I Know A Girl As Pretty As Can Be

There's always something or someone to write about, and today it's about somone. Someone I hold very close to my heart. Someone who I love very much (friendship love), because she makes me laugh, she makes me smile, she's there when i'm feeling down and she's got this aura of kindness that surrounds her even when she's not feeling at her best.

I've only known her for about 3-4 years, possibly a bit more, but it feels like I could have known her years ago in another time and place. This girl embodies what some people would crazy , overly hyper (which I have never seen anyone else match), down to earth, loving, sweet, and a whole list of things I can't even begin to describe. I've had the privledge and the honour to call her one of my best friends, for a while and I would never want that to change.

I recall the first time we really started to talk and build our friendship. It was in grade 1o english. We sat next to one another and would talk while working. When we read from whatever play we were doing from shakespeare, our teacher would tell us what points we should highlight or put a star beside. I would never really do it, but she would reach over and do it for me. Of course I would just look over at her like she was crazy but in really, I was thankful she did it.

Thank you, for being you and for all that you do. The lovely, Kristina Graham.

Trigun

1)As nerdy as it sounds, this show is freaking sweet.
2)The theme song is pretty damn awesome
3) Vash The Stampede, a gunman like no other has the greatest quote of all time.....

"This world is made of......LOVE AND PEACE!!!"

Juno Awards And Why Nickelback Didn't Deserve To Win A Single Award

For us Canadian's music is a huge part of who are we. It represent's our country in a way that we can be proud of and have something that we can share with the rest of the world. However, even with all of the amazing band's that Canada has going for it, every year we manage to overlook some of the best music that's been released. Today was the one day out of the year where we should have been proud of some of the great albums that were released this year. Yet, every year that this day comes, we are subjected to the same cock and bull story..."And the Juno goes to.....Nickelback!".

That's right, tonight at General Motor's Place in Vancouver, we had to go through another year of "And the Juno goes to....Nickelback". First off, the juno should never go to Nickelback...ever. They have no talent. Don't get me wrong, at one point and time, I was a fan of them, I even own their album "The Long Road", which was suprisingly decent. All joking matters aside though, if I were to go pull out an album review of their latest effort, "Dark Horse", i'm pretty sure I would see nothing but negativity. It sounds exactly the same as their last two albums, and it's pretty much the same story with their singles. The first one is usually a sappy song filled with remorse or wanting to be more than one could ever aspire to be. Not that there's ever anything wrong with that, but for after 5 or 6 albums, it's gotten pretty lame. Then there's the second single, that focuses on Chad Kroeger getting laid. I'm not going into details with that, because the thought of Chad Kroeger being able to right about "Something In Your Mouth" or going at it like "Animals", just creeps me out.

I know i'm probably going to get penalized for this, but in times of dire need, Matthew Good always seems to hit the nail on the head. I'm not mentioning him because he's my favourite artist, but I do have a good reason. Good's been nominated numerous times over the years, be for it stuff he did with the Matthew Good Band, or his solo work, but not once has he ever gone to the juno's. Not once. If memory serves me right, Dave Genn, the ex-rhythm guitar player for MGB went one year because he heard there was an open bar. A little off topic, but i'll get back to my point. This quote is taken from his site and I think it says what I wanted to, but with a little more meaning behind it

"There are a lot of don’ts in the music business. One of them is having the audacity to pronounce the belief that art is not a competition and that trophies needn’t be handed out to validate what any artist would intrinsically do even if they spent the majority of their time working at a gas station and the rest of it recording poor quality demos in some basement suite on an antiquated cassette four-track. Ya, some of us have the gall to make a living at it, but God forbid any of us dare openly express ourselves beyond the contents of a compact disc. We are, after all, lucky to be able to write, record, and perform music for a living – God knows the majority of us weren’t endowed with talent and just happened to grease our way through music’s formidable front door"

Well that explain's how Nickelback did it, along with Simple Plan, Good Charlotte, and numerous other's who some how are still making album after album of the same thing. Do we really need the Juno's, muchmusic, MTV, VH1 or any of these things anymore that are apparently the way we convey what is good and what is bad in the music industry? Muchmusic used to be one of my favourite stations to watch. The intererviews were pretty good, the music video's were always on when I came home from school, and late at night, you'd get those genre specific programs that they didn't air during the day. Now we get SYTYCD, and ABDC, along with Paris Hilton's British Best Friend, and other craptactular programming. I don't think The Punk is even on saturday night's anymore. I found some really good bands on that show, and now I when I flip to much at Midnight it's either, Meet The Barker's or T.I's Road to redemption. I don't care that your going to jail, but do you really have to get those last 15 minute's of fame before you go off to prison for a year? Wait, I shouldn't say that, I will Admit that T.I is a pretty decent artist, but his show is just so set by the standards of MTV that there really isn't anything I haven't seen before. Much had their own show like this a few years back, except it wasn't headed by anyone famous, and all they did was exploit kids who have had a loss in their life or are losing someone close to them in the next 5 months.

