Speaking of Aaron, he, Ed, David and I are getting together for a beer tomorrow night after work, the third in an ongoing series (though we surely miss Heather who was still here for the first one). If there’s anyone else in Montreal reading this, you’re welcome to join us at around 6pm at the Dieu du Ciel pub (literally ‘god of heaven’) on Laurier near Clark.
My friend MJ and I
, among others, have been jawing about Napster and mp3 in general for months, usually over beers at our local watering hole. MJ has put it together in a great story in Hour this week. Ironically, as I read the story I decided I had to listen to Neil Young’s Thrasher. So I grabbed it – took but a minute.
Last night was
the 15th anniversary party for the Montreal Mirror, the first of the 4 weeklies in Montreal. I crashed the party they had at a club called Le Swimming (not much of a feat), but I was disappointed that there weren’t any speeches or anything. They would have added life to the party, that’s for sure. A lot of people were there just to witness a faux-pas, for sure – but as it was, “nostalgic beer bash” was the operating principle. Oh well.
Two things happening
this weekend.
- I’m doing the bulk of my move. I’m doing the furniture and stuff with some friends next week, but this weekend I’m going to behave like a drone and shuttle all my books and the other contents of my apartment that can fit in my car over to the new place.
- The St-Laurent Street Festival is on. In my neighbourhood, this is a big highlight. We marvel and feel superior that, twice each summer, they close down the main North-South street for about 10 blocks. For 4 days straight. So people can have fun. Really, it’s just a bunch of the local businesses selling junk off folding tables, and every bar and resto sets up on the street. Very much fun, and very “Montreal”. Today I bought socks (the street sale is also known as the socks and underwear sale) and two classic CDs – the Jayhawks first and Sloan’s first, Smeared. A classic of Canadian east coast pop that somehow I’d lost along the way. Oh, and I had a beer with a couple friends I bumped into and an oyster and a shot with some other friends I met.
The corpo-rave
was fun. Mr Cynical was pretty blasé about the whole thing going in, but I was chatting with people I never chat with any more and drinking far too many free beers and generally enjoying the whole debauched scene. DJ Mouse was great and the whole thing was entirely anti-corpo. But not self-consciously so. My poor roommate, who’s a lawyer getting set to do her articles at the Federal Court of Appeals in Ottawa but working for us part time for the summer – she’s tainted now forever. She doesn’t want to work oustide the web/multimedia world any more.
