tonight misty queen and myself saw the weakerthans play at lee's palace. few nights ago she was reluctant about going as she has big paper due the next morning and knowing her ambitious studious ways i thought i'd have give the ticket to someone else. there was plenty of willing but i wanted her to go for a particular reason. so i told her to really listen to the reconstruction site and she was sold. one obvious way to get someone to go to a concert is have them listen to their music. up until tuesday night, she was going to see a band she's never heard of and wasn't supposed to until tonight. she budged and so i gave in.

there's something pure and beautiful about first being in concert. musical equivalent of no marriage before sex. this was my personal introduction to the stars, broken social scene and apostle of hustle. it's entirely raw, complete engagement in the unknown sounds and fascinating expectations of beauty created in the same room and not through an impersonal speaker. every song seems like a spontaneous jam and fucking dammit, it was stunning. CDs are mere novel recordings you've never experienced, watching musicians create music in front of your eyes and deliver them to your ears, that's something else. something else is all that comes to mind as i cannot find the words for you to understand such an experience.

i thought if misty queen experienced the weakerthans in this fashion she'd never sneer when "some band" comes to town. i recommend everyone to do this: check the concert listings, spot the band all the kids are raving about but you've never heard of and spend the $14.50 to see them. i can't guarantee you'll enjoy the band, but if you find the right one; bliss i tell you. it's a gateway drug. magic being created every night at nearby concert halls and you let it pass you by.

the weakerthans were solid tonight. they threw in several songs misty queen's never heard and partially got to experience the magic of musical invention. the constantines opened and i've heard that name but not a single song, but they didn't "do it for me". bubkis. the singer's vocals are annoying and the sounds all over the place. i like order but too each his own. misty queen enjoyed it while casually slipping bravado juice. at one point, she turned to me and said, "this music speaks to me." i do not know what she meant but i've heard that somewhere.

i didn't enjoy myself to the fullest extent knowing i am going to be on the computer through the night while watching the sunrise and the pope funeral while attempting to finish my essay on civility and punishment. you can't enjoy yourself knowing schoolwork awaits is a complete mood killer. part of me wants the concert to end so i can get home & write but other part never wants the night to end. it's me divided against myself. but time never ceases to exist and the show ends.

while the concert attendees are dispersing to their beds, i fire up the ol' ms word. misty queen was wise and finished her work ahead of time and is now nestled in her bed. (hopefully) taking pleasure in random impulses from her brain's pons producing vivid hallucinations of me which are known as dreams. i have so much to learn from her, yet i am more concerned about educating her on the magic of live music. there's a lesson in this but i c an't put my finger on it. i wish i had finished my work ahead of time but laziness sure can be stubborn. its will finally gives in 6-8 hours before the work is to be handed it. there's still time i say.

instead of writing the paper, i'm writing gibberish and flipping through my mp3 folder to find that one single song to suit this moment. but there is nothing in my library entitled, "you_fucking_moron_write_the _paper.mp3". the "intellectual" juices have been subdued signalling the mind is empty. more approprately, i am buying time before the "working against the clock" anxious sensation takes hold.

is it wrong of me to watch the new jojo video and hope that her sex videotape makes its way on the net soon? assuming there is one. and if there is no videotape, i am hoping some photographer caught boobie shots of jojo on one those "laid back" beaches. she's cute; in that pedophiliac sorta way. according to her new song, she is not that kinda girl. this only stirs those sorta thoughts i shouldnt have. how is it exactly that music execs let this kiddy porn lite on air is beyond my comprehension. if you're specimen with a penis and can sit through her video without the slightest sexual thought, you are probably gay. how old is that kid anyways? turn 18 already so i dont feel like a dirty old man!

fuck, it's high time i wrote about civility and punishment.