Archive for June, 2006

In loving memory

June 30, 2006

A Perfect Post

If you have been around here for long enough, you know that my friend Emily‘s blog is one of my very favorites to visit.   She is one of the most fantastic woman I have met along my blogland adventures.  She is hysterically funny, a fabulous storyteller and a total master of words.  Every one of her posts is amazingly well written and comes with a guarantee that you will laugh out loud at least once.  (Okay, that last part isn’t true, but it could be!)

For one day in June, she ventured down a different path when she posted a beautiful and very moving tribute and testament to true friendship.  To describe it a thoughtful and heartfelt doesn’t do it justice. 

For the month of June, I nominate Not That You Asked for my Perfect Post Award.  Thanks for sharing, Emily!

Past Perfect Post nominees:
May
April

Google games

June 29, 2006

Thanks to whoever is making great use of the search engine to look me up time and time again, in turn bringing my attention to the fact that if you Google my full name, the first line that you see in the search results is:

Do you, Carly-Ann Rigby, take We Are Scientists to be your lawfully wedded husband? I do.

I also discovered, thanks to Sitemeter, that if you search the title of this blog, With A Turn And A Twist She Gets Her Wish, both of my blogs come up before any mention of Jimmy Eat World.  And it’s their song!

That was fun exploring!  Thanks mystery Googler!  Now quit it, you’re freaking me out!

 

I’ve missed you guys! It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you!

June 28, 2006

This weekend has been a long one.  I don’t actually mean long in a bad way, but it always amazes me that you can go for weeks without too much going on and then it all just coincidentally piles up and happens within the span of three or four days.  You know what I mean?  Well this post will likely be another recounting of a few days in the life of QueenieCarly, one that beings back some fun memories for me and probably bores you to death.  Some new and interesting material later this week/on the weekend.  Scout’s honour.  I was lucky enough to have six days off over the weekend, but unfortunately, the fun comes to a grinding halt at six tomorrow morning.  Ah well, it was good while it lasted.

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Johnny O.  Future blogger?  If I have my way…

First things first, Friday through Monday, I was Lucky to attend the CEP Western Region 3rd Biennial Women’s Conference, titled Peaceful Uprising: envisioning a culture of peace.  I was feeling a little reluctant in the days leading up to it, but I can blame that on the fact that I’m pretty shy when it comes to situations like that.  As usual, it turned out just fine and I actually had a fantastic time.  The other woman from my workplace who attended is someone who I’ve spoken to in passing, but never suspected we would or could ever really connect.  I learned over the weekend that making an assumption like that could really cost you.  She’s a great woman and we actually have a lot in common.  That was a nice surprise, the icing on the cake.  You see, I really love being on conference.  I’ve only had a few opportunities in my life, but I’d love more.  Really, if any of you ever need a stand-in, we may be able to work something out.  And I can be a really great networker when I want to be and it would probably help if I was using your name instead.  Just a thought.

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Trivial exhaustion: A-Mo & The L-Ram

Of course, being downtown every day, left my evenings and part of my afternoons free.  For those of you who live outside the Lower Mainland, it has been crazy hot here.  Summer has arrived and has sent a zap of energy through everyone here.  Well, through me anyway.  This weekend was gorgeous, Saturday especially. 

Bonus events that took place on Saturday:
-A-Mo’s band came to town which successfully removed him from my hair for about 24 hours. 
-After a meeting, a couple who have hired me to be their doula sent me home with a big bag full of homegrown raspberries.  Yum!

Sunday, on my way home after a delicious lunch at O’Doul’s, I connected with A-Mo over the phone.  He picked me up at a Skytrain station and we spent some quality patio time with the guys from Circa 70.  The L-Ram was there and I finally got to meet  Johnny O., the band’s drummer, a regular reader here and if what I hear is true, highly anticipated future blogger.  (He is also the friend Aaron was visiting in Arizona when they went to the Cardinals game.  He now lives outside Seattle.)

