unpolished sort of physicality.
I was also totally amused when at the end of her set she said "really annoying" about this cuteola punketta cool dressed up chickypoo who kept climbing on stage to try to dance with her, touch her etc. It was funny, cuz chickypoo did look good but was SO persistent. At least she was pretty to look at, all shortshorts, fishnet shirt over black bra, billyidol/thecure 80's bleached-with-roots ratsnest hair piled high.
I had a totally fun time. Couldve been standing up dancing, cuz with the exception of a couple pose-and-stand electric guitar rockstar tunes, everything was electobase grabbing you by the balls and pushing you to grind. Very fun. My Dad had a hard time with his ears... the napkin I gave him to shove up his eardrums didnt seem to be enough... most of his fingers up to the knuckles followed the napkins!, and also didnt like the smokey room (i agree)... he said he wrote in his diary "loud and smokey"! And i said "it was very trailer trash, but at least it wasnt boring!", and he agreed" NO, it wasnt boring."... so i guess taking Dad to Peaches went ok.
Lots of cute girls. And cute girls standing at the bar ordering drinks saying loudly, "hey, so many cute girls!"... nice to go to a dyke/bi-friendly show. Lots of bleached hair with roots, lots of black and red. Lots of fishnet sort of stuff. Young crowd (mostly under 30), very mixed boyz and girlz. Wished i'd had my lighter with me (left it in the kitchen the other day when i smoked the hookah), cuz i missed an opportunity in the bathroom to light a cute girl's cig. When i said that to my friend Stevv (nice to see her, and funnily enuf she is boinking a guy now)... she was nice enuf to give me hers... which was cool, cuz it had the flame turned high (watch out for girls with hairspray!!), and the childproofing chiselled out. mmm.
So, there is my take on Peaches. (oh, at the encore, she sang that "fuck the pain away" song... and asked for people from the audience to come on stage and sing it... only took her two goofballs who didnt know the words to get kicked off, til she found some young guy who rocked, and totally had it down... he got a big tonguey snog for his efforts, to the delight of the crowd. Other cool thing was the duet with a videotaped Iggy Pop... very interactive and fun.
Bad things: disrespect for the mic stands... hey, they are only mic stands.. be nice to them!!, The ditzy stage boys who always seemed to be bodily present in a sort of intrusive lurking kind of way, and were badly dressed to boot. The lack of a second encore.
Happy to say, only one "moment", and that is when she sang "slap attack" and i had a flash of ob dancing with me, and slapping my upper chest to that line. Suppressed the tears and went on to a great evening.
PEACHES ROCKS!! GO SEE HER!!! (maybe she can be at michfest next year! :) ..... on the website be sure to check to see if she's coming to your hometown soon AND check out the crotchshots photos... i guess one should remember to take one's camera and get up close and cosy when one goes to see her, to get one's photo of her crotch on her website! remember that, now!!!
Other news today:
Dad is speeding along with the balcony repairs. 3/4 done, and then painting. He should be done tomorrow (thurs)... the tenants are thrilled. I can finally appreciate his anal retentive perfectionist handyman talents, now that i am paying for them, get the results at MY house and not his, and am not being compared to him. He was always the ultimate "if you want anything done right, you have to do it yourself" guy, which means if it was your first try at anything, you'd be laid off for incompetency presto vito. Which really really sucks as a kid. One doesnt learn much when Dad takes over the first time you make a mistake. And you also get real testy later in life about learning anything in front of anyone, and real unforgiving of your own mistakes. Oh baggage baggage!
But now that he's here with me as foreman, he is great... never have to look over his shoulder.. give him the job and it will be done twice or five times as well as i could ever do it. Like i said, the tenants are blown away and appreciative. I will have to make his importation from the Western Hinterlands a yearly occurrence for the good of my property value. mmmm nice. The only bummer is that he has informed me that he thinks $600 will be fair pay, whereas on the phone when we cooked up this "imported familial entrepreneur" renovation scheme I believe the number bandied about was $400. A 50% increase. Oh well. Like he says, i wouldnt get anyone else to do the great job he is doing for that price.
Other little stuff and bits of fluff today:
... a few quotes thanks from SquirrelX:
"Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections, but instantly set about remedying them. Every day begin the task anew."
__Francis de Sales
"The only grace you can have is the grace you can imagine."
__Toni Morrison
"Let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself - nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance."
__Franklin D. Roosevelt
"Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom."
__Bertrand Russell
"Ideas do have consequences and all argument is philosophical. You may try to avoid or hide it, but your line of thinking on any issue is a result of the basic philosophy which you hold."
__John G. Otto
Great Webcolumn recommended by Fetish Diva Midori: Bitchslap
Excellent newsitem for us single people!!:Dwarf Vegetables from Japan
Well, that is the end of this exciting newsday. More tomorrow!
You know i really like the word Bitchslap.... oh if only i had SLAPPED that L'aigle Noir doorman! Bitchslap!
Goodnight wenchie, sleep tight.
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