The Stoned Poet

''Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you've enjoyed your night up till now, I now ask you to scream as I welcome Bad Objection on stage!'' It was a night of restlessness. I'd been partying for so long, I couldn't even remember what it felt like to be sober. The sun had dried my neurons, the weed had enhanced my hearing and sight. Basically I felt I was living in a moonage daydream. I hung with Chad during the day and by six o'clock, we arrived at Trashcan . Monoliths of emptiness guarded the place, you can feel needles crawl under your arms, hear the skateboarders skate upon the diy ramps. Many used to be waiting for their man here, some still do, but overall, the place has calmed down. Rookies who start going to Trashcan now a days, missed the good old days where the old bartender would inject LSD in the water to get everyone high, gone are the days of weird allegations of sexual harassement, or people being invited to sleep upstairs waking up the next day r...

  Fresh Wax , Dying Of Thirst , Death By Knife and Druidess all contributed in the madness that happened on June 21rst near Van Horne Skatepark. The whole thing was set up to support Druidess' release titled The Product Of My Love. An album I'll dig deeper into along the article! They played sets, each raising the bar for the next, picking at each other seeing if the next one in line could top the act. Yet it was no Hendrix setting guitars on fire at Monterey, no Who smashing guitars on stage blowing drum kits or any Slayer show with a fire burning in the middle of the crowd. But I must say, we got close to it, having a guy blowing heeps out of a I don't know what kind of looking bong. Look at the picture on the left and you'll understand. The show was a sight to see, Bourdain would call it kitchen fueling material if he'd been there. I came to see Death By Knife and Druidess, and as I arrived, Death By Knife were starting to play. Now I must say, their songs were...

 I'd dragged my feets up to Lachine district under the red hot sun listening to high class proper muppet jazz and gizzmo sucked out of mans to be, all billed under a festival call La Dame Festive. Friends and I filled our ears and tummies along the canal with delicacies overpriced and spent the end of the afternoon playing haki-sac. By the time six o'clock came by, I was in a metro falling asleep as the lights and sounds sped around me in all directions, the destination was a show at Barfly publicized by vicious kids who've got nothing more to do than grind their feets and teeths on cheap knicks and good music. The bands featured on this bill were the Snatchers, Gitni and the one and only Sigil Grove. Upon arrival after fighting through endless dreams during my metro rides, I skated to the venue and felt a surge of energy as wind and the citie's vices fluded my tired neurons. Upon arrival, I met freaks from  Evergreen ,  Bad Objection ,  Steeple , crossed with The Sn...

  *Through the echoes, circling me, pitch black around, my breath intensifies, voices keep screeching, I can't understand surely what is said but I can distinguish Bad Objection, 4th Of May and a mention of a free show.* I wake up as an eerie scream swims out of my throat. Oh geez, I'm back in Montreal. It's been two weeks I'd been on a boat, away from all lunatics and the vices emancipating from the city's conducts. I get up, and I'm immediatly tipped off. My body's moving from side to side, all around me, the ground, the walls, the flowers, nothing moves. Every object seems to accept their state, where as on a boat, the sea caresses you and keeps reminding the boat's crew that nowhere is safe, no anchor may allow to settle for good, and every furniture as and inch away from being seasick. I open up my cellphone and upon arriving on Instagram I stumble upon a show, May 4th, besides Van Horne Skatepark, Free, All Ages! Conflit Majeur , Bad Objection , an...

 March 23rd, there's a show at Barfly on St-Laurent at the height of the Schwartz Deli a popular franchise that attracts tourists and meat lovers every day. On that famous night, Bad Objection fronted by Ricardo Ranaldi, was long awaited because every other member had left the band and so everyone was left wondering who would be filling in the shoes of such a trailblazing legacy. On that night, bands such as World Of Blue and Gitni were also to scheduled to be playing, two bands I'd personally never seen.  Now it's quite particular since I came to the venue to also celebrate my birthday that was the next day  on the 24th so I kind of arrived late and missed World of Blue and almost missed Gitni. But I did get to catch Gitni for their last two songs and what I caught was four boys who enslaved the crowd to their catchy grooves and by the time I came in, everyone wanted more from the band. They'd entwined every mind to their very will and now every one was doing what the ...

Steeple, Scarlet Wives and Blackmagic at La Marche À Côté From left to right : Blackmagic and Steeple    As I walked silently reminiscing my problems, I happened to stop to light myself a cigarette and I percieved in the distance a friend of mine going to tonights show. I screamed hectically and we then joked around and we threaded down to La Marche À Côté. Arriving, I meet the guys from Bad Objection, Evergreens and then proceeded to wish good luck to Blackmagic's trio. Tonight, the bill is promising, Steeple, a young band who can stand their ground, Scarlet Wives, relentless punks who never miss the opportunity to set the night on fire and finally Blackmagic, a band who know just how good they are and aren't afraid to show it. A couple of drinks and cigarettes in, there's a hecticness that settles among the walls of the venue. Rumours are, the sound of the only microphone plugged in does not work well. The show is suppose to start at 10 and now 10:15 is past and beers an...