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Olivia, the pouty princess

Monday, after the conference was closed, A-Mo and I went on our first double date with my conference partner and her boyfriend.  We had Greek.  And a great time.  After we finished up there, we flew back to New West to make it to Munson‘s dance recital just in time.  Girls of all different ages danced all different styles.  Some were good, some were great, some were… well, at one point Aaron leaned over and asked me "Was that the special needs class?"  It took a long time before her group of two and three year olds came out, but it was well worth it.  They were so cute!

Monday was also the day that I solved my A related anguish.  I am proud to tell you that I am now using a much flashier, wireless version of the keyboard (and mouse!) I’d used before, sitting comfortably on my couch, the same couch where The L-Ram sat last night during our marathon (5+ hours) Trivial Pursuit match.  I won’t tell you who won (I fear feeding his ego), but I will tell you that it was a very close game, three well matched contestants. 

The L-Ram, on the mainland for his vacation this week, blessed us with nearly 24 whole hours of his presence!  We had some drinks at a local pub, then walked around the ‘hood a little.  Came back to the Carlton, then we had some more drinks and the games began.  Then, as mentioned, the game went on and on and on, as did the drinks.  We had a really great time.  It was fantastic.  Sure, before this, I suspected that I love The L-Ram, but I really had no idea.  We all lazed around the apartment this morning (we didn’t get to bed until 4:30!) until it was time to get moving.  The L-Ram went home and Aaron and I headed over to his apartment in North Vancouver to unpack all his boxes, then pack them up again.

So, now do you believe that I’ve been busy???

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The L-Ram & his biggest fan

(Please note: it took me so long to write this out that I have to go to bed having done only a preliminary edit.  If there are any mistakes or gaping voids in the above stories, please forgive me and more importantly, go easy on me.  Yes, that means you, Bex.  And really, my desire to get this posted tonight, has really made me a little concerned after the warning video I viewed last week.)

In this post, @ will st@nd in for the first letter in the @lph@bet

June 26, 2006

Technic@l difficulties, you know?  I h@ve no @.  @s @ result, I’ve decided to upgr@de to wireless @ccessories @nd @m still in the process of loc@ting everything I w@nt &/or need.  Be@r with me.  I’m on conference @ll d@y tod@y @nd there will be no posts or even em@ils until I get this @ll worked out.

In the me@ntime, this photo is for Johnny O.   @ photo I’ve mentioned before @nd promised to post, one which the L-R@m h@s dubbed @@ron’s "Boy B@nd" photo. 

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One more thing.

H@ppy 26th birthd@y, B@by

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Imitated but never duplicated

June 24, 2006

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Yeah, I called The L-Ram today.  So what?  My friend at work (a Langley Thunder player) bet me that I couldn’t get The L-Ram to play Thunderstruck by AC/DC for me.  As Ryan said "Does he even know who he’s talking to???"  Well, no.  I guess not.  Ten minutes and one Togo shot ("World Cup forecast… Togo GONE!") later there it was… my personal tribute to my second favorite lacrosse team.

Hours passed.  Aaron and I both finished our days at work and headed back home.  I had dinner plans with Rob and less than thirty minutes to transition from dirty millworker to beauty queen so I had to rush.  As I walked, freshly showered, out of the bathroom, I heard Aaron on the phone in the living room.  I could see he was laying on the couch and into the phone he said in a very peculiar, obviously fake voice "Yeah, I’d like to request a song."  I looked at the clock…6:40…hmmm…was he calling The L-Ram at home or what?…I decided I needed to stick around for this.

Continuing in stupid voice: "I’d like to hear You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling by The Righteous Brothers."
Next second, he was struck sober and began turning a wee bit pink.  I’m guessing this is the part when the guy on the other end said "Uh huh.  Dude, what song do you really want to hear?"
Aaron, now completely red, stammered for a second, then spat out "RemedybythBlackCrowes" (yes, as one word) and hung up.
He looked at me and said "That wasn’t Ryan.  I just made a complete ass of myself."

