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Since a teen in the Hamilton scene, Mel hoofed it from her stomping grounds in Burlington to Hamilton where she would play open stages at the Casbah. She soon became a fixture and met up with local singer Lisa Winn who was pretty much busting out the same kind of styles and rocking everyone’s asses with her knack for flawless harmonies.
Back in 1999 Janine played in an acoustic folk duo with a talented songwriter by the name of Gerald Flemming. They called themselves Dirty Little Secret. DLS were trying to book shows and really wanted to get a gig at C’est What. They ended up contacting well-known indie musician Erin Smith of the Erin Smith Band and asking if she would help set up a show. She heard the tunes and liked ‘em and said “sure!” Thus began some kinda great friendship and musical collaboration that would just get better as the years passed. Erin and Janine shared a creepily similar background before they met as they both went to York University for Theatre (Erin got a degree in Fine Arts, Janine only lasted one year). They're both really crafty and stuff. They both really like chocolate.
Erin and Lisa met in a dive bar in Hamilton called Corktown way back in the good ol' days of the late 1990's. Lisa was singing and playing djembe in a band called Project Hum. Erin thought Lisa was cool. Erin was singing backing vocals for her then-boyfriend's band Edison Machine. Lisa thought Erin was cool. They sat backstage and talked about how cool they both were. Lisa's hair was down to her butt at that time and Erin's hair was purple, blue and red. Little did they know that they'd both become a part of the greatest band in the universe....(for the record Lisa has since ditched Project Hum and Erin has since ditched that boyfriend).
The Untrue Version: Mel & Erin met while attending a Lion Taming camp for troubled youths. They had both been sent there for being bad, really bad. Neither one of them took to lion taming particularly well, and both had unfortunate incidents involving one lovely hand and a big ol' mouth full of lion-sized teeth. Let's just say that the teeth won. After obtaining prosthetic hands, they both looked at each other, shook their heads and said "We really oughta be playing music."
The True Version: Mel & Erin met at an Erin Smith Band soundcheck at everybody's favourite venue, C'est What. Neen had been telling Erin & Melissa how much they'd like each other, and so she brought Melissa to Erin's soundcheck. As it turns out Neen was right - they really like each other. Piece of Useless Information: For some reason, Erin recalls that she was soundchecking the song "Fuel" right before she met Melissa.
Janine remembers first seeing Lisa sing at Hamilton Place where she was doing back-up vocals for Rob Lamothe. Instantly smitten with Lisa’s perfect voice, Janine did not feel worthy. Lisa and Janine actually met through doing shows in the Toronto scene (I believe C'est What was where they first chatted it up) and soon became good buddies. Janine even had Lisa perform at her CD release Party for her first record. Now that’s love in the dirtiest, filthiest definition available…
Back in 1998 Janine and Melissa appeared at the same open stage at Free Times Café. Janine was debating with her friend Jeremy about which one of them would have a better chance at picking up the hot chick sitting across the way. Since Janine was way too nervous to make a move, her friend Harmony went over and asked Melissa if she would join Janine and her friends at their table. An instant deep acquaintance was made. Melissa and Janine exchanged phone numbers (no spit was swapped) and kept in half-assed contact until one day Janine and her greasy jerk of an ex-boyfriend went hiking at a conservation area. The greasy jerk decided it would be funny to try to hit on the parking lot kiosk girl in front of Janine, but Janine instantly recognized the kiosk girl to be Melissa and a newly defined friendship was rekindled. Perhaps this fated meeting was the reason for Janine to date a greasy jerk in the first place. TIP: Always date greasy jerks ‘cause cool stuff will happen.
Melissa and Janine worked for the same company for a spell (both worked as receptionists) and would spend lunch hours playing duo shows at the local Second Cup and plotting how to escape the evil grips of corporate whoredom. During this time they hatched plans to tour together and they also watched a whack of Zaboomafoo. In 2002 they planned to tour to the east coast of Canada and play some shows. They figured it would be cool to bring some more girls along for the trip so they could all mutually promote each other’s music and do an in-the-round style show. Melissa brought in Lisa and Janine brought in Erin. All girls knew each other through years of playing in the Toronto-Hamilton scenes. But this would be the first time they would all collaborate together.
