Wolf Parade

How do you go about rocking your way into becoming my band?
You take a song I think is mediocre on the album, and you rock the fuck out of it for 20 minutes at the very end of your show. Along with just being awesome, and pumping out every song you have in a wave of unleashed energy.

A band that is fairly mellow on their album, really brings it out when they play shows. It was amazing. I didn't think anyone down here in the ol' states would know who Wolf Parade is, but the Fox Theatre sold out. The whole venue is about the size of the dance floor at the commodore, and a bit bigger than Sugar Nightclub in Vic. We were up on the side, in the under 21 section (stupid allyson not being old enough to buy liqour) which in my o pinion was a great spot. Usually I like being down on the floor for shows, but the crowd was pretty young and well, I wasn't so much up for crazy moshing to Wolf parade. allyson and I just rocked out on the side with a great view. Being eye level with the band isn't so bad. They played all my favourite songs, which is most of the album. All in all, definitely one of the best performances i've ever seen. It was that good. I hope these guys last and continue to churn out amazing albums. They really know how to put on a good show.

As for that last song, Dinner Bells....it's hard to find a band that can have all 5 members playing their instrument at the same time, with two other people from the opening band also playing, and have it sound as amazingly good as Wolf Parade did last night. Everything about the show was ..well....perfect. It was much more than I could have hoped for.

Going to the old high school today to see a few teachers, and then it'll be a nice relaxing day of....relaxing. I love vacation.

C to the Olorado

Back in the old stomping grounds. Had some serious nostalgia last night after I arrived in colorado. Drove through some of the old neighbourhoods, and felt awkward. Party tonight and I expect to be ridiculous. Not sure what else is in store for me this week, but it turns out Wolf Parade is playing up in Boulder on Monday, so I think allyson and I will be going to see that. crazy and awesome. back in 'couver on the 31st if anyone wants to hit the pub. and then to Vic on the 4th if anyone wants to hit the pub.

can you tell I've been in a dry camp for 2 months? I spent all morning/early afternoon at the pub.

awesome.

Almost Out

My last few days on the tundra. Camp is gearing down, stuff is starting to be packed. The last of the core boxes are being logged.

It's been a long summer, but very much a good time. And I did learn alot again this year.

Looks like I'll most likely be back again next year, and I gain more responsibility and knowledge every time.

Not much for this post, other than my mustache is coming along nicely.

This is from a couple weeks ago when we were out at the fly camp.

The mustache curls a lot more easily now.

The Day the Seagull Laughed

So, as I was saying, fly camp was interesting. Lots of hard work. Finally finished it and got out of there and back to the real camp with communications equipment.

I seem to have finally found a solution to my University problem. Hopefully the professor helps me out getting my courses sorted, as neither the chem department, nor the lab coordinators wanted to do anything for me. Hooray for 3 years of Uni instead of 4.

I have 6 days left in camp, and they're dragging out pretty slowly. The work isn't as intense as fly camp was, with normal hours, and dinner at 6.00 instead of 8.30.

Today has been spent water sampling. And the day is only half done. We had to break for lunch early as I was getting too cold and bad shakes. Basically I stand balls deep in a sub-zero celsius lake and fill little bottles with water. This sounds easy. Except we have no gloves that go nearly high enough up the arm to stop the water getting in. I eventually gave up on the gloves as they were just holding the water and getting me colder, faster, without a chance to warm up. The hip waders I'm using aren't exactly the most water-proof things either, and the water slowly seeps through them as I'm standing there.

It might also help if the opening of the bottle was a little bit larger than 1cm to fill a 500ml bottle. Takes a bit of time. By 11am my hands and arms were pretty numb, and we needed to refuel the chopper anyways, so here I am back at camp for an early lunch, sitting by the heating stove cranked on fool, trying to dry out and warm up before going back out to do it again for another 4 hours.

As for the seagull, we were landed on a small island about to prepare our sample, when over head I heard a segull cawing as they constantly do. But then, right as I was about to wade out into the frigid liquid, I heard it change to a stuttering laughing sound. I have never heard this from a seagull before. The bastard was laughing at us. I was not amused.

But it's better than till sampling.

And in 6 days I'll be on my way to Colorado for some much needed relaxation, and a cold damn beer.

I have survived

Peanut Camp was..umm...interesting. Our kilometre hike to work and back every day was in face, uphill both ways

I'd write more, but I have been invited to a tent to partake in drinking festivities.

Adieu.

Fly Camp

Well, there won't be much from me for the next 10 days or so. Heading out to a Fly camp, basically 4 small camping tents, camp stoves, and doing some field work further up north, about 50 clicks from the arctic ocean. Pretty exciting, and I get to be in charge of the gun, as I'm apparently the only one who knows how to work a shotgun.

Uh oh.

Well, Until then muchachos/chas