Bwahahahaha.  I nearly lost an eye I was so violently taken over with laughter.  Any fan of The L-Ram knows that his show is over at six.  Gee whiz.

Written on Thursday night.

Tonight, I feel like a star

June 23, 2006

Over the past couple of days, I’ve received a few special treats that I’m going to tell you about now.  Each of the three links I am about to share with you are fantastic in ways of their own so I really hope you will check them all out by clicking on the purple words below.  Maybe the internet makes me a little overly sentimental or maybe I’m just getting my period (that was a joke), but I’m all delighted and flattered and warm and gooey inside that these three very special people took the time to think of me.  I love you guys.

The first two are posts that appeared on not just any blogs, but those of two of my favorite bloggers.  Coincidentally, they were posted within about an hour of each other.  Is that random or what?  Kind of eerie, really.

Bex got the ball rolling by posting some examples of the entirely ludicrous nature of our relationship.  If you hadn’t realized how whacked we are before, well…. have a look.

Next, Dawn posted an incredibly and impressively well researched and documented entry detailing proof of my totally fickle nature and complete hypocrisy.  So consistency’s never been my bag.  So what?

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The L-Ram.  The gift that keeps on giving.  Yesterday, he gave me my new favorite song: The Ocean by Led Zeppelin.  This morning he sent me this.  It came with the following personal note:

Have a problem with blogging?  You’re not alone.  -R. 

Ho-ly, you really need to check this out.  Just make sure you go to the bathroom first.  Seriously, click here.

That’s the last of my photos of The L-Ram.  I had to use them all up now because he’s coming over on Tuesday and I plan on taking a million more photos of him then.  Reminder: only one hour until he’ll be on the air.

When you’re the best of friends you can pull off this kind of shit

June 22, 2006

Quotebook entry #2867




QueenieCarly: So I don’t know what to think.
Bex: He’s into you.
QC: Really?
Bex: TOTALLY.
QC: I’m not sure.
Bex: I am so sure. I’d even be willing to give it a fo’ shizzle.

Now that’s sayin’ something.

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Is it wrong that we find ourselves just so damn amusing?

Remedial WAS

June 20, 2006

I recently got my hands on the top secret We Are Scientists bio.  Read it, if you dare.

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We Are Scientists “With Love & Squalor”
Virgin Records, January 10 2006

We Are Scientists, a.k.a. "the We Are Scientists", a.k.a. "W.A.S"., sometimes written "tW.A.S.",

Comprises Keith Murray, guitar and lead vocals; Chris Cain, bass guitar and backing vocals; Michael Tapper, drums and backing vocals

Generating rock music of the thoughtful, sometimes epic, often loud, vaguely danceable, implicitly humanist variety.

Begun in a bar in A.D. 2000,

They moved to New York in 2001.

Have issued three self-released EPs since then,

Performed sporadically across the United States and the U.K.,

And recorded their debut full-length, With Love and Squalor, with producer Ariel Rechtshaid (of L.A. bands Foreign Born and Dirty Little Secret),

Which is out on Virgin Records January 10th 2006.

The Most F.A.Q.

How would you describe We Are Scientists to people who have never seen you before?

A three-tusked mastodon. A triple mohawk. A flight from New York to L.A. with three layovers. Physically, the We Are Scientists are not imposing. We are of medium height and slight build, but together weigh enough to be a linebacker, a linebacker of the steam engine, straight-arming, bone-snapping variety. All of us wear corrective lenses. Each has his driver’s license.

How would you describe your music?
A question no band likes to be asked. Like asking a writer to describe her work using a guitar solo. But there are a couple of things that characterize our sound right now, and we’re prepared to reveal them. First there are melodies, some of them catchy. They can be found in the vocal lines and often, yes, god help us, the guitar lines. Second, and lastly, we try to have each instrument do something distinct from what the other instruments are doing as often as possible. So for example the bass doesn’t just play the root notes of what the guitar is playing, and it doesn’t necessarily hit when the bass drum is hitting. We call this approach, which we didn’t invent, and which many people do much better than we do, Advanced High Level Sectional Articulation. In fact, we don’t call it that; we don’t really refer to it by a special name, we just do it. We did invent that name, though – ‘Advanced High Level Sectional Articulation’.