This first tour to the east coast in 2002 was called The Mother Folker Tour. Thankfully, we were met with some kind of legal bullshit over the use of the name "Mother Folker". It was a stupid name. We knew that. But it was much better than The Eight Tit Tour. We knew it was only temporary deal. This tour was only going to be a one-time thing... or so we thunked.
When we finished the folking tour we had come away with this amazing bond. Not only personally, but musically also. What we created with ease as a group really impressed us (and we’re not so easy to impress). There was such a heavy feeling of loss at saying goodbye to this tour that we couldn’t wait until we could do it all again. We were now a full-blown side project. Soon we became known as the Ladybird Sideshow. How’d that happen? Well, we’re ladies, see? And then there’s birds… which is also a swanky way of sayin’ “fine lady”. And then there’s the “sideshow”, which suggests “side project” or “freak show” – and we certainly have elements of both. Fairly self-explanatory and kitschy enough to be completely unpretentious and honest. Like us.
Since the Mother Folker Tour and the official birth of the Ladybird Sideshow, we’ve been continuing to collaborate, play shows and tour as a posse. There’s a whole whack of love in this little group of cute girls. We’re more than willing to share the love with ya. Get on the wagon! Our music is fucking great and there is something for everyone. It’s our guarantee or we’ll give you your pants back.
Giver Flames Giver!
If you live in Calgary, your hockey team is currently duking it out for the Stanley Cup. In Toronto, our hockey team is doing it up rich-guy styles on some golf course in Miami. If you live in Calgary, during the second week of May, Mother Nature dumped a buttload of snow on your oil and cattle fields. If you live in Toronto, during the second week of May, you wore flip-flops and miniskirts (yes... the fellas, too) and went out for ice cream cones at the local mom and pop shop to the tune of 29°C (no clouds). The Ladybirds will often be quoted as referring to Calgary as “Feckin’ Calgary”. We use this term in the most affectionate of ways. It all pretty much stems from the fact that there is a giant crater in the center of the city that seems impossible to navigate around. Try to find a specific location on a given street and the road suddenly drops into oblivion leaving you willing a bridge to appear out of thin air to carry you safely across to the other side.
Even though Feckin’ Calgary is pretty far from Toronto we still love you. We support your hockey team (unless the Flames are playing the Leafs). We feel your pain when you have bad weather. We applaud your rise to becoming an economic super-power (we may need a loan some day). And we, like some of you, agree that Ralph deserved a good ole pie-in-the-face. No one appreciates a decent joke these days.
Why have I brought this up? I don’t know, to be honest. I guess it’s ‘cause I slagged Calgary the other day in a conversation and I felt badly about it afterwards. Calgary is a great place. Even though we’re very different in many ways, we got that whole Canadian tie that keeps us good buddies. Please never try to become your own country, Calgary. We would miss you far too much there, Tiger. Oh yeah, and how ‘bout you win a trophy for us too, eh?
Say What?
Speaking of grave injustices… Seems that our old friend C’est What is dishin’ out some pesky news. The landlords that own the property are tripling the rent and C’est What might be forced to close down Nia (the music room). This would be amoung one of the stupidest things that’s ever happened in the history of the world. I think that all of the ‘birds would agree that this is not only our absolute favourite venue to perform at in Toronto, but it’s also the best venue to watch live music. If you feel as passionately about this as we do, make sure to get in touch with C’est What and beg them to reassess their priorities and keep Nia open for business. http://www.cestwhat.com
Your LBSS Correspondent,
Neener
P.S. Congratulations to Fantasia for kicking some American Idol ass! Tip: Don't let those greedy weiners suck you dry.
