back ache [2]

Such a gray week -- an excellent time for coats pulled up to the neck, it's a blanket obviously... Black coats. Everyone is beautiful in autumn. Sorry if I find it « soothing ». Every night / an agenda, though never without an unexpected turn around. Try as I may, it doesn't work out... I plan ahead so that I can please everyone. You know how fucked up that is? How to anticipate my own deceptions ~ by descendo. I do though, make up for it, I really do. That's sincere compensation. The wind outside is currently blowing people slightly off course, and as my recent titles suggest, I'm having a very hard time simply standing up. Built up stress got to me I suppose, rather, I hope that's all there is to it. Tricks oh tricks of my beautiful trade. Everyday that goes by I feel like I'm grabbing my industry by the balls. My knowledge of the feild is litterally in my veins. You can do anything when you know what you're capable of. Although it's never rewarding. Rarely. I'm satisfied by simply being an invisible devil behind the machine.

back ache [1]

It was around this period exactly one year ago that I was in a small studio in Los Angeles watching Andy Troy & Peter Distefano record some tracks -- just witnessing two geniuses at work. Dates, seasons, numbers... all constant reminders. Yesterday I had four meetings in four different areas of Montreal, my voice was shot after the third one but you gotta push forward. Met some really nice people, made some important decisions and set some contracts on the right path finally. With everyone on the same page, needless to say, makes my job much more enjoyable. Some close friends dropped by for a visit last night, but I wasn't able to spend any time with them despite the schedule I had arranged and that made my day incomplete. But, there's always tomorrow.

fred 1986-1998

Died on September 23rd 1998, seven years ago today. It still feels like yesterday. Miss you my brother. Rest in peace.

160905

After a grand affair, I spontaneously stepped out on Mont-Royal -- bar hopping, alone. It can never be complete solitude, not in this part of the city. Under the pouring rain, Mont-Royal is a safe haven. Caught in the middle of a crowded smoke-filled bar, a spot at the counter eerily opens up for me every single time I venture out by my lonesome. Somehow I attract the attention some curious parties but I always let them down. An unstable lifestyle going gainst every natural instinct. I might not have said more than five words, though you can accomplish so much as a character in the scenery.

lighter fluid

Me on a bar background, you just can't go wrong. Comfortable and safe. Same as autumn, it's everyone's favorite cliché but it's a truth -- we all blend in better under lesser harsh light. It's also why I can see myself living in London. Rain and fog tends to bring people down, then there are those seldom few who find it soothing and non-threatning... like me. Much better for my wardrobe anyhow. That's due to the old crooner living in my head. The 1920s where everyone went outside in classic suits -- not necessarily mafia-esque, just that victorian gallanterie. Very appealing to me, not unlike a classic bar.

see you in september

A lot of past issues are swimming up to the surface lately -- they can only hide for so long. See? I almost jinxed myself. Not taking the responsible route -- just driving. I used to be an insane overanalyser/calculator -- slightly paranoid (still calculating though) but I swore I would just slowly move forward this year. Slowly. No longer the preemptive strikes. September's an amazing month, especially when there are no schools to return to. You can tell Autumn's right around the corner, maybe it's just me but I find it very soothing. No complaints about this past summer though, it was beautiful... finally. It does smell like someone I once knew though -- not quite there yet. Too soon to tell maybe, but here I'm very eager for October's skies. Moving on in the meantime.

alcohol-art-experiment [01]

Just - just - just make the most out of your problem - though not necessarily everyone's problem. The state of intoxication for the most part is a concequence-less state of mind and I've used this on contracts and art over the years, a specific client of mine insists that I design their show-zines while under inhebriation (which usually includes concluding the magazine under the pressure of a somewhat heavy hangover) see here for an example: Le carrefour des antipodes. Everything is fucked up beyond the coherent intent of the spreads. But the result is something I might not have come up with while being sober. I'd like to invite my fellow artist and ESPECIALLY non-artist friends to an alcohol-art-session at a bar with basic art supplies (a drunken draw-off perhaps), I'd be really curious to have a look at everyone's results later on during the «drinking session». And I ain't talking about some classy evening sesson -- nevermind that noise, we're starting at NOON right after a good ol' espresso and it's on. I'll schedule this for sure, take part if you're audacious enough -- I guess some could say "if you're dumb enough" but a dumb experiment is in my opinion a very good/worthwhile endeavor. You might not agree that the ends can justify the means here -- but what the hell, we'll be tipsy... everything'll look better!

gin theory failed

My eyes are shot -- meeting, in about an hour, well dressed but hungover as fuck, bad idea. Hoping that an advil-coffee will save the day... if not then, the suit will have to do.