Does anyone seem to care? Like, at all?
Oh gosh yes. In March, after seeing us at South by Southwest, BBC Radio 1’s Steve Lamacq booked us for a live session and began playing ‘Nobody Move’ on his fine program. BBC Radio has given the single regular airplay in the month leading up to release; in late May it was ‘Single of Week’ on Zane Lowe’s show, and in mid-June the BBC’s 6Music taped an acoustic session.
MTV2 in the UK is playing the video about thirty times a week because they can’t resist a man in a bear suit, and NME will publish a full-page ‘Radar’ piece in June.
Back in the States, we received the Diesel-U-Music award for best rock act of 2005 (in 2004 The Fiery Furnaces took the cup; in 2003, The Rapture), and we’re aligning the van’s tires for our first full-tilt U.S. tour in July.

So what’s your story?
In the summer of 2001, Michael, Keith, and Chris responded to an offer from the band We Are Scientists to relocate, all expenses paid, from California to New York City. Brokering the deal from both sides, we quickly accepted and hopped the next steam train out of town. We Are Scientists became the Superman to our unusually pathetic Clark Kent. By day, we fumble pick up lines, choke on cigarettes, and wear those fucking P.E. coach-style shorts. By night, same pretty much, but on stage.

What is your favorite part of being in WAS?
Chris: I love the bass guitar lines; the bass work in general.
Keith: The guitar, hands down. The guitar work is amazing. The lead vocals are outstanding, too, but I would never call ‘the vocals’ my favorite part just because the backing vocals are pretty roundly lackluster. The guitar, though, Jesus…
Michael: The drumming in W.A.S. is nothing short of spectacular. It’s… it’s genius. Every time I think about the drumming I’m, I’m sort of taken aback. Blown away, a more dramatically bent person might say. And then I think about the fact that I’m in W.A.S…. ‘Holy crap,’ I say to myself, even sometimes aloud and apparently without context. And then, and THEN I think about the fact that I’M THE DRUMMER! And… and, well, say goodbye to another pair of pants.

Where do you get the ideas for your songs?
We like to look at seemingly incompatible things – the way a painting looks, the sound of a poem as it’s read, the taste of a certain sheet cake – and take our inspiration from them. The way a puppy gets muddy when he flops around in a muddy pond; the sound a pillow makes as you dry it in a dryer, that tiny nervous scream; the way a rocket goes up! up! up! up! uh… you know, up! until, until you can’t see it or it dissolves or whatever happens to rockets. We take these things, these seemingly innocuous fragments of the quotidian trudge, and we honor them by turning them into big beautiful rock songs.

What was your first show like?
One of our first shows – it may or may not have been the very first, we can’t remember – was in a dorm building’s courtyard at a small college in southern California. There was no stage and Michael had only heard the songs a couple of times, most of them for the first time earlier that day. It’s generally considered by rock historians and astrologists to be the finest, most precise, most explosive, most inspiring rock show of all time, and one of the top two or three performances of any kind, musical or otherwise, ever. People fainted dead away; this sentence is not related to the rest of the paragraph.

How did you get together?
It’s complex and a little embarrassing, but it’s something we can kind of laugh about now, however hesitantly. Michael had this huge crush on Keith; like, huge. And of course Keith had been friends with Chris for a couple of years at this point and had always nursed this gigantic crush of his own toward Chris, but always in secret. Now, Chris had never really thought of Keith as anything more than a friend, a good friend with a great body, so nothing had ever really happened between them, excepting the occasional drunken round of mattress dancing (literally; we’re not using ‘mattress dancing’ as a sexual euphemism, we mean literally dancing – bouncing along to music – on a mattress or a set of adjoining mattresses). But so Chris, who had always been careful to keep things fraternal with Keith, developed this major huge crush on Michael soon after meeting him. So what you’ve got there is you’ve got your typical love triangle; a textbook example, in fact – perfect in its proportions, an isosceles love triangle, as experts in math would say. You see where this is going. There was only one way to avoid huge major hurt feelings, and that was for us to form a band.