The Untrue Version: Mel & Erin met while attending a Lion Taming camp for troubled youths. They had both been sent there for being bad, really bad. Neither one of them took to lion taming particularly well, and both had unfortunate incidents involving one lovely hand and a big ol' mouth full of lion-sized teeth. Let's just say that the teeth won. After obtaining prosthetic hands, they both looked at each other, shook their heads and said "We really oughta be playing music."
The True Version: Mel & Erin met at an Erin Smith Band soundcheck at everybody's favourite venue, C'est What. Neen had been telling Erin & Melissa how much they'd like each other, and so she brought Melissa to Erin's soundcheck. As it turns out Neen was right - they really like each other. Piece of Useless Information: For some reason, Erin recalls that she was soundchecking the song "Fuel" right before she met Melissa.
Janine remembers first seeing Lisa sing at Hamilton Place where she was doing back-up vocals for Rob Lamothe. Instantly smitten with Lisa’s perfect voice, Janine did not feel worthy. Lisa and Janine actually met through doing shows in the Toronto scene (I believe C'est What was where they first chatted it up) and soon became good buddies. Janine even had Lisa perform at her CD release Party for her first record. Now that’s love in the dirtiest, filthiest definition available…
Back in 1998 Janine and Melissa appeared at the same open stage at Free Times Café. Janine was debating with her friend Jeremy about which one of them would have a better chance at picking up the hot chick sitting across the way. Since Janine was way too nervous to make a move, her friend Harmony went over and asked Melissa if she would join Janine and her friends at their table. An instant deep acquaintance was made. Melissa and Janine exchanged phone numbers (no spit was swapped) and kept in half-assed contact until one day Janine and her greasy jerk of an ex-boyfriend went hiking at a conservation area. The greasy jerk decided it would be funny to try to hit on the parking lot kiosk girl in front of Janine, but Janine instantly recognized the kiosk girl to be Melissa and a newly defined friendship was rekindled. Perhaps this fated meeting was the reason for Janine to date a greasy jerk in the first place. TIP: Always date greasy jerks ‘cause cool stuff will happen.
Melissa and Janine worked for the same company for a spell (both worked as receptionists) and would spend lunch hours playing duo shows at the local Second Cup and plotting how to escape the evil grips of corporate whoredom. During this time they hatched plans to tour together and they also watched a whack of Zaboomafoo. In 2002 they planned to tour to the east coast of Canada and play some shows. They figured it would be cool to bring some more girls along for the trip so they could all mutually promote each other’s music and do an in-the-round style show. Melissa brought in Lisa and Janine brought in Erin. All girls knew each other through years of playing in the Toronto-Hamilton scenes. But this would be the first time they would all collaborate together.
This first tour to the east coast in 2002 was called The Mother Folker Tour. Thankfully, we were met with some kind of legal bullshit over the use of the name "Mother Folker". It was a stupid name. We knew that. But it was much better than The Eight Tit Tour. We knew it was only temporary deal. This tour was only going to be a one-time thing... or so we thunked.
When we finished the folking tour we had come away with this amazing bond. Not only personally, but musically also. What we created with ease as a group really impressed us (and we’re not so easy to impress). There was such a heavy feeling of loss at saying goodbye to this tour that we couldn’t wait until we could do it all again. We were now a full-blown side project. Soon we became known as the Ladybird Sideshow. How’d that happen? Well, we’re ladies, see? And then there’s birds… which is also a swanky way of sayin’ “fine lady”. And then there’s the “sideshow”, which suggests “side project” or “freak show” – and we certainly have elements of both. Fairly self-explanatory and kitschy enough to be completely unpretentious and honest. Like us.
Since the Mother Folker Tour and the official birth of the Ladybird Sideshow, we’ve been continuing to collaborate, play shows and tour as a posse. There’s a whole whack of love in this little group of cute girls. We’re more than willing to share the love with ya. Get on the wagon! Our music is fucking great and there is something for everyone. It’s our guarantee or we’ll give you your pants back.
