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adventure #18: the police

July 26, 2007 00:19 by george
the police tour
son of sting
sting and andy
the police in fine form

bruce and deborah bought me tickets to see the police way back in february, so that would make this the longest adventure that i’ve had in toronto (in 2007).  i’ve had tickets to see sting twice in edmonton and on both occasions, he or i was unable to attend and so that would make this the first chance i’ve had to see my most favouritest band of all time.

there’s something vaguely spiritual about coming face to face with an influence that has lasted the majority of your life – you can’t avoid but be caught up in the immediacy of those moments.

moment one:  fictionplane
arguably, one of the worst jobs in the world is opening band for a highly-anticipated, supremely-legendary band.  i mean, who would want to deal with the expectations of opening for madonna, or the rolling stones, or ... the police?  well, on july 23, the mixed-curse fell to the son of gordon sumner and frances tomelty and his edgy rock band fictionplane.  joseph has all of the rock pedigree that one could possibly ask for - son of pop-music legend, sting, wicked english accent, hot bass-playing chops, and a lofting tenor voice just like dad.   as i’ve said to my friends, imagine that the police sent a copy of themselves 25 years into the future after they released zenyatta mondatta, spent a few years studying everything in rock music that had happened since then, and then launched into a punk/rock revival… they were phe-NOM-enal!  

moment two: the opening
one of my favourite police songs is “message in a bottle” and the police opened their set with this hit.  sting does it best as a mournful acoustic solo, but the police turn it into a rollicking rocking punch-you-in-the-throat moment to kick their concert off in high gear.  the rest of the playlist is presented below (ripped off from an earlier show… i think it’s more or less accurate), although the simple arrangement of tunes falls far short of the impact of hearing your rock and roll idols performing it personally for you and 20,000 other of your closest police-idolizing fans

  1. Message in a Bottle
  2. Synchronicity II
  3. Spirits in the Material World
  4. Voices In My Head - When the World is running down
  5. Don't stand so close to me
  6. Driven to tears
  7. Walking on the Moon
  8. Truth hits everybody
  9. Every little thing she does is Magic
  10. Wrapped around your Finger
  11. The bed's too big without you
  12. Dee doo doo doo, dee da da da
  13. Invisible Sun
  14. Can't stand losing you
  15. Roxanne
  16. King of Pain
  17. So lonely
  18. Every breath you take
  19. Next to you

moment three: police hit mash-up
one of the things i’ve always admired about sting and the police is that they know how to be cleverly self-referential.  they’ve always included a line from a previous album in each subsequent album, and it’s always been like finding a musical easter egg for their loyal fans.  the police mashed up “voices in my head” and “when the world is running down” to fantastic effect.  it’s a testament to the brilliance of these songs that their themes and their melodies can so tightly intertwine to be recombined at will.

moment four:  realizing that the biggest hits don’t make the biggest impact
the synchronicity hits: king of pain, every breath you take, wrapped around your finger… these are all great songs, but nothing could improve upon the performances recorded on those albums.  it was a realization that the 80s are over to see the policiers wringing the last bit of life out of these hits.  it pains me somewhat to think that these musical artifacts will never be done better than they were at the peak of the police’s popularity.  but the fact remains that songs like “every little thing she does is magic” and “can’t stand losing you” play so much better live than the mega hits.  but at least i got to see them all and revel in the moments, even if they weren't hot enough to sing along.

the police are coming around again in november, and it’s going to be a tough decision whether i should go home to visit my parents or spend the same money to see the police again.

- g

song of the day for considering the police: masoko tango, the police (no link available)


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loyalty, fidelity, adultery

July 19, 2007 23:43 by george

it’s been a while since i’ve written about anything that was really important to me personally, so this seems like as good a time as any to indulge my old introspective instincts.

recently, a very old and dear acquaintance had the opportunity to remark to me “I think you are wonderful person and a dear friend...but I would never expect you to be a faithful partner.”  these words struck me like a boeing 777 hurtling towards metopolis baseball park.  it’s not so much that i was concerned about how she saw me, but that she was able to cite reasons to support her expectation.

i’ve always been a loyal and faithful partner… from a certain point of view.  it occurs to be that there is a very arbitrary relativism about what constitutes true loyalty.  loyalty is a blind commitment to a person or thing that denies or overcomes judgments about that person or thing that would detract from that commitment.  it’s what drives religious zealots to go to war with complete strangers who have never done them harm because they are “other”.  it’s what makes loyalists and patriots go to war with complete strangers because heads of state deem that it is the right thing to do.  it’s what makes abused woman stay with abusive husbands because they feel trapped, or love, or some toxic combination of the two.  it’s what keeps me from having my head turned by any of the other lovely alternatives to a present relationship that might happen past - when i’m in a relationship.

