The Stoned Poet

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...

  October 2nd, I wanted to go see le P'tit Belliveau at Quai des Brumes . Of course, it was sold out. So I was about to dip. But, But But, my friend Charlotte insisted we stay to watch live music. So what stands besides Quai des Brumes other than the mytical Escogriffe !   Going inside, we are greeted with a 20$ or PWYC, so we get our money out and reluctantly or rather unsurely we give it to the door gal and in we are. On stage, a girl with long curly black hair is swaying left to right with her grey guild motherfucking cool looking guitar. She sings out words, plays her guitar and enchants anyone who locks regards with her while the bassist dressed with an oversized green slick shirt is, well let's put it this way, making love to his bass as he chants out the groove. The drummer in the back is controlled, tamed yet gashed with a wildness that is subtle yet thrilling. The guitarist seemed straight out of sitcom was a melody virtuoso. He definitely knew a thing or two abo...

  Shows and more shows. More bands, more music, but does this necessarely mean more entertainement? Depends which band and fan you ask. Matteo the singer of Mildew. Saturday night 9th August, I went to Escogriffe to see Serial Milk , Mildew and Baboune . The first band to play was Serial Milk, an esthetic band I'd say, then came Mildew, the holy knights of grunge and finally Baboune, wizards crafting a music never heard before, blending influences from heavy metal, hardcore, grunge and even a bit of pop rythms slipped to my ears. But before the show started, before I ever got there, before I even left, lots and lots happened.  I woke from a bender, another night partying, another night spent in the gaze of so many kids aged about twenty who could either idealize you or despise you. But now it was saturday, I could forget about all those weird and funny faces I'd seen the night before. But the headache wasn't forgotten.I gulped cheese, I read somehwere it helps break down ...

   On est vendredi, Alice la chanteuse de Alice Bro Trio cherche un lift pour se rendre à Saint-Jacque de Leeds, plus précisément au Griendel , une microbrasserie qui se spécialise dans les évènements de Folk Sale. Je me propose et ainsi me voilà dans une aventure aux allures farfelues et rocambolesques.      Premièrement qu'est ce que le folk sale, c'est du folk accompagné d'un odeur de botch, loin du folk polie de Dylan. C'est un folk qui nous ramène à la réalité, qui nous dépeint la vie telle quelle de façon stoïque avec une touche d’empathie bien sûr mais tout en étant ferme sur les faits et la dureté parfois ou l’incohérence de la vie. Un folk écopant des injustices sociales, des enfants qui n'ont connu que miséricorde et désenchantement ainsi que les adultes qui ont vieilli sous le regard désabusé de la réalité. Le folk d'Alice Bro Trio, c'est un folk qui bouge, qui nous trimballe un peu partout, qui nous ramène au racine de la vie, la vie est un carr...

  Carpet Burn Review by 20MinutesTillSunrise What luck it came out a day before due! A ride through memories of Twenty One Pilots and Red Hot Chili Pepper, while trying to stop the motion my feet were imprisoned in. It's groovy, simple yet catchy, fidèle to their good vibes. A laid back feel with vocals in the background caressing the listeners ears. It almost feels as if I was right besides the guitarist as he recorded those clear sounding mellow concealed riffs. A solo a la John Frusciante not too long, not too hard yet questioning the direction they'll take as they glide in the bridge to end up hooking us back with their splendid chorus. In the end, the button on-repeat was pushed and not only was the carpet burning, but so were my feet. So if ever you feel down, bored out, disillusioned, or have a mourning heart, give yourself a treat and let your feet catch fire while listening to Luka and the virtuoso George going all out on Carpet Burn . Once that's done, like me,...