Giver Flames Giver!
If you live in Calgary, your hockey team is currently duking it out for the Stanley Cup. In Toronto, our hockey team is doing it up rich-guy styles on some golf course in Miami. If you live in Calgary, during the second week of May, Mother Nature dumped a buttload of snow on your oil and cattle fields. If you live in Toronto, during the second week of May, you wore flip-flops and miniskirts (yes... the fellas, too) and went out for ice cream cones at the local mom and pop shop to the tune of 29°C (no clouds). The Ladybirds will often be quoted as referring to Calgary as “Feckin’ Calgary”. We use this term in the most affectionate of ways. It all pretty much stems from the fact that there is a giant crater in the center of the city that seems impossible to navigate around. Try to find a specific location on a given street and the road suddenly drops into oblivion leaving you willing a bridge to appear out of thin air to carry you safely across to the other side.
Even though Feckin’ Calgary is pretty far from Toronto we still love you. We support your hockey team (unless the Flames are playing the Leafs). We feel your pain when you have bad weather. We applaud your rise to becoming an economic super-power (we may need a loan some day). And we, like some of you, agree that Ralph deserved a good ole pie-in-the-face. No one appreciates a decent joke these days.
Why have I brought this up? I don’t know, to be honest. I guess it’s ‘cause I slagged Calgary the other day in a conversation and I felt badly about it afterwards. Calgary is a great place. Even though we’re very different in many ways, we got that whole Canadian tie that keeps us good buddies. Please never try to become your own country, Calgary. We would miss you far too much there, Tiger. Oh yeah, and how ‘bout you win a trophy for us too, eh?
Say What?
Speaking of grave injustices… Seems that our old friend C’est What is dishin’ out some pesky news. The landlords that own the property are tripling the rent and C’est What might be forced to close down Nia (the music room). This would be amoung one of the stupidest things that’s ever happened in the history of the world. I think that all of the ‘birds would agree that this is not only our absolute favourite venue to perform at in Toronto, but it’s also the best venue to watch live music. If you feel as passionately about this as we do, make sure to get in touch with C’est What and beg them to reassess their priorities and keep Nia open for business. http://www.cestwhat.com
Your LBSS Correspondent,
Neener
P.S. Congratulations to Fantasia for kicking some American Idol ass! Tip: Don't let those greedy weiners suck you dry.
Janine remembers first seeing Lisa sing at Hamilton Place where she was doing back-up vocals for Rob Lamothe. Instantly smitten with Lisa’s perfect voice, Janine did not feel worthy. Lisa and Janine actually met through doing shows in the Toronto scene (I believe C'est What was where they first chatted it up) and soon became good buddies. Janine even had Lisa perform at her CD release Party for her first record. Now that’s love in the dirtiest, filthiest definition available…
Back in 1998 Janine and Melissa appeared at the same open stage at Free Times Café. Janine was debating with her friend Jeremy about which one of them would have a better chance at picking up the hot chick sitting across the way. Since Janine was way too nervous to make a move, her friend Harmony went over and asked Melissa if she would join Janine and her friends at their table. An instant deep acquaintance was made. Melissa and Janine exchanged phone numbers (no spit was swapped) and kept in half-assed contact until one day Janine and her greasy jerk of an ex-boyfriend went hiking at a conservation area. The greasy jerk decided it would be funny to try to hit on the parking lot kiosk girl in front of Janine, but Janine instantly recognized the kiosk girl to be Melissa and a newly defined friendship was rekindled. Perhaps this fated meeting was the reason for Janine to date a greasy jerk in the first place. TIP: Always date greasy jerks ‘cause cool stuff will happen.
