2 02 2004
Well, I was busy feeling sorry for myself. After having to spend over $100 on the electronics of my heating fan in the Escort (and not even getting any Canadian Tire money because it was all labour charges), I found out that I was the lucky one in my family this month. David, John and my parents all had cars crap out on them in the last couple of weeks.
The most recent was on Saturday. I got a call from John around 2:00 PM asking me to come help. Their new Plymouth Voyager died at Major Mac and Islington. I drove out to meet up with them, and drove Seiko and the kids home. Long day, but it was good to see Seiko and the kids despite the circumstances.
After that event, I drove up to Newmarket to a hole-in-the-ground bar, The Long Weekend. Paul was there too, and we couldn’t stop giggling at how ‘Barrie’ the place was. Despite that, (or maybe because of that,) we had a great time. The first four bands to be featured in the Next Door Noise articles in One80 magazine were on the bill. They were all good, and ranged from young’uns with stars in their eyes (Pangea) to established musicians (little SUNDAY) to groups that seem to just do this for the fun of it (The Hellz Kitchen Show and Feebo).
I got to sit back and chat with THKS before their set. One Hell of a fun group of guys. Every show I’ve gone to, I’ve been more and more impressed by them. More angst-ridden than Korn’s usually disturbed lyrics, but much the same sound. Additional kudos to any group that could fit six musicians and their instruments on that small stage!
A lot of money was raised for War Child Canada. I know the number, but I’m not sure I have the privilege to note how much here. In any case, the primary objective was accomplished, and ditto to the secondary objective of hearing some really good Indie music.
Sunday was quiet - not worth writing about and certainly not worth writing about.
The only other thing I can think to note is that one of my classmates had a supporting role in AntiTrust. Last week I mentioned something about how cool it was to have classes where the prof’s have their own IMDB pages. Now I’m finding it far cooler to have a classmate with his own IMDB page.
This is no Captain Picard in a cab or Joe Flaherty in the PATH or even sharing a Bank of Montreal Lineup with Graham Greene (my only celebrity encounters to date). Despite that, I still kinda rate it up there because having a weekly class with someone is a bit more interactive than, “Hey! That was Patrick Stewart in that taxi that is now driving away from me!”.
When I mentioned to Yee Jee that I recognized him in the first-week’s class, and it took me two weeks to figure it out, I think he was flattered. There’s a million ways someone who is in a big-budget, Hollywood release can react when they’re spotted by ‘commoners’, but it’s reasonable to assume that it’s often a derivative of one of two results - Welcoming the recognition or “oh my Gawd, please realize that I’m not the characters I play, but a real person, now get away from me”. However, I seemed to get the idea that Yee Jee was more flattered by the recognition than put off by it. Like when one little thing happens in your day and it brightens everything up.
Okay, maybe I’m being self-important and a little bit presumptuous. However, one of the reasons I want to get into the film business is for fame… and if _I_ had someone recognize me from my work, then I’d be consider it a pretty good day too.
