Oh T.O

All I do at school is eat, take my pants off, and sleep. I currently am hungry and sleepy. My pants are off but my Beasties Boys tshirt is on. See what I'm talking about? I got millions of new music to blog about soon. I am also checking my mail box soon. If you've yet to mail me a letter, this is your chance. I leave for the mail box in 15 minutes. My address is on my profile. Do it.


Did I already say that I forgot my toothbrush in Calgary? Cause i did and it is like, the biggest drama of my life.

Dear Calgary, I love you.

When traveling, I suggest everyone carry a Mandolin with them. That way you look awesome, people think you are a badass musician and random people ask you if you are playing any shows that night.

Got back to Toronto tonight, and it's still really fucking warm.

Today is Thursday. Which is almost Friday.

I have multiple guitar/madolin picks strewn across my lame ass room here in residence. Sometimes I get up from my desk after a good computer sess and walk to the kitchen to look at all the food I don't have and can't eat. A pick then falls off my fore arm where it got stuck while I was resting my arm on my desk in front of my computer. I laugh and neglect to pick it up because I am really lazy. This is basically how everyday of my life goes.

I listen to Frog Eyes as my days go by. So should you. If you want. (You should want to)

This is a heading from my Marketing text book. "Getting to know the automobile custom(h)er and influenc(h)er". Oh gender equality, you are a hoot.

The only reason I wear clothes is to keep my body contained.

I just saw Beirut. It was incredible. I talked to Owen Pallett before the show, he signed my poster then the concert started. Winter In Alaska and Colleen opened and they were both beautiful and amazing and inspiring. Then came fucking Beirut.

Beirut blew my mind. Music is THE BEST thing in the world. Nothing is better. They did two encores and got all of Danforth music hall to their feet and the majority of us on the stage. My heart exploded. My body almost exploded. Good thing I was wearing clothes. I was part of the official Choir, directed by the beautiful bass player. Oh yeah, Owen Pallett played with them for the encore. And sang for one song. This is how life should be, always.

Blankets, beds, and Beirut!

Yesterday I slept for the whole day. I was up for 2 hours to eat and talk about mountains with the glorious Ellorie Mcknight but then went back to bed till 8 pm. Granted, I was up till 5:30 the night before because of Nuite Blanche (which was sweet). I slept for three hours after my morning class today. I think I am chronically sleep deprived.

I am going to see Beirut tomorrow. I am thrilled. Concerts rule. I am still living off my Bloc Party high. And wearing my Bloc Party shirt. I must go find a piano ASAP.

For those concerned with my academic career - I just finished two classes worth of reading. Brap! Only 3 more to go. and review. and midterms. and a project. But still, better then I was an hour ago.

Oh! THAT art thing.

Tonight was Nuite Blanche in good old T Dot. It was good. Not as much art as I thought, but enough good times to make up for it. I thought I would be overwhelmed by art from every angle, but I wasn't. That is not to say that I didn't see lots. It's a good thing it is open till dawn otherwise you couldn't see everything. 7:03 pm till dawn is definitely not enough time to appreciate everything. My favorite show/piece was one of pictures of children crying. There is a scene in Closer when Natalie Portman says that art is a big lie. People take pictures of awful things but because it's art it is beautiful. The beauty however is all a lie. The truth behind the picture or painting is extreme pain and heart ache. This gallery was the most heartbreaking thing I have ever seen in my life, but nothing captivated me more tonight. Life is painful, but beautiful. Often at the same time.

Also, I felt and looked really good tonight.

More from Nuite Blanche (flickrflickrflickr).

I Saw Bloc Party. It was Beyond.

Dear self,

Remember that one time when you saw BLOC PARTY and it was FUCKING EPIC? Oh yeah! It was tonight! It was incredible. Remeber how your heart exploded then they played Positive Tension. And Uniform, and Helicopter and She's Hearing Voices and every single song ever (almost). Don't forget to tell everyone how your favorite part was when Kele RAN INTO THE CROWD with his microphone and everyone touched him. Those boys you met from Peterbourgh got a hug from him. That was awesome. Life is awesome. Toronto is beautiful and Bloc Party is amazing. As is life.

Love,
K Mudry