The Stoned Poet

 It was a cold Friday night. Only option was to get in the car with friends and drive to Montreal. There, lay all hopes of finding twindling and fiddling to do. There'd be no beauties nor druggies outside with the cold weather, only option was to find a venue to scuffle in and drink and fade in the crown. That meant money would be needed, and I had all but money honestly. But nonetheless we went, drove, stopped at Atomic Cafe, gave a guitar back to a friend, bought a Pink Floyd Echoes 1965-2025 Magazine reviewing the band's entire career. I couldn't help but start reading it and sure it inspired more psyched lsd induced ideas to my brain. Possibilities seemed infinite. Thus, an idea came, I could try and bargain a ticket for the gang to go to a show. The show in question I wanted to see was, Sunday Riot Club, Street Panther and The Space Wizards @ L'Escogriffe. My friends Antoine and Jordan seemed unbothered of the uncome, but I was determined to get in, whatever the co...

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...

A quick chat with Joshua, singer of Booster Fawn and a close up on their new album Dreams Made of Snowflakes, the album Booster Fawn live at The Diving Bell Social Club, on the 31th October. An Outlaw Desires era Bob Dylan feel sticks to the licks of guitar coated in a soft reverb that grasp softly around the voice of Joshua Marc Séguin who emancipates his Velvet Underground Lou Reedesque persona. An album that is lean, clean and greener than what Velvet Underground have ever offered, and better than that, it has a direction from beginning to end compared to Dylan who had the feel but yet over the years left us perplexed about where to go with his lyrics and artistic direction.  In between growing up, relocating several times, going to school, Joshua Marc Séguin had the time to realize he wanted to become a musician. The idea came up at the age of 18, as he was heading out of his glorious teen years, having seen so many underground bands, hearing music along wild parties and meetin...