I apologise for any downtime you may have noticed on Friday and Saturday. I’ve been in the process of switching web hosts, and man oh MAN it is so COMPLICATED. Why is it so complicated? Seriously, EVERYONE has a website these days, and surely changing hosting companies and transferring domains is something that happens all the damn time. How can the process still be so arcane and difficult? What with the DNS nameservers and the ISP tags and creating new FTP accounts and procuring a single griffin’s feather and “answer me these questions three” and so on and so forth, I nearly broke my brain. It didn’t help that I use WordPress for this blog, which is generally awesome, but being open source it is rather DIY, and involves doing things with SQL databases and PHPMyAdmin. I know, right?? Anyway it’s all done now, thank god, and my hosting fees have dropped massively.
Simon recently bought me the soundtrack to The Last Walz. It’s funny how much I’ve come to love The Last Waltz: during my teenage years, I would have had a hard time deciding who I hated more, The Band or Supertramp. (I still fuckin’ hate Supertramp. Screw you, Supertramp.) You have to understand that in Canada, so-called ‘Classic Rock’ is ubiquitous and comprises a melange of the most obvious and/or annoying hits from a small selection of good bands like Led Zeppelin and a much larger selection of unbelievably shit bands like Nazareth, Boston and Journey. (And Supertramp. DAMN YOU, SUPERTRAMP!) Classic Rock, to me, is the soundtrack to Labatt Blue in bottles, Trans Ams, mullets, moustaches, tight jeans and unironic trucker caps. And of course, since The Band are both Classic Rock AND Canadian, they are constitutionally guaranteed radio play on every single station in the country at least once an hour. By the time I was fifteen years old I had probably heard ‘The Weight’ approximately eighty thousand times, and I HATED that damn song.
So when Simon started trying to get me to watch The Last Waltz, I was all, “HA! Yeah right.” But he’s persistent, bless him, and eventually I sat down and watched a few minutes of it. And then I couldn’t stop watching it. Holy shit, what an amazing bunch of musicians. And what a lineup of guests. I even love the interview-y bits, where everyone involved (including Scorsese) is very clearly stuffed to the gills with enormous quantities of drugs. Canadian Rasputin (sorry, I mean Garth Hudson) in particular is highly amusing.
Ironically, the Band song I historically liked the least is now my favourite song in the concert, thanks to the Staple Singers. Hearing them sing ‘The Weight’ gives me goosebumps EVERY SINGLE TIME, for reals. (And did you know that there’s all sorts of geeky debate about the meaning of the lyrics? Interestinger and interestinger.)
AND, as it turns out, Robbie Robertson? Was a bit of a hottie. Who knew? He is hella sexy in Last Waltz, despite the bouffant hair. I’ve figured out why, too: his guitar gurn is blatantly a preview of his sex face. It’s a shame he’s gone so puffy in recent years.
Finally, a new collage sheet…see my Etsy shop for details!


Luscious Vintage Ovals