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/ APRIL 2007
+ APRIL 20th, 2007
NOW PLAYING:
Christine Bougie - Hammy's Secret...
Allo little kittens, I'm so happy because we can finally lose our
mittens!!
Mixing is well underway and things are sounding good. I tossed a
handful of tunes on the iPod this morning and took them out for a very
critical test - a sunny morning stroll up Queen West. I'm excited to
report that a pleasant, vibe-y walk was achieved. Spring is
definitely in the air, I am happy, confident, excited and motivated.
I feel sexy after a relaxing bath concoction of rose petals, chamomile and
Aqua Velva. Care to move a little closer?
I have been feeling a little distressed the past couple days about the news
coverage for the Virginia Tech shootings. Specifically, during the first
hours/days while the investigations were
happening and no information was being given to the press. Watching
the way the media
desperately grasped at straws, trying to make branded headlines out of
useless "eyewitness" interviews (Bob McCob from the McDonalds 17 blocks away
thought maybe he heard gunshots!). Most pathetically, the lack
of info was treated as an opportunity to rehash the past using spliced archival
footage and interviews from Columbine and Dawson's College.
As the days move on, I'm mostly troubled by the overwhelming amount of
coverage dedicated to the culprit/murderer while barely a breath of detail
or empathy is uttered about the victims of this heinous crime.
Murderers have truly become our martyrs.
However, in a segue as self-serving as the evening news itself, all is
well with the world because I am going to see
The
Frames tonight. How stoked am I!!?? Cookie and I were also going to go pop down to Montreal tomorrow to see
their show there, but can't do it now. Poo. Maybe I'll shirk
my obligations and sneak off on a midnight train bound for nowhere.
I'll meet up with a gambler. Both too tired to sleep, we'll play gin
rummey and drink ginger ale.
Relax Mom, I totally know when to fold 'em.
Much Love,
COOP
OH, if you sent me an email early this week (Sun-Weds) and I haven't
gotten back to you, chances are I didn't get it. I had some issues
with my email client and it was kicking back a whole whack of stuff.
Please resend if possible. I like mail!
+ APRIL 13th, 2007
NOW PLAYING:
Adam Warner - Live & Demos Etc.
My good friend
Scott Lanaway, posted this amazing piece
on his blog/dispatch and I was so moved and affected by it I wanted to
share it with you all right here. Beautifully human and genius
observations for our fast-paced world. Thanks!
There was a great Frontline on PBS recently about
the role of new media in the information business. They were discussing
how a lot of the new media outlets are generating business by linking to
online news being reported and written by traditional newspapers, which
are themselves fighting to retain their journalistic identity in a world
of corporate balance sheet mandates, and a public addicted to Anna Nicole
Smith and Paris Hilton (what the hell happened to Larry King anyway --
it's embarrassing. He's interviewed Presidents and world leaders and these
days it's mostly 'sensational' news... murders, deaths, controversies...)
Anyway, someone being interviewed referred to modern news consumption as
'snacking'. It's true. All these portals that many (myself included) check
to catch the pulse of what the current stories are, often do not consist
of meaningful discourse or investigation. News has become a source of
distraction.
And
that got me thinking about the way we receive information. Everything is
boiled down for us. We are being encouraged to consume and dispose of
information the way we are encouraged (through advertising) to consume and
dispose of (and re-consume) goods.
Even
on Myspace, as an example, it's overwhelming, the amount of content here.
Every once in a while I get a really nice/interesting comment from someone
who has really listened to my music. My music is part of my soul and it's
strange to think that it is heard and judged quickly by strangers on the
move through cyber content. However, I can understand why people sometimes
don't really listen, as I personally don't have time to dedicate an
eyes-shut 20-minute listen to every single artist who approaches me on
here. No one does.
What I
am concerned about is the underlying falseness of the connectivity we feel
we have sometimes with one another. And this is true in regards to news.
Just because we read a snippet about the latest 20-person-dead bombing in
Iraq does not make us more dimensionally aware of the human cost on the
other side of that story, In fact, you could argue that it further
desensitizes us to the situation by reinforcing a snippet-mentality.
The
news ticker at the bottom of the CNN screen is becoming the news itself.
Why do
we allow 'disposability' to wash over us. Why do we accept it? If we
demanded more, then the media outlets would have to capitulate - they need
us to watch, to generate advertising revenue.
Sometimes I feel like our culture brings out the worst in human nature. We
are coarse and unsympathetic, but we tell ourselves - and project to each
other - that we are aware. We hear about other people's misfortunes and
grimace sympathetically. But then there is no follow-up.
What
hole are we trying to fill with all this white noise? Is it fillable?
The
static of pop culture hisses and pops as we constantly troll through the
dial, rarely stopping.
What
is becoming of thoughtfulness, of substantive digestion, listening,
discussion.
Maybe
information is replacing junk food as the next meaningless compulsion that
we satisfy without thinking............ :|
Lovelies, please snack on that over the weekend.
Much Love & Stuff;
COOP
+ APRIL 10th, 2007
NOW PLAYING:
LCD Soundsystem - Sounds Of Silver
Hola!
It is I, Senor Coop, back from a glorious week in Punta Cana, DR.
Much sunshine and good times were had. If I were any more relaxed,
I'd be just about dead. I thought it was going to take me a couple
of days to unwind after the pace I was moving at before leaving.
Turns out, with just a few sips of the
Mamajuana, I was content enough to sleep
nude in a bathtub. Now that's relaxed! As well as a
story for another day...
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed with the sheer number of you that read this
thing....and then sometimes I'm overwhelmed how little attention some of
you pay to what I say. I had more emails and phone calls from people
wondering why I hadn't returned their emails and phone calls in the last
week than I know what to do with. Seems the ironic twist here is
that
I
wasn't ignoring
you.
Shoot, I ain't mad atcha lovelies...I'm just saying.
So I'm just getting settled back into the real world, catching up and
making plans. I've got a beauty show this Saturday night in TO with
my main man
Adam Warner and guitar genius
Dean Drouillard. I'll be playing
solo to start the night, then will have the HUGE honour of playing bass in
Adam's band with some of the finest musicians in the city.
All the details on the
SHOWS page.
So come on out for a great night of music and we'll catch up. I'll
tell ya the mamajuana story and maybe show you how white my arse looks
now.
Much Love & Stuff;
COOP
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