The Stoned Poet

Sunday, Funday it was on November the 16th! I went down to l'Escogriffe to see Cordial a French multi genre band that have swept everybody's feet at every venue they played. Tonight, the opening band was Oddcharm , this followed Cordial and finally, Lezart played. I came, smoke, breezed and freezes my ass off. No intake of insane amounts of alcohol would be seen from my part tonight, but as the cold bit through my limbs, I was forced to admit I desperately wanted to warm my bones. So in we got, Fanny the picture taker was there, Cordial had arrived, Oddcharm were there patiently waiting and Lezart were roaming, unseen and seeking warmth, praying on us, waiting for the right time to strike. At the door, I great the sax player of Lezart and we exchange a joke about having a line of coke in exchange of paying the ticket for the show, which I think is very inviting for the spectators yet I do reckon that now a days, everyone is broke and drugs aren't cool anymore. I go sit do...

Wednesday the 5th of November. It's cold, one of the first nights where I felt the cold biting my bones and frail limbs. Antoine, my good old drunken friend and I form a duo à la Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassidy, we love to have a good time filled to the brim with the finest of poisons, alcool. Tonight, we wanted to go out and simply have a reasonable amount of beers. No scuffing nor pushing nor shouting or rambling. We would be good boys, civilized. As we walked around Saint-Laurent, hoping we could go see Jazz at Barbossa, we are greated with a closed venue. God Fucking Damnit screams Antoine, I retort, Oh let's keep calm, we haven't even drinked yet, no need to get all riled up. Let's go grab a bite at Slice and Soda and then we can head towards l'Escogriffe and le Quai des Brumes to see what's up. Inside the pizza shop, the man tell's us he's closing so he deals us a deal and we are outted with two jumbo slices for 7$! Antoine tells me, "Wow it rea...

On February 17th, a show went on at Piranha Bar. This is how great of a night it was,witnessing  such bands conquer the souls and bodies of countless teens hungry for rythm and action. It all started back at eight fifteen. I saw the flyer announcing Lucy's Delirium, Ski Club a band from Boston and Rufus Cesspool playing at Piranha Bar. I though I'd heard a couple names already especially Lucy's Delirium. But musically I had no recollection of having heard anything from any band. So here I am, tired and drained from the night before, putting on my jacket as I ready myself to assault Canada's cold nights. As I walk out, I realize the air is stiff, the streets are shivering with empitness, everyone seems to prefer the warmth inside restaurants, bar or at home with their kins watching their favorite TV shows. On my behalf, a friend might come tonight but things are unsure. As I gait my way down Crescent Street, I realize what a lumpy allure streets can have when all they...