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i am 3 days sick, or maybe 5, if you count upwards.
bent over like a begger in the battlefield.
wish i had music on in the background instead of seinfeld.

fixed, juno soundtrack, wobbly eyes, un-steady keys.
the medication is working.
i am fine.

i feel like a jerkass whenever i call-in sick, colin sick.
not like a liar, but certainly like a jerkass.
er'body at work today said: OAHL! I HOALP HE GHETS WAY BETTHER SOAHL FASHT!!

Dang-Q.

my voice is still at the party on saturday night.
called, left msgs, texts, bbms, bobs, wallaces.
nothing, nowhere, nevermore.

replaced with a barking cough, and a crying nose.
painful and plentiful.
my head is way heavier when it's full of sloppy-snot and pre-coughs.

eating so many oranges.
drinking coffee and OJ and watka.
peeling skins, getting wins.

gotta heal fast for the big show:

FRIDAY FEBRUARY 3RD - JOE'S APARTMENT - GRANVILLE STREET

full band, with fully-bonded musicians.
playing new and old songs only.
none of that yesterday or tomorrow shit.

*if you are reading this, you should absolutely attend, unless you live in europe or winnipeg.

write next line here, non italic, safe.
thanks helper col-brain.
cold medication is much stronger than my normal rotation.

i collect the dumbest shit.
but some of it is good memories and stuff.
the kind of stuff that keeps the ole dome steady on cold nights like tonight.

posted by Colin # 10:50 PM

Monday, 2 January, 2012

December 31st, 2011, 2:31pm

(transcribed from greasy notes, by greasy hands)

I am poolside at The Signature and just realized that I could use my iphone as a cool-write-stuff-downer.
Got one of those fancy round foamy chairs, given to me, by total fluke, like a big greasy smile from above.
I counted the 20 floors up to our suite, but I cant see me up there anywhere.
Even though im out there alot.
Some people just showed up at the pool with drinks that are 5 feet long.
2 of them need harnessess. I am basking.
Mixed my spiced rum with just the right amounts of water and ice and rum to make it look exactly like the plastic Miller beer in the bottle in which I poured it.
I chose this artistic combo, even though liquor consumption of all kinds is readily and rapidly encouraged on all plots of the Vegas map.

Well, the rich part.

As happy as I am, I picked the wrong side of the pool.
They still got sun over there.
But I'm extremely content here on my big syrupy pancake chair.
Both the jealous and the educated think that I'm some dick playing games on his phone, instead of watching the helicopters, hot-tubbers, hooters, and hick-nocks.

Big big things are happening right now on the strip.
A nice Mexican cabbie told me that tonight was going to be total insanity.
He owns a ranch in real life, and I believed every word he said.
I told him we were going to see my favorite band on New Years Eve, and that they had a nice Mexican man in the band who played horns and hard guitars.

Bless Hamed and his cocunut water.

Meg just texted me, offering a McDonalds pickup on the way back from the strip.
Bless her more than Hamed.
I'm gonna get her to take my picture from the balcony.

Success.

posted by Colin # 10:06 PM

Tuesday, 27 December, 2011

salter bucks

i miss everything.

i miss covering my eyes to avoid seeing the stockings while my brother and i hustled down the hall to our parents room, at 6:50am, cause 7am was the absolute maximum of earliest wakeup. nobody argues 10 minutes on christmas morning, not even my dad himself.

i miss steve being smaller than me.
i miss grandpa's knee.
i miss the old swing in the old apple tree.

in our darkest holiday pauses, we all sometimes search for that deeper shade, that soul in the sandbox, that savior in the soup. but its never an easy catch, even with sharp hooks over salty waters. easy at the end of the glass, as long as the brass fills the present with the past. soapy skills on empty hills. this paragrapher is clearly ill and seldom still.

i miss getting music for christmas.

that's a big one. i miss new CD's.
having them, showing them off, and mostly, listening alone.
it used to be so fuckin hard to open those fuckers.
against sloppy rhymers trying for a peek.
sleek and simple and pimple free.
boulder tasty, and burping breeze.
damn, sam, it's still hard to open CD's.

i miss lindy.
and brent, and wader, and jon's basement.
and matt hudson's lies.
i miss meg already and she only went to bed about 5 times ago.
tomorrow we fly to vegas.

there's a bottom-out that im soon to feel.
a basement full of tilt-a-wheel.
all spinny and shit.
sold-out and dry.
an ass without a proper wipe.
sleeping in alleys and stealing tweets from me.
stubborn grass stains on solid soccer knees.
was it something i said?

til next time, be safe, and hug mom.

i miss red things and blue,
ghost stories turned true,
and when i cant sleep,
i mostly miss you.

posted by Colin # 3:09 AM

Sunday, 11 December, 2011

big goals, sold souls

i miss buying music at apollo.
walked by both old locations this morning.
on a loopy coffee walk after a strange couch awakening.

i miss PM, and PG, but i love NW.
the slowburners game was at 10-fuckin-45 tonight.
so im using red wine and 3-line-stanzas to calm the frig down.

scored the 2nd best goal of my life in the 2nd period.
while our 1 fan, meg, was on her 1 hot chocolate break.
bless her for big steaks, strong scrabble wisdom, and late-night lottery tickets.

old dan mangan in the headphones, loose jealous thoughts.
i wanna copy it, but with like 5 or 10 more beers.
headphone music is important for the future of escapism.

i put vanilla sky on in the b-g cause i only like movies ive already seen.
where do new movies come from?
the blockbuster on 6th recently became the clockbuster, or something like that.

