Here's a pic of my friend and former bandmate, Lederhosen Lucil, wowing the audiences with her Yamaha Portasound keyboard wizardry and her songs about boyfriends, food allergies and candy:



This was taken at the fomerly-fleabag-now-fabulous Drake Hotel on West Queen West last Saturday night, where I caught the show with my housemate Paul and friends Jeremy, Carla, Graig and special guest blogger Kristine. The occasion was CBC Radio 3's Connect the Dots tour, a showcase of indie art and indie rock and fairly indie settings across Canada.


In my opinion, Lederhosen Lucil put on the best performance of the night. As for the worst performance, I think most people in the audience would hand that award to the last act, The Unicorns, who took their half-decent tunes and mangled them by making the mistake that all too many high school rock bands make: drinking too much before the show. That, and being out of tune, even for a lo-fi band. They managed to get a couple of funny lines of banter in, but completely ruined it with their spazzy "we're in our parents' basement rec room rockin' out!" stage lack-of-presence.

To the Unicorns: I want those thirty minutes of my life back, you talentless turds on toast. You guys aren't even worthy of the witless slash fiction written about you. Taste my future generations, you poseurs.

Nick informed me the next day that he and his friend saw the drummer after the show vomiting effluently, to which I say "good". The taste of his vomit will be sweet ambrosia next to the effluent bile I will unleash upon him should the little future gas-pumper be hapless enough to cross my path.