See! I haven't fallen off the face of the earth!

I have pretty much been the biggest slackarse in the world with this blog. I started it as a way to document my travels and wrote about five entries when I was in the UK, most of them written late at night after exhaustive days of traveling, done so out of a weird feeling of "obligation" to myself and the meagre few who may have read it. I also blame all the wine my grandparents were giving me with supper, I drank more there than I do here! Wine and traveler's exhaustion do make it hard to focus on writing something that makes somewhat sense.

After realizing that I haven't posted on here in a month I do feel like a pretty lazy writer. I went on a mind-blowing trip where I did so many crazy things and didn't have the energy to write about it. I was also more concerned with posting pictures, I still have about 1000 to do and Facebook just doesn't want me to do it. 

I've been in St. John's for three weeks now and because of moving and working nonstop, I didn't really feel like I did anything worth writing about until this week past when the Wreckhouse Festival was taking place. There needs to be a music festival every week of the summer, although I think I'd probably die of exhaustion/suffer from a perma-hangover. I seriously need a week to recover from all the fun we had. Summer is so fucking great. Wreckhouse was great. Going to work an eight hour shift with three hours of sleep and still drunk, not so great...Longest...shift...ever.

The week was full of fantastic, well-selected music. Although it's really hard to pick, my favourite act at Wreckhouse was definitely the Shuffle Demons. 

I'm sad I missed the "flash mob" parade they started, but catching them at the Martini Bar that night was such a treat. More bands need to start sporadic parades at their shows and sing about "Cheese on Bread." I'm sure all the prissy girls waiting to get into the upstairs part of the bar thought it was noisy and ridiculous, but isn't that what a good show's about?

Gypsophilia was really fun too, I got an advance copy of their CD before it came out so I was really looking forward to that show. I told a few of the band members afterwards that I really liked the album and the two shows and they seemed genuinely thankful. It's so nice to see humble musicians, instead of some of the snots I've interviewed or met. I guess Josh Homme feels entitled to his ego, but maybe thats the reason he keeps getting pelted with shoes at his shows.

I feel like I got hit on the head with a bottle of vodka. I HAVE to go to sleep.

Here's a shot of Gypsophilia taken at the Martini Bar.