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Wednesday night; Alex P. Keatons.
I played my first REAL concert.
We were pretty well recieved by our little audience, but are not meant for a bar setting.
It’s hard to review ones own show.
The band we opened for was Harvest Chant.
They were so good!
Everybody should go to their show at The London Music Club on January 9th.
Holy shit!
It’s almost Christmas!!
Merry XXXmas,
Herman
This weekend I was sitting at home and I thought it would be a good consumer of time to go see a movie. I arrived at the theatre only to see nothing appeared worthwhile to see but I had driven all that way so I chose Gone Baby Gone. I went in exoecting the worst but was thoroughly surprised. Under the direction of Ben Affleck who knew it would be so thought-provoking. The use of hand held cameras and the camera angels gave it a very intimate feeling. Personally Ben Affleck belongs behind the camera whereas his younger brother Casey deserves more time in the spotlight. The role of Patrick Kenzie could not have been better cast. The bold, 31 year old private investigator from Dorchester, Boston risks his life multiple times to save a littel girl that has been kidnapped from her home.
“So you’re saying you didn’t do it, fine. We’ll take your money and we’ll be on our way. When it turns out you’re lying, I’m gonna spend every nickel of that money to fuck you up. I’m gonna bribe cops to go after you, I’m gonna pay guys to go after your weak fuckin’ crew, and I’m gonna tell all the guys I know that your a C.I. and a rat, and I know a lot of people. And after that your gonna wish you listened to me, cause your shitty pool hall crime syndicate headquarters is gonna get raided, and your doped up bitches are gonna get sent back to louse and this fuckin’ retard right here is gonna be testifying against you for a reduced sentence, while your gettin cornholed in your cell by a gang of crackers. Cause from what I’ve heard, the guys that get sent up concord for killing kids, life for motherfucker.”
The movie did have it’s flaws as well. There were several moments I thought the movie was over. It wasn’t after about the third time of this happening, I was pretty sick of and just wanted to leave. Also, surprisingly, I disliked Morgan Freeman in this movie. He portrayed the character very well but it wasn’t a bestseller for me. I don’t think he should be expecting another academy award for this. Sorry.
Other than that, I recommend this movie, but I recommend you wait until it is available on dvd to watch it, you don’t need to spend the rediculous $10.25 and the extra seven or so dollars on food.
On Friday night Motha Pain and myself ventured into the world of Hip Hop. What better world to enter then the one ruled by London’s own Shad K. A packed and sweaty Call the Office greeted our arrival and welcomed us with beats and rhymes. First on stage was a group from Missisauga, The Runaway, who mixes classic hip hop with a whole lot a’ soul. Highlights include “Name from a Woman”, an homage to women’s rights, and a cover of Cindy Lauper’s “Time after Time”. Due to the weather being incredibly generous a large amount of time was spent sitting outside on the patio and catching up with old friends and meeting new ones. With that note, the second group was missed by yours truly. The third group’s name has slipped my mind but one of the members is RELIC, an amazing artist in the Canadian hip hop scene.
When Shad K hit the stage the energy in the room suddenly grew by 300%. He is an amazing performer and knows just how to get the audience into the mood. With all of the dancing and shaking in the room it’s hard to believe that anybody could have been standing still. Shad tops his act off with an incredible backing band; a bassist who can shred like no other, a drummer who turns out beat after beat, and DJ TLO.
Everything that was expected and so much more was delivered on Friday night. Our hip hop hungry souls have been filled until next time Shad K comes back into town. My $10.00 were not wasted and my feet were justly sacrificed. Thankyou Shad K, thankyou.
Until next time, HerMAN SLAUGHTER