so what happens when my head is turned by some lovely alternative while i am in a relationship?  this has happened, as i am sure it happens to many people.  even homer simpson had his moment of distraction when he went off to that convention and came close to cheating on marge.  distraction and temptation are part of the trials of any relationship, and it seems to me the true test of the relationship is whether one succumbs to temptation and desire and kisses/rubs/copulates/shares most intimate thoughts and expressions with that object of desire.   on that, admittedly arbitrary, standard, my conscience is quite clear.

i have friends who think that even that conventionally low standard is anachronistic.  loyalty is for “breeders” who need to provide a stable home environment and model for their offspring.  everyone else is pretty much free to do what they will, and if any relationship that they are in cannot cope with the reality of temptation and distraction, then the relationship lacks a fidelity between the partners, and the relationship is flawed = doomed.

these kinds of thoughts have been bandied about from the beginning of time, and i have no pearls of wisdom to loft above the clouds of differing opinion to revel in the opalescent light of absolute truth.  but surely in this day of youporn.com, online dating, internet chat rooms/social networking sites, and hedonism at a fevered pitch not seen since the time of ancient rome, it’s hard to draw a line in the sand and say this is where the standard is.  so very hard.

i’ve been struggling intensely with this notion of relationship relativism, standards and perspectives in how one conducts oneself and how one evaluates their own code of conduct for a couple of days now, and it pains me to leave it behind with so many questions left open like this.  fortunately for me, i’m not in a relationship right now, and i’m free to indulge in these ruminations.  but i should probably figure these things out before i put myself out on the market again.  it would be best for everyone, i think.

have a great weekend, internet.  i’m gonna be at the police reunion tour on sunday!!

- g

song of the day for philosophizing about loyalty: one thing (leads to another) – the fixx

 


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lessons learned on friday 13th

July 14, 2007 14:20 by george
hans and his new favourite toy1.toilet paper:  there’s a sort of wicked parallel-universe side to the commercial with the tiny fluffy kittens playing on softy waves of pillowy-soft toilet paper.  my cat, hans certainly noticed the difference when i bought the luxurious three-ply toilet paper this month (on sale) rather than boring two-ply kind from costco.  not such a brilliant savings, as it turned out.
eggs from space2.hardboiled eggs: apparently, if you hard-boil an egg, and then freeze it solid, and then thaw it out again, you can create your own meterorite-egg.  however, the conformation of its proteins are so radically altered by the process, you end up eating something like a racquetball.  don’t try this at home.
ultra hotness3.don’t lose that number: if you are going to go out with co-workers to ultra, you should avoid doing the shots.  i’m sure that i’m still not ready for dating, but if you meet hotness like this and she ends up giving you a kiss, having that last shot may make the difference between remembering to get a phone number and not.  so if you are this person in the photo, please email me as i have something for you.
the long journey home...on the floor?4.get off the train: if you ignored point 3 above about the shots, and you end up alone on the subway at 1:39am, you should probably try and keep your wits about you when the train approaches your home station.  if not, you may be on the train for a lot longer than you’d like, and miss your stop. and miss your stop a second time.  also, taking pictures of empty subway trains from low angles may precipitate falling out of your seat.

- g

ps. song of the day THE SONG for getting retardedly smashed, but having a bona-fide, rock-star good time: the devil inside, inxs

 


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adventure #17 - the toronto cottage commute

July 9, 2007 21:54 by george
the long-weekend exodus
looking sharp in the shades
harrowing 0km/h
torrential rains
the beautiful cabin
the beautiful outhouse
the beautiful moon
the beautiful lake
the beautiful dock and boat


summer affords torontonians a rare and exclusive privilege and that is to partake in a mass exodus from the metropolis to head out in droves to the wilds of nature in what i like to call the cottage commute. every long weekend, literally millions of automobiles clog the 16-lanes or so of highways leading out of the city to... well, every possible direction away from oven-hot concrete and towards lake-side cottages, cabins, camps and other assorted get-aways.

the experience is singular, and for a lad from a much smaller city, provides many unique frustrations. i set out to my friends' cabin on the saturday to avoid the panicked traffic of the main exodus that occurs throughout friday afternoon to evening. things were looking pretty good while i was still within toronto's city limits. i was making good time along one of the main highways, the 401, heading east towards the kawarthas. however, even departing after noon on saturday, construction outside of ajax (which i couldn't actually see, but there were signs to indicate its presence) brought the traffic to a stand stil... i've provided a lovely shot of the highway as seen travelling at a maddening 0km/h as evidence.

