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From Canada, With Love

Despite the Canadian government apologizing for him on numerous occasions, I saw Bryan Adams’ name come up in the news a few weeks ago, in connection with La Lohan, saying that she’d cut herself on a coffee mug while at his London estate. I was perplexed. I couldn’t see Bryan Adams hanging out with someone from Lindsay’s echelon when he was in his prime, “Summer of ’69” days, much less in his current, more wrinkled days.

Kevin and Bean explained it this morning though. It was RYAN Adams. Oh. Suddenly, this goes from being hilarious to being just mediocre celebrity gossip. I was really hoping for an elaborate back story explanation as to how Bryan Adams got back in the American news.

But there’s more Canadians in L.A. this weekend that usual. Stars are playing the Avalon tomorrow night. I started listening to Stars (and the other Arts and Crafts label artists)because one of my old friends from my alma mater, the University of British Columbia, is the lighting designer for the tour. I haven’t seen a Canadian musical artist in the States for ages, so I’m wondering it if will be an experience anything like when Our Lady Peace tour the States, and every Canadian in a hundred mile radius shows up. I know there’s a lot of Canadians in L.A. that I just haven’t been introduced to at parties yet, so I’m sure a few will come out of the woodwork.

Watch out, L.A.! The Canadians are sneaking in! We will send our aging rockers to steal your starlets, and our indie bands to play your clubs and our Degrassi High reruns to take over your TV at 2am! Although that’s really all we can do. We’re probably too polite for anything else.

Your musical week. . .

The weekend is nearly upon us and if any of you are like me, you’re thinking “oh crap! Tomorrow is the weekend! I should probably make plans for fun!” Well, I have a few suggestions on where you might find this elusive “fun” this weekend.

Friday night sees The Gris Gris playing at the Echo. Ariel Pink headlines with Indian Jewelry and Belong supporting as well.

I can’t even tell you how pumped I am to see the Gris Gris again. Here’s a a little clipping from the label’s website on the band’s recently released second album:

For the Season is the second album from The Gris Gris, the sorceress San Francisco outfit assembled by psychedelic shaman Greg Ashley. For the Season is the definition of modern psychedelia while providing the vehicle for Ashley’s catchy songwriting and complex arrangements.

I can’t endorse the other bands quite as strongly as I do the Gris Gris but it should be an entertaining night. If you don’t like it you can always go hang out with the hipsters up the street at The Little Joy or The Shortstop.

Other upcoming hotness includes:
Sunday: Eleni Mandell (How can you not be in love with this woman?) at The Fold/Tangier or
on both Sunday and Monday Jeff Tweedy & Glenn Kotche (of Wilco! !) at The Fonda
Also Monday you could go back to Spaceland for The Willowz and Wolfmother if you want to get your psych-rock on for free.
and finally, on Monday and also free at The Echoyou can catch The Cloud Room (who have a ridiculously catchy song called “Hey Now Now” that all the mp3 bloggers are up in arms about) with Hellen Stellar (who I’ve, admittedly, never heard. Sorry.)

If you can’t have fun with that list in your hand then you, my friends, are in trouble.

carly live blogs the grammy awards

Apparently, the Grammy awards were held last night, which shows you how in touch I am with the damn kids today.

I didn’t watch them, partially because I didn’t know they were on, but mostly because I don’t care. Luckily, I read Carly Milne’s live blog of the show while I drank my coffee this morning, which is about fifteen different kinds of entertaining, and a million percent better than the show could ever hope to be.

Bono wins my award for Most Affected Lead Singer Ever. I’d hate him if he didn’t have such a great fucking band.

Please anybody but Kanye.


What the fuck is he wearing? Kool Moe Dee much? His brain really got mucked in that car accident. People, please. Stop indulging him. Just because he says he’s great doesn’t mean he is. I’m not saying he’s shit, but poor Fiddy. He’s probably crying in his Chinchilla coat right now back in Connetticut.

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Try as I might, I can’t hate “Gold Digger.” Damn you, Kingye.

Wait, the bimbos in gold bikinis crying “Get the money!” just made me change my mind.

And that’s just the surface. Carly is sofa king funny, and masters that essential part of live blogging, where it’s still entertaining to some jerk reading it after the fact.