Had some leftover homemade tomato sauce, and needed to use up some eggplant we had. Equals eggplant parmigiana. Standard breading station on the left, excessive mozzarella on the right. Tasted good, but too much like lasagna. Less sauce/cheese will be key next time.
I made duck breast for C and a friend on the weekend, so just re-seared it with leftover celeriac and potato puree. Added some goat cheese and parsley to make it a bit more palatable.
Victoria Legrand – listen to this woman, watch this woman, she’s special. This is woman. This is her band. And you can’t help but think brunette Stevie Nicks. Sorry, it’s easy, it needs to be said. Or you could just use the word huuusky [onomatopoeia]. Even the falsetto’s got some husk. She has a true gift in colour and tone, and quite good with melody. She even directed this video. Just don’t judge too much, when was the last time you saw a great music video?
Can we trust the IPCC ? – We know the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change isn’t infallible, but what about the big picture?
Why aren’t we talking about desalination? – The water supply of the future, but environmentalists don’t seem to be talking about it. I don’t understand why. It’s more expensive and takes more energy now, but that’s now. Reverse osmosis technology will only improve.
Snoetry – Not boogers. People like to draw big things in snow so all high rise condo dwellers can see their “work”. This time around, a nice man turned a big snow outline of a schlong done by teenagers into a “work of snoetry”.
The Knife + Darwin – made for internet publicity, the band tries something new – evolutionary rock opera.
Sarah Polley is punk rock – she pulls her name from the Oscar list as she discovers her short “Heart” done for the Heart&Stroke Foundation will be used to sell margarine. Good for you man. I’d put my name on butter, but hell no margarine. Marjareen.
Yesterday was quite a day, wasn’t it lovelies. The first day where Torontonians not only tilted their heads away from their shoes, but actually looked you in the eyes, opened their mouths, slapped your hands, and witnessed warm union.
And now for some obvious.
The media made way too much of everything – Own the Podium, waffling on our “sudden” patriotism, hockey analysis, the contrived MTV hosts trying to appeal to young viewers. Like the real Canadian I am, I was worried that the athletes felt too much pressure to succeed. But from whom? Not actual Canadians. The media acting as a chatty Cathy mouthpiece for Canadians. Lovelies! The average Canadian wanted you to have fun and soak in a great moment. We know you’ve worked your whole life for this, have fun and try hard. Fun first. You’ve worked so hard that fun should mean good things.
But we did the right thing without the waffles. We really enjoyed ourselves. We feel better about ourselves (needed). We were inspired and celebrated their tireless hard work. We made Americans jealous with vibrant hand warming garments. We won more golds than any other country. We were able to laugh at ourselves too very easily. We were able to show the world our awful and popular pop groups. We just need to explain how Neil Young went before Simple Plan. And Hedley. And Theory of a Nickel Creed. But I know I’m not alone.
Way to go, Van. You’re still tirelessly cool. Maybe more family cool than Williamsburg cool, but that’s most likely a good thing all in all. And you got your wish – Toronto is (still) very jealous.
Sure it’s Canadian Jeff Buckley/Radiohead, but this song is sweetballs. Brooding subtle backing cellos and a supertypical intro lead guitar part begins. Breathy yearning voices, simple melody, and then comes the bum kicking part – the creamy timing transitions between 4/4 and 3/4 throughout the song. It throws you at first, even slightly disorienting. But after three listens, once you catch the groove, it’s like lazily swinging on a long, green, Tarzanic vine. Tarzanic!
What gets me dizzy is mostly just the first verse – darkened piano quaternote chords, amazing vocal character, and the big tonal contrast in the drums. You hear the big low boom of the kick drum, perfect snare rolls, and a beautiful bright tambourine. That’s some jaaangle. Mr. Bojaaangles! When you get the widest spectrum of frequencies in a drum track, that spells BIG. What’s great about this drummer’s performance is his use of big but also in his rests. So much space between notes, it’s perfect. Then the chorus – to me I get a bit excited, because this chorus sounds like the boys, and I like that. Driving, understated, killer drum/bass part.
Patrick Watson is the shoegazing darling of the Canadian indie criticism circle. 2 Polaris nominations, one win, yet not a lot of household recognition. I’m personally OK with that. Of the two albums I’ve checked out, I can count the good tracks on half a hand. He can’t seem to get out of the breathy vibrato, the no-treble grand piano, and the mediocre melancholy. But he’s got this one.