there's a certain pathos associated with this lethargic exit traffic - the shared experience of 100,000 automobiles creeping along a major highway in the middle of the afternoon - it builds the requisite anticipation of escape and relaxation without which, it might be hard to really appreciate having three days off from work in a row. nah - try as i may to romanticize it, when it takes half an hour to travel 4 km, and you happen to be able to get out of your car and run 6km in the same amount of time, it's nothing but bloody aggravating. it's amazing to me that there aren't more incidents of road rage in toronto than there are.

and of course, what long weekend would be complete without its share of shitty weather! the further from lake ontario i travelled the more unstable the weather got until i hit peterborough and the skies opened and let me have it with a torrential downpouring that i was terrified would last all weekend. in the end, i drove through the storm, but unfortunately, much of the weekend would see this spotty, cloudy cool weather.

finally, i arrived at lake anstruther, about three and a half hours after i left toronto (it's 200km away - it should have taken half that time to get there), and i called up my friends to come and fetch me across the lake. my friends have one of the nicest cabins that i've ever seen, easily capable of sleeping eight adults and with every amenity from a waffle iron to wireless internet over cellular and bluetooth. the star of the weekend was the outhouse though. i've never... ever... seen a ventilated outhouse, with electricity, classical music playing on a ghetto blaster, and some sort of makeshift plastic urinal (not hygienic enough for everyday use, but if you don't try to use it to serve lunch later on, it seems to serve its purpose).

as i mentioned the weather was not really warm enough or sunny enough for us to make good use of the lake on saturday or sunday, so much of the weekend was spent preparing the most extravagant meals that i wouldn't even bother preparing at home. the other key ingredient to enjoying your time away from civilization is the consumption of ridiculous quantities of alcohol. for myself i brought a dozen beers and a bunch of strongbow ciders, and even that wasn't enough for the weekend. i was resigned however to avoid my signature drink for the long weekend, in the hopes of having some recollection of my time there at the lake!

saturday night, the star of the show was the moon. this photo that i took with my little canon elph can't possibly convey the glory or the enormity of the moon seen far from city lights. it's been about a year since i've been so far from so much civilization, and it struck me as an incredible shame that it's such a rare sight for so many people. i was certainly thankful for the chance to see it all this way.

monday, the sun came out and the weather warmed enough for us to sunbathe and swim in the lake! the lake was gorgeous, quiet and serene and we lazed around the entire afternoon soaking up the worry-free, stress-busting relaxation.

i feel like i've had a pretty stressful year in the last 12 months or so, and these opportunities to just unplug and shut down have been too few and far between. hell, even my fun times have been hyper and energy-consuming. my favourite pastime is to run as far as i can until i'm exhausted! it seems i'm constantly learning that there's value in slowing down, taking it easy, and spending great times with great friends.

- g

ps. the drive home took about 2 hours, and i got to drive an average of 130km/h the whole way. that's what's finally great about a 400-series highway!

 

adventure cost:
one tank of gas (in the past two months): $41.35
weekend groceries: $52.46
weekend liquor bill: $44.40
two nights parking at the marina + one oh henry ice cream bar: $10.50
three days of unparalleled relaxation and serentiy: priceless


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bad boy george

July 5, 2007 22:24 by george

so i've decided that it is once again time to re-vamp my look to bring myself more in line with my new "bad boy" persona... i can't do anything so tragic and permanent as getting body modifications or piercings or even a tattoo, so that pretty much leaves clothes and facial hair. being half-japanese limits my facial hair options somewhat, but a couple of weeks ago, i gave a try at growing something approximating a beard. i couldn't deal with it due to itchiness, but i couldn't decide what to trim it down to either, so i just shaved it off. this decisiion did however afford me an opportunity to take a reasonably radical before and after photo... and so, from the producers of "professor pechtol's fantabulous wardrobulator", i present the "choose george's new face" quiz!

please click on a face that you think is most "bad-boy" look for george:

no beard
no beard
no beard
no beard
no beard
no beard
no beard
the "depp"
"v for vendetta"
goatee
the "wolverine"
shaggy beard
who are you (optional)

- g 

p.s. i've been a little preoccupied for the past few weeks - regular blogging frequency will resume next week.
pps. i like these songs of the day... (tongue-in-cheek) song of the day for re-inventing your bad-boy self: this charming man, the smiths
ppps. are you a bad boy? check this out!


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