Sorry, I kind of had a spur of the moment anger fit with Muchmusic. It happens a little to often. Anyways, I'll say it again, do we really need an awards show that only praises those are repeat the same process every album? Do we need a show that has no idea what the meaning of the word "New" is? Because last time I checked, The Stills had two other albums under their belts, and to me when they finally get noticed by the mainstream and are being classified as new, it doesn't give me a lot of hope for the music's future.

Here's the link to Matt Good's post about that state of music. If canadian music is something you take pride in, I'd suggest reading it. http://www.matthewgood.org/2009/03/say-hello-to-the-bad-guy/

J-moose

Baby Come On Take It All Off

I've been looking for this song for a long time. Now I can dance to it.

Max McKay

Maxwell McKay

Ch 1.

In a young man's life, there are defining moments that pave his path to adulthood. The first, is his first kiss. Imagine if you will, a young man out on a date with the girl he admires so very much. He walks her up to her front step and she says the classic "I had a really nice time tonight" and he nods his head in agreement, palms sweaty as he rubs them against his jeans, trying to overcome his fear of the next few seconds. His mind his racing as he feels his body begin to move, yet he doesn't remember telling it to. Slowly, he reaches her lips and presses them against his, thus completing his first step into manhood. This was not the case for Max McKay. In fact, it had been quite the opposite for him. His first date had gone as well as one could expect it to, but when he tried to do this, his lady friend proceeded to go inside her house, and slam the door right on those puckered up lips. Yes, Max McKay was left high and dry with his lips, pulsing in pain. Oh, when I said slammed the door in his face, I mean literally slammed it in his face. It's a wonder nothing else got damaged, because in this writers opinion, that's all he has going for him.

Another stepping stone in a young man's life, is the first time he decides to drink. He's out with the boys, maybe a group of girls as well, having some fun, when...let's call him Timmy for intentive purposes, decides to pull out a bottle of rum or vodka, that he snuck out of his dad's cabinet and pass it around. Oh when that first drop of alcohol hit's that boy's mouth, he's hooked for the next 10-15 years, or at least until he get's married. That is if his wife isn't a male version of him, then all bets are off. This did not happen for Max Mckay. No, poor Max had a different tale of his first drink. Being the most daring out of his group of friends, it was Max who brought the booze, and it was Max who ended up drinking the most. His friends, unlike him, were able to control themselves, and had only a few sips of the drink they were offered. Max on the other hand decided that in order to liven things up, he would drink the whole bottle of vodka and see what would happen. If you use your imagination i'm sure you can figure it out.

Max ended up passing out on his friend Matthew's couch, only to awaken 20 minutes later and throw up on Matthew's carpet. Luckily, Matthew was home alone for a few days and figured out how to clean it before his parents ever found out. The third instance is probably the most obvious one, being the first time a man makes love. I won't go into details about this experience, as I've got more respect for myself and for anyone else out there who feel's awkward when reading about this topic. However, I will tell you about Max McKay's first time. As you probably guessed, it didn't happen in the regular perimeters of life. This is not to say that his first time wasn't memorable, but not so much in a good way. Max was at a party with his friends, having some drinks, letting themselves become intoxicated in the night, when he notices a girl from across the room. He quickly goes over and makes small talk for a few minutes, until she takes his hand and leads upstairs. She's goes into an empty room and tells him to wait before he comes in. Patiently, he did so, and before he knew it, her voice beckoned for him. He slowly reached for the door handle and walked in. Now, i'm going to let you assume that this ended badly for Max, as most events usually do. This was probably the worst of them all.

When Max opened the door, he saw two big, bruting guys standing there, cracking their knuckles. Two black eyes, a broken rip, and a sprained ankle later, Max wound up in a hospital, having his clothes taken from him, as well as his Wallet, his phone and his car keys. Life for Max McKay, was anything but ordinary.

This is his story.

This is going to be good. I can feel it,

J-moose