A Conversation With A Six Year Old.

Katey (trying to tie her shoe): I'm not very good at this.

Kayak: That's okay. You will be soon.

Katey: How soon?

Kayak: That depends. It just takes practice. Besides, pobody's nerfect.

Katey: What did you say?

Kayak: I said pobody's nerfect.

Katey: I think you mean nobody's perfect.

Kayak: That's what I said. Pobody's nerfect.

Katey: Say it with me. Nobody's...

Kayak: Nobody's...

Katey: Perfect.

Kayak: Perfect.

Katey: Good. Now, put it together.

Kayak: Pobody's nerfect. How'd I do?

Katey: (shaking her head) I just don't know how to tie my shoe. You have real problems!

This kid rocks!

Here's the deal.

I'm wicked fucking busy at my job and, as much as I'd love to be posting more shit up here, it's just not gonna be possible for the next few weeks.

So, in an attempt to not completely abandon my poor little blog, here is a video. It is of a Japanese girl playing Carry on My Wayward Son on the organ.

Holy shit, she's amazing!

Stick around for the end to hear the totally lame-ass ovation she gets. What's with the audience, here? Do they have their heads up their asses? They should be giving this kid a 10 minute fucking standing ovation!

Some people just don't appreciate the talent of our youth. Or of the band Kansas.

Enjoy.


Jim out.

Frank Perry

Last night I attended the 5th Anniversary Party for the Bad Dog Theatre. It was an enjoyable evening, spent with some of Toronto's finest improvisers.

And there was cake!

Anyway...in addition to reconnecting with quite a few old friends, I also found something incredible on the mens' room floor. It is, without a doubt, the coolest, least disgusting thing I've ever found on a men's room floor.

A demo tape!

demo tape!

Somebody's poor, abandoned demo tape. Frank Perry's demo tape, in fact...forsaken and unceremoniously dropped on the cold tile of the Black Swan's men's room floor.

I picked it up, washed my hands a couple more times (mens' room floor...ew), and put it in my pocket.

Frank Perry's pretty lucky that his demo tape was recovered by somebody as apathetic about electronics as me. I haven't bought a new stereo since, like, 1994, so I've got a tape deck.

This morning I popped the tape in and gave it a listen.

Not bad, Frank Perry. I especially enjoyed your cover of "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by the Stones...although, personally, I would have used less echo in the vocals.

If I was in charge of booking talent at the Black Swan, I would definitely consider your earnest acoustic-driven crooning.

That being said, you should probably consider making demo cds from now on. Nobody really listens to tapes anymore, and they're much less likely to break if they're stepped on in the men's room.


Jim Out

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