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Monday, 1 October 2012


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Soundscapes


Aries:
Northern Canada: One need not be there to witness the genocide more pronounced, transparent and acknowledged than at Queen and Spadina. Not a dreamcatcher in sight. Bar opens at 9am. The courts delegate domestic violence cases to one of the few Jews north of Vancouver – too few for a minion. Genocide is a funny word. It rhymes with suicide. Native Pride. Dodge the bullet. A life in service. Win Aries. Win.

Taurus:
Whilst travelling, you and a friend are offered housing by an Anglican Catholic priest but denied liturgical robes by a Unitarian. Nothing will ever make enough sense to be worth the effort Taurus. In Charles Dickon’s book Hard Times he warns us of relying on facts and ignoring our imaginations.

Gemini:
When in doubt lay out. Talking too much to strangers. It is a good habit in moderation but sometimes when we give up a vice we strangle up a new one. It seems that we cannot live without vice. The nature of life itself is tough and chaotic. Things aren’t always what they seem but those qualities of life do seem to be true and natural. These are only words. Knowing yourself, accepting yourself, loving yourself and taking responsibility for your actions are the accoutrements of growing up. You can ignore them whilst still living the life of an adult. People do it all the time. The problem with remaining a child in Mom’s jeans is that you become a burden on the public dogshit.

Cancer:
I stopped drinking milk a long time ago. I regret it. It has deformed my tolerance – a virtue we must guard with vigilance. At time of writing, American warships have poneyed up to the shores of Libya and I am worried about what they intend to do. There is no use in worrying of course so I direct my mind towards the moments of my immediate reality and do the best I can to prevent them from firing tomahawks into schoolyards and hospitals. I pray. Turn the ships around. Do nothing. Provide for the families of the Americans who were murdered whilst living a life in service and abandon the embassy as is. Leave it like the Walmart in Chicoutimi which was closed and painted black when the workers attempted to unionize. End Cancer. End.

Leo:
Tribalism is a problem but it will take millennia of generations to vanish. I wish it could be different for our children but it will not be. They are in the same river we are. The solution is to wait it out and keep fucking each other and making crossbreeds – strengthening the gene pool – not weakening it. We lost a great futurist in Leo Diana Spencer. It’s difficult to believe her death wasn’t arranged. I can’t believe it for fear of the pile of douche bags I’d be lumped in with. I prefer to choose my own.She could have married that man and popped out a couple of half-breeds that might have saved the world. Maybe. My imagination runs wild sometimes. Leave your pride Leo. Leave it and knock up an Asian. Trudeau, though a douche bag, was right.

Virgo:
In the wilderness ones nervous system has a chance to regain what is lost in the city. People who live there can imagine anything. South Dakota is as far away as Madrid as Darfur as Kingston. We get lost in the city. Broken Social Scene. Scenes within scenes within endless scenes. It’s nowhere Virgo. My friend has a neighbor who is a High Lama. Big fucking deal right? You know he’s just a regular guy, I said. No he isn’t, she said. Yes he is. He’s the same – vice and all.There are more poor people who believe in crazy religions than there are rich people who believe in crazy religions. What makes people more or less regular is income and degree of religious observance.
Libra:
The most regular person I know is blind in one eye, does not eat meat or attend religious services. He works hard, enjoys the finer things in life and believes in nothing but love, morality and good times and nothing. He lives as well as he can. He knows he’s going to die but doesn’t worry about it half as much as I worry about warships and tomahawks. I take pills from the doc for my worries. He goes to the bar. Our differences are meaningless. Our similarities are invisible. We look at each other with one good eye. Libra?


Scorpio:
Nobody can see the future for one reason: It does not exist. The Minister of the Environment visited a grade school in Alberta to fuck with the kid’s minds. He asked them, “What would you do if you were the Minister of the Environment kids?”One brave young soul said he would get rid of pollution to which the Minister said, What a wonderful idea! The only problem with that Jimmy is that you wouldn’t be able to get to work or heat your office. What an ignorant lazy piece of shit (no judgement). Eat yourself Scorpio. What is left of you?


Sagitarius:
Your sister had a terrible marriage and is now dating her high school sweetheart twenty years later. Finally things are as they should be. I assume this means a few thousand Libyans will be murdered next week. Perhaps they should break up? Perhaps you should? What specifically are you fighting for and is it worth it? I only know one of one thing worth fighting for and sadly it involves tribalism. I am part of the problem. Are you? If you love your people you are part of the problem. And if you have no one you have solved the problem only for yourself and in a way I would not wish upon anyone. There is no way out. Tend to your present moment. Trust the toke.


Capricorn:
I didn’t discover the toke until well into my twenties. When I did, my spirits exploded with happiness and a sense of wonder and adventure! True story: It let me down in the end so I gave it up. Now that I don’t touch the stuff I can trust it and I do implicitly and with fervor. I imagine that that I am toking whenever I am in doubt. The toke get’s me to work on time, fastens my seat belt, brushes my teeth, and keeps me out of harm’s way. Call it what you will. Call it imagination.


Aquarius:
The past is all over for Aquarius. Let it be.


Pisces:
When I look at the stars for guidance for this job I get the same message every time. Look up, get down , look in, look out, shake it all about. A buddy of mine lived into his fifties raising a family and a business and motorcycles and travelled the world and made endless art without a credit card. When the kids talk about punk rock I want to introduce them to my buddy. The wonderful thing about living In the post-modern age is that the specificity everyone was all preoccupied with is not important. You were wrong. Dead wrong. Take your post-punk band and deliver us from evil. Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not to temptation but deliver us from evil. All this is ours: the kingdom, the power, all the gory details of our presence. For ever. Real people. Right here on a planet someone called Earth.