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Blogggggg, is it weird that I miss you?
I’ve been so incredibly busy here in Austin that I’ve barely had time to text message my own motha, let alone write something substantial that I can be proud of — and y’all know I only post things to my blog that I can be proud of…
My goal of making a video for every day of SXSW was valiantly obliterated on day 3 of this trip, when I finally healed up enough to dive into the swing of things.
— Lauren O’Nizzle (@laurenonizzle) March 14, 2012
To paraphrase Jesse Spanno, “THERE’S NO TIME! NO TIME, ZACH! NO TIME! Wahhhhhhhhhhhh”
Sure, I could probably have spent more time writing and editing videos during this trip, but hey – I’m on VACATION.
Truly, I am.
I’ve got hours of video footage from SXSW on my camera and will definitely do something with it when I return home, but it’s been nice over the past week to just kind of take it all in.
Video: @RichAucoin at #SXSW. It just hit me now that he does the @Picnicface theme song.
Mar 14, 2012 | Source: Keek.com
The music portion of SXSW has been intensely fun — and I’m not just using that adjective because it sounds nice.
Imagine taking an entire year’s worth of concerts / smiles from cute boys and compressing it down into one hour. Multiply that by 24, every day. Intense.
The interactive conference, however, is where the heart of this trip lies.
I hit so many educational / career-related panels, but a lot of random eye opening sessions too.
I was actually pretty blown away by some of the cool / funny / freaky things I saw. Creeped out, too.
Bina48 the robot panelist on dreaming. #sxsw #ai
Mar 12, 2012 | Source: Keek.com
When I get home, I’m going to break down my favourite bands and sessions – Misuse the Internet and Make People Love You will be up there as far as panels go — and as for bands, sheet… I really have to think about that. There were so many great ones.
My street style shots (yeah, I did that) and “what I wore” roundups are also on the way. I’m actually looking forward to writing those ones.
I snapped BOKILLIONS of fly young folks and even had my photo taken a few times back!
More on that later though…. I’ve got a 26 hour drive popping off in 2 hours and should probably sleep a bit ehhhhhh?
Happy Pi Day
Last year around this time, merely a few months into my fancy new life as somebody who doesn’t have to photocopy textbooks from her university’s library so that she can spend her OSAP on designer boots, I discovered the world of Gifting Lounges (swag suites, present lairs, Christmas-come-early — call it what you will)…
You can read the rest of that post here.
Moving onto things that AREN’T related to the TIFF (because I am simply sick to death of that film festival right now), The Polaris Prize was awarded last night to none other than Arcade Fire! Maybe you’ve heard of them?
I was psyched to hit last night’s gala at The Masonic Temple. All of the sets performed by short list nominees were great (obvs – they were nominated for a reason) but a few, like Galaxie‘s and Timber Timbre‘s stood out to me.
Austra actually blew me away. The driving beat in this song played LIVE in a venue with acoustics like that had me right entranced, Hamm jammin‘ at the back of that auditorium like a bass-eating zombie.
It’s important for my memory to note that they were serving Pierogies at the Polaris Prize
Life. She is good, my friends.
Thought of the day: Why is it considered cruel to laugh at the misfortunes of others? When I suffer from misfortunes (and this is often, I assure you) it makes me feel better to know that at least somebody is getting pleasure out of the situation. Lulz, you know?
That is all. Early morning ahead. Bon nuit!
Oh I shall, LGFW. I shall work it something FURRCE!
Oui, C’est vrai mon amis! I’m covering LG Fashion Week again – this time, for CosmoTV! But you already knew that… didn’t you? You read my blog every single minute of every day, right? Okay, good. That’s what I thought.
This will be my second ever Toronto fashion week. The journey starts tomorrow with Pink Tartan, and where it stops nobody knows…
Okay, that’s a lie. We all know exactly where it stops (On Friday).
Where it started, however, is a little less clear-cut thanks to the flurry of off network shows that took place this year during what has been dubbed by somebody, somewhere, as “rogue fashion week“.
You know, that short stretch of time before ze OFFICIAL LG Fashion Week kicks off when a handful of notable designers (Greta Constantine and Philip Sparks are regulars) show at a venue of their choosing?
