Showing posts with label Ripping Shit Up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ripping Shit Up. Show all posts

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Thanks Georgia Straight!


Rod Filbrant illustration



And thanks Jacqueline Turner, for naming disjunct! performance series best disjunctive literary performance series in the 2008 Georgia Straight Best of Vancouver issue! We weren't even aware of the category.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

suck harder; you are becoming a poet

i always knew dave chokroun was some kind of insane genius, but the extent of his mad brilliance was not totally clear to me until the i saw the sorrow and the pity at the cobalt's fake jazz wednesdays series on jan. 24th. holy shit. not only can the man play the drums whilst screaming about fucking the system, eating shit, and counting donuts (this is no small feat; i once played the skins myself, and talking at the same time is bloody difficult. nevermind screaming coherently; in time) but he sounds brilliant whilst doing so. robots on fire will be at the cobalt this upcoming wednesday and it promises to be another ripping good time. as long as you don't mind your shoes sticking to the floor, or the possibility of acquiring various strains of hep from touching flat surfaces inside the club. a banner at the back asserts that this is vancouver's hardcore bar, and i have no reason to doubt them. (see previous post re: my middle-class upbringing.) bring purell.