The Stoned Poet

 Je suis loin d'être un punk, un sauveur de planète, un anarchiste ou tout autre movement aux allures loufouques qui permettraient de sauver la planète. La seule rébellion que je mène est celle d'écrire pour ceux qui s'investissent au front. Ceux qui vont sur scène pour parler ou chanter par rapport aux problème qui nous menaces. Et c'est ce que j'ai été faire l'autre soir en allant voir Canette et Mycelium au Quai des Brumes le 22 Octobre en soirée.   J'ai connu Canette en les bookant un beau jour au B7 avec d'autres artistes. Mycelium, je ne conaissais point, mais j'avais beaucoup entendu parlé. Alors que j'arrive, la soirée commence, le folk sale se sent dans l'air. Partout, il y les folks, dressed in colors, revendiquant tout et rien, ne demandant qu'une chose, avoir du plaisir, de la bière ou un fromage volé de l'épicerie. Se soir, au quai, ils auront eu la bière, le plaisir et pour le fromage je ne suis pas sûr. Mais bon, revenn...

 I arrived at the venue around 7:00pm. My mind was well unaware of the upcoming side effects of a microdose of shrooms, recommended by a good doctor who'd told me it could fix my dance issues on the dancefloor.Should you ever happen to have lazy uncoordinated feets, I can now guarantee you that no drugs could fix such problems. I'm making sure everything is going according to plans, since I was organizing the night, the space on stage was very limited, thus I had to plan and reassure everything would work. Back in the 60's a lot of bands would've fought making sure they got their amps on stage, but luckily, in 2026 violence has been alienated and talking it out was the solution. An hour before the show starts, Matteo, singer and guitarist for Mildew, asks me if he can smash his guitar on stage. I look at him and respond, '' It's your show, you are the pilot, fuck whatever they say, fuck the rules, fuck everything, it's all about impressing the spectators...

  C'est une soirée chaude, une humeur dans l'aire qui nous colle un sourire. J'arrive, après treize milles nids-de-poules, des travaux et des ponts par-ci par-là. N'oublions pas, j'arrive de la Rive-sud de Montréal, et ce soir, je suis à Sainte-Thérèse pour voir un groupe nommé Picbois , qui ouvre pour Cordial . La soirée prend son envol aux alentours de 8h30, tout le peuple ce présente. Ce peuple, c'est les amis des amis. Des jeunes étudiants du Cégep Lionel-Groulx qui est tout près de ou se tient le spectacle. C'est aussi les habitués du Saint-Graal qui viennent, curieux de savoir quel surprise les attends sur stage. Je parle des habitués parce que le Saint-Graal, c'est pas juste un pub, c'est un lieu de rassemblement au tour de la musique. Il y a les lundis jazz, il y a des spectacles, et une population d'étudiants qui ne cessent de vouloir jouer. Le Saint-Graal est un point central d'exposition pour les musiciens qui gravitent dans le coi...

On the 24th of January, t'was a cold, minus thirty fucking degrees, outside weather. Luckily, no need for any speedball, downers or uppers or whatsoever creative cocktails or drugs to warm up. For the news came to my ears, Oddcharm were playing at Quai des Brumes alongside Rien D'alarmant . So I drove up to Quai des Brumes, arriving at 9h30 exactly, as the first band started. I bolt in, a guy in a Hawain dress welcomes me. I can't help but think, well he's unaware of the cold outside. Turns out, as I fix him a bit more, I realize it's Thomas the singer of Oddcharm. Having seen the band once, I now believe the dress is all about a stage play, something is brewing in the back of his mind. I get pass the stage, rumble is echoing on the scene but I dart towards the bar, I'm thirsty and I'm freezing, what better than a beer? Pause, is that what defines an alcoholic? To find every reason possible to have a beer? Maybe so, I don't know, I've been everythi...

Picture yourself on a rainy day, walking in the forest Apparition, the latest EP available everywhere Rain Dish, in person Rain dish, aged 21, lives in Netherlands, Rain dish knows what simplicity is. He's gritted his teeth against it, he's elaborated an album based on sole momentum and dedication to the inspiration that came as he was recording. It's rough on the edges for sure, one mic was used to capture the voice and instruments, but it bares with hard times, it comforts the soul looking for a sleezy rest. There's torment, people shipwrecked by love and soft moments where voice and guitar creep on lavish pop sounding songs to announce how the singer feels. The climate in Netherlands is often described as moody, almost depressive because it never shines too much neither gets very snowy, it's always in the middle, rainy and gloomy. This album echos along the forecast of Rain Dish's homeplace, encompassing nostalgia and nature. To put it simply, h...