A lot of times, these shows are invite only – which only makes them that much more fun… if you’re cool enough to be invited
I am not cool enough (obviously) but I have a fun job and a big camera so nyah.
I wrote about the shows I’ve hit so far on my CosmoTV blog this week, along with the Junoliciousness that was this weekend past. I didn’t go to the Junos (decent tix were like, a jillionty bucks!) but I did cover a few related parties. These guys were nominated for “new group of the year” and also, are French boys. In bow ties.
What I failed to mention about the weekend in that post was that I was without my car for much of it.
You see, I happened to park on private property, unbeknownst to me, near the site of the Greta & Ezra Constantine show on Friday. This did not end well.
I can haz my car back, please?
You can save your advice – the car’s back in my warm, dirty curb-side bosom now – but please know that I did call the police (twice – nothing they could do), searched desperately for a number for the shop’s owner, spoke with adjoining businesses and looked up prices on bolt cutters.
If the sitch taught me anything, it’s that a lot of my followers on Twitter have no qualms about breaking into lots. On principle, I wanted to rip the fence right up – but the police man said I’d get into trouble for that and I don’t want no trouble, sir.
Not in a superblogolicious mood right now, sorry.
I wish I were because there’s soooo ding much to write about, but I am le tired of writing so I crunched some videos instead. Meet our gay dinosaur mascot. We found him chilling in the closet at the loft – just sitting there all by his lonesome, not so much as a dust bunny in sight. Kind of spooky.
We named him Blogosaur.
He’s still in my purse. Is it weird that this is the second plastic dinosaur I’ve found this year, dubbed “mascot”, and carried around for a length of time? I’m pretty sure they’re both from the dollar store too.
My J-School cronies will know what I’m talking about. I still have that purple diplodocus in my room from that little science fair at NCB. What did we call him again… Anybody?
Last night, I drove from my place in Toronto to my parents’ house (my REAL home) 3.5 hours down the highway when I learned that my new computer had arrived in the mail because I seriously couldn’t wait to touch it. Also, because my apartment looks like a storage unit right now (in the process of one roomate moving out, one roomate moving in – clusterfrickland) and it’s getting really hard to breathe in there. Bad energy. Ew.
I’ve been working all day. Work work working like a busy little bee. Remotely, though – from a farm town you’ve probably never heard of in Southwestern Ontario.
Look! Above this sentence! I met Public Enemy on Saturday before they performed at Wakestock, and that was awesome. A lot of cool people have graced me with their famousness over the past couple of months, but nothing can top shaking the hand of Mr. Drayton. I don’t even want to type his stage name because I hate the way that word looks without a ‘u’ in it.
Now here are some of dose derr videos I told you aboot from my Youtube channel. You should subscribe or something, if you’re into that. I’m starting to be.
Wait. No. I was going to put a slaggy lady here for comedic effect, but I’ve changed my ways.
This morning, I went out for breakfast with the Blondetourage and drank lots and lots of coffee out of a sweet little cup.
I did not steal this cup.
I did not steal this cup.
I did not steal this cup.
Batman doesn’t steal restaurant china. Only hearts.
Post-caffeination, I met up with my friend Superman in the children’s clothing section at a Zellers in Collingwood.
Little did I know that I’d meet a FRICKIN’ SHARK backstage.
I ate his gummy FACE OFF and it was DELICIOUS. Ha.
Batman = 1. Gummy Shark = 0.
Then I met a cute dog and took a picture with it – obvs.
I saw lots of great dogs, actually… and a snail too. WITH A SHELL.
But I’ll write more about that a different day.
Batman’s got to be at work for 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning – chilling at the Daily Planet with my boy Clark.
You know how I roll.
Come on – you deserve at least one (if not 12) ridiculous party weekend(s) this summer. It’s SUMMERTIME, you know?
My first Wakestock adventure was in 2008. It was on the island and, thanks to some tropical style rain/sun/rain/sun weather, it was a hot muddy mess. A hot muddy mess filled with hot muddy crowds of beer-drinking fun havers, bikini contests and free swag at every turn (I lived off of energy drinks, chocolate milk and gum that weekend. Did I mention that METRIC and RZA and DRAGONETTE performed along with like, 19 other sick bands – ’cause that’s definitely blogworthy.