"hey stever, whadja do last nighter?"
"oh this and that, had 5 or 10 beers."
"thanks."

just like that.
im ferrying him over here next weekend.
to lay fat bass in my sunday slough.

so far, every session for the sunday album has been on a sunday.
its 2:29am and i am recording vocals tomorrow.
but i just did some ukelele scales so its all good, i am a great big singer.

people are screaming in the alley.
people are always screaming in the alley.
me and theo lean on the railing.

when i die, turn my condo into a museum, and leave CWP on the buzzer.

i forgot to welcome Nathan Perrett to the world.
positive futures lie ahead for those with positive parents.
Wade is a dad, a very fun dad.

congrats.

posted by Colin # 2:37 AM

Sunday, 4 December, 2011

soup spoon's on your right

on weekends, im like a psychotic off his medication.
except im on the medication, and im on it hard.
long greedy sweaters and wine-stained light parades.

i spill big cups of stuff.
and make wrestlemania match messes.
gasping at girl guides, yelling at mayors.

i really like tweeting live from various events.
real-really, many more to come.
oh ya? come at me bro.

new west has fun.
the parade and tree-lighting was a big big blast.
simple and soaked, for those who chose to soak.

some day ill have kids, and they are gonna love this time of year as much as me.
it'll be forced, like god, and good grades.
except without the god part of course.
i'd rather pollute my off-spring with daddy's-demons than godyboy's feelings.
bless christianity for this great holiday that we have morphed into our own.

family, friends, hugs, home.
hearty meals, happy moms.
giving rad shit to each other.
good memory talks, over late-night glenayre walks.
it eats me every year, and i eat it right back.

today meg washed my santa hat, but the horrifying scent of last night will last well into the christmas festivities.

posted by Colin # 10:55 PM

Thursday, 10 November, 2011

this is good, as far as i can tell

live music still gets the best of me.
i get all hopped up and loud.
even at sombre shows in quality halls.

lately ive been feeling the blushing guilt of intoxicated creation.
crashing in like an un-welcomed-half-friend at the back door, on my day off.
i didn't order this plate of shame, and im too embarrassed to send it back.

someone is screaming in the alley.
or maybe on the skytrain platform, i can't tell over the post-mangan.
both provide an echo un-achievable by people with homes.

the paint made him mad, because the colors were sad.

i asked my friend Andy to make me an album cover.
which is a big big ask, like "help me move?" or "MC my wedding?"
luckily his skills stand on end, and rarely pretend, next to his stubborn spine.

if he asked me to describe it i would say:

"The battle between soiled Saturday nights and shameful Sunday mornings."

well, we've cut the ribbon.
producer john laughs when i swear at my sloppy mistakes.
acoustic guitars are done, they sound crispy and clean.

next comes drums, then duke, then demons.

bring money.

posted by Colin # 12:13 AM

Friday, 21 October, 2011

fiddler on the mountain

they are snorting us up to whistler tomorrow, for a 'team-building' work vacation.
and by they, i really mean me, as im on the committee that plans such rural exercises.
co-worker team building in free-whistler achieves major moral growth.

we are not 'buying' the staff liquor this time.
instead, 'bringing up' about 40 flats.
and by 40, i really mean 8 or so, not sure, i don't lift.

whistler is a good place for a day-drink.
im getting there early, to 'set-up' and such.
already in trouble on monday.

It was an easy purchase, made hastily on a watery Sunday morning. Tickets to see 2 of my favorite bands, play a show together, in Las Vegas, on New Year's Eve. No questioning the cost of flights, hotels, or non-punk-loving girlfriends. Hesitation never ends in glory. 'Next time' is only 7 or 8 letters different than 'Never again.' My previous 3 Vegas crusades were all relatively affordable, as Vegas is relatively affordable, if you keep an eye on the Exit and a bottle in your brain. Turns out that 'New Years in Vegas' is bloody expensive, and unfortunately most of my convincing was based on big words like 'fun' and 'clean sheets.' Fuck it, let's party. Gonna get a rad place, with a balcony. I want a balcony. High up, with a kitchen. I want a kitchen. And gonna have a little party in Vegas on New Years, and the 3 nights leading up to it. If you're in, let me know. Why the balls not? Did I mention that NOFX and LAGWAGON are playing in LAS VEGAS on NEW YEARS. As I said, it was an easy purchase.

Onward up upward, to the misty cliffs and dusty drifts.

Meg bought me a ukulele for my birthday.

I am a ukulele player.

posted by Colin # 7:37 PM