The website, wearescientists.com, is really funny. How did you decide to start that?
Back in 1999, 2000, right around there, when the Internet was really just getting started, we had this idea for a thing that we called a ‘website’, or ‘webpage’. Our thinking was, Okay, you’ve got this great, largely untapped resource – the Internet – which is essentially, if you think about it, little more (and also nothing less!) than an ‘information superhighway’, as we put it in those days. But what was needed in order to make the Internet of any interest or use to Joe Q Dumbass was content – locations, destinations, places from which to depart and at which to arrive on that superhighway. ‘After all,’ we thought, ‘what would be the point of a vast, exhaustive system of interstate freeways if there were no cities and towns for the system to connect?’ So we sort of blindly jumped in and created a website. And, of course, it was a huge hit; many, many people followed closely on our heels.

How would you describe your fans?
Lucid, discerning people with amazing taste and salacious physiques.

How old are each of you and where are you each from?
Keith and Chris, the both have 52 years. Michael has 45 years, and has inhabited at Dallas, in the Texas. Keith has inhabited at Miami, in the Florida, and Chris has inhabited in the Utah.

How can people get your CDs and come see your shows?

Our CDs are available on our website; we mail them out ourselves. To see our shows a person has to leave their house, which is something we’re working around the clock to fix. We also bring CDs to our shows sometimes, when we remember.

What is in the near future for you?
Some serious maneuvering. You’ve got a UK headlining tour 6/11-7/3 with the first single (‘Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt’) released on 6/27; you’ve got a US tour with fellow New Yorkers Bishop Allen 7/5-8/7; then you’ve got a return to the UK mid-August for the Reading & Leeds festivals, plus a couple weeks of shows, during which time the second single (‘The Great Escape’) is parachuted into stores; then as you may have suspected back to the US for CMJ in mid-September for more shows; around this time the album will be dropped like a warm, poppy blanket onto the UK, and we’ll keep playing stateside till mid-October or so then head back to the UK for a spell till returning to the US a week after Thanksgiving and finishing the year with home field advantage. Or something like that.

You’ve made a radio listener out of me

June 19, 2006

I’ve never listened to the radio regularly.  In fact, I’ve never listened to it much at all.  Who knew that I could be converted?  The L-Ram did. 

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Sure, he coaxed me into it with a couple of promptly filled requests and ongoing hourly Togo reports every day, but now I’m hooked.  Between two and six on weekday afternoons, I’m all his.

Today he played We Can Work It Out for me just seconds after I spoke to him on the phone.  Seriously, it was almost instant.  Aaron just looked at me and said "You’ve got your own radio station!"

By the way, nice new photo, Ryan!

Missing you

June 17, 2006

Since you left, I’ve been able to pretend it wasn’t true, that you weren’t gone.  For the past few months, I’ve managed to distract myself with diversions, things to occupy my time to avoid these feelings of loss, of loneliness, of heartache.  I’ve been denying our reality.  Truth is, I realized last night that I feel empty inside.  I really miss you and that I need you to come back.  Soon?  Please?

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Seriously, I had a real jones for some football last night.  It was all I could think about.  Still is.  I’m a wreck.  I put on my MV7 jersey when I got dressed today, but when I saw the look on A-Mo’s face, I promptly took it off.  Maybe he won’t notice that I’m wearing my Falcons underwear.  Maybe that’s a little less embarrassing for his highness.

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This is bad now, I hate to imagine what it’s going to be like tomorrow morning.  Yikes. 

I wonder what Mike is doing right now.  Is he happy?  Is he relaxed?  Is he in the white bedroom?  Is he having an outbreak?  Sigh….

Only 82 more days to go.

I’m just kidding, I don’t really have Falcons underwear, but I will point out that they would make a great Christmas gift!