The little great-lakes community I lived in before moving to the big city pretty much lives for the summertime. It’s no more than a 30 minute drive in almost any direction before you hit a big blue body of water, and lohdy knows do we take advantage of that!
I was hanging around with a lot of wakeboarder kids during the summer of 2008, and not wanting to be mistaken for some token blonde boat candy I jumped at the chance to support my homies who were competing that year.
I wish I could say I stood there the whole time cheering them on as they tore it up against some of the best wake athletes in the world like a good friend (yeah, I said THE WORLD – this event is hugetime, dig?), but I got a wee bit distracted by all of the awesome going on around the island.
As much as I love to watch wakeboarding (and I do), skateboarding will win me over every time. Not to brag but I could probably kick Tony Hawk’s ass playing Pro Skater on my N64 before I was old enough to date – not that anybody would have dated my nerdy eh-ess-ess at the time…
Wakestock =|= wakeboarding. Like, there’s a lot of wakeboarding (+ cute shirtless wakeboarder boys) going on, but there are so many other fabulous things going on during said superfest : concerts, parties, demonstrations, free shite, good peeps… all the things I was talking about before. “Boarding, Bands and Bikinis“, if you will.
Speaking of bands, PUBLIC ENEMY is going to be headlining this year. Are you effing kidding me? When I read that I actually said “OH MY GOD!” out loud. The chick in the stall next to me was probably like “wtf?” but I didn’t care. Whoever booked that, madddd kudos. Chuck D is someone I’ve looked up to for a long time.
(image courtesy of casiestewart.com)
We’ll be around doing our bloggity/party/bloggityparty thing and as one of my bffs YOU get to come with us on the cheap ( if you read my blog, I totally consider you one of my BFFs. Life’s more fun that way.)
Hurr’s the deal – get your discounted Wakestock tix by entering the promo code (PARTYGIRL) in the “Social Ticket Offer” part of the order form and BAM – 3 days of awesome for only fiddy-fie bones. Well worth the scrilla, imho… just think of how pimp your facebook album will be – how jealous those mean betches from highschool will be when they see you surrounded by sun-kissed hotties crowd surfing while Flava Flav does hilarious things on stage…
Just DO IT. I’ll even buy a beer if you tweet me your co-ordinates in Collingwood.
My hands are sooo sticky right now because I just ate night-breakfast and my orange was supahjoosy. I’m going to wash them before I continue.
I really dig watching sick bands play. Who doesn’t? But watching SIX sick bands play in one night, and getting to hang out with all of them in the dressing room and junk? I dig that all the way to China, son!
Big red head. heehee.
I’m not going to give you a play-by-play of the night with all of the juicy backstage deets and hilarious secret happenings or anything like that, because a) Well, that’s what I’m doing for the Much blog and b) I’ve been writing at my internship all day and I AM LE TIRED.
So here are some photos of me with cute boys instead. Everybody likes cute boy photos, right? Hooray Hooray!
These guys reminded me of Swedish kids, so I liked chilling with them a lot.
And this guy‘s shoes were like, blowing my mind.
This guy is FAMOUSISH but has some sweet ink so that’s okay.
And this guy is just downright hawwwt with 3 ws. Very nice, how much?
These guys were all like “yo! we’re GWEEDS!” and I was like “what’s a gweed?” and they were like “Guidos! DUH.” They were just precious as pie – such characters! One of my favourite bands of the night, for sure.
And theeeeese guys were like “HEY! Aren’t you LAUREN O’NIZZLE? From THE INTERNET?” and I was like “yeah, no big deal…” and they practically BEGGED me to snap a pic with them so I did…
And this guy was straight hilar. Rarely do I find a person who can not only appreciate, but reciprocate my sick sense of humour Also, he is cyooooote. Obvs.
This guy had a righteous ponytail, so I had to take a picture of it.
And these guys just plain rule at life.
Anyways, it’s been a busy day. MY WORD! SUCH A BUSY DAY! I just remembered!
Big things are poppin’, my friends… if I can briefly allude to something very big that’s soon to be taking over my life (JANUARY 25th, to be exact) – let me just say that this may shape up to be the best summer ever EEEEEEEEEE!
PS -> Chelsea Handler on Leno = so good. Like a blonde Kathy Griffin, she is! Hilar!