Melissa and Janine worked for the same company for a spell (both worked as receptionists) and would spend lunch hours playing duo shows at the local Second Cup and plotting how to escape the evil grips of corporate whoredom. During this time they hatched plans to tour together and they also watched a whack of Zaboomafoo. In 2002 they planned to tour to the east coast of Canada and play some shows. They figured it would be cool to bring some more girls along for the trip so they could all mutually promote each other’s music and do an in-the-round style show. Melissa brought in Lisa and Janine brought in Erin. All girls knew each other through years of playing in the Toronto-Hamilton scenes. But this would be the first time they would all collaborate together.
This first tour to the east coast in 2002 was called The Mother Folker Tour. Thankfully, we were met with some kind of legal bullshit over the use of the name "Mother Folker". It was a stupid name. We knew that. But it was much better than The Eight Tit Tour. We knew it was only temporary deal. This tour was only going to be a one-time thing... or so we thunked.
When we finished the folking tour we had come away with this amazing bond. Not only personally, but musically also. What we created with ease as a group really impressed us (and we’re not so easy to impress). There was such a heavy feeling of loss at saying goodbye to this tour that we couldn’t wait until we could do it all again. We were now a full-blown side project. Soon we became known as the Ladybird Sideshow. How’d that happen? Well, we’re ladies, see? And then there’s birds… which is also a swanky way of sayin’ “fine lady”. And then there’s the “sideshow”, which suggests “side project” or “freak show” – and we certainly have elements of both. Fairly self-explanatory and kitschy enough to be completely unpretentious and honest. Like us.
Since the Mother Folker Tour and the official birth of the Ladybird Sideshow, we’ve been continuing to collaborate, play shows and tour as a posse. There’s a whole whack of love in this little group of cute girls. We’re more than willing to share the love with ya. Get on the wagon! Our music is fucking great and there is something for everyone. It’s our guarantee or we’ll give you your pants back.
Giver Flames Giver!
If you live in Calgary, your hockey team is currently duking it out for the Stanley Cup. In Toronto, our hockey team is doing it up rich-guy styles on some golf course in Miami. If you live in Calgary, during the second week of May, Mother Nature dumped a buttload of snow on your oil and cattle fields. If you live in Toronto, during the second week of May, you wore flip-flops and miniskirts (yes... the fellas, too) and went out for ice cream cones at the local mom and pop shop to the tune of 29°C (no clouds). The Ladybirds will often be quoted as referring to Calgary as “Feckin’ Calgary”. We use this term in the most affectionate of ways. It all pretty much stems from the fact that there is a giant crater in the center of the city that seems impossible to navigate around. Try to find a specific location on a given street and the road suddenly drops into oblivion leaving you willing a bridge to appear out of thin air to carry you safely across to the other side.
Even though Feckin’ Calgary is pretty far from Toronto we still love you. We support your hockey team (unless the Flames are playing the Leafs). We feel your pain when you have bad weather. We applaud your rise to becoming an economic super-power (we may need a loan some day). And we, like some of you, agree that Ralph deserved a good ole pie-in-the-face. No one appreciates a decent joke these days.
Why have I brought this up? I don’t know, to be honest. I guess it’s ‘cause I slagged Calgary the other day in a conversation and I felt badly about it afterwards. Calgary is a great place. Even though we’re very different in many ways, we got that whole Canadian tie that keeps us good buddies. Please never try to become your own country, Calgary. We would miss you far too much there, Tiger. Oh yeah, and how ‘bout you win a trophy for us too, eh?
Say What?
Speaking of grave injustices… Seems that our old friend C’est What is dishin’ out some pesky news. The landlords that own the property are tripling the rent and C’est What might be forced to close down Nia (the music room). This would be amoung one of the stupidest things that’s ever happened in the history of the world. I think that all of the ‘birds would agree that this is not only our absolute favourite venue to perform at in Toronto, but it’s also the best venue to watch live music. If you feel as passionately about this as we do, make sure to get in touch with C’est What and beg them to reassess their priorities and keep Nia open for business. http://www.cestwhat.com
Your LBSS Correspondent,
Neener
P.S. Congratulations to Fantasia for kicking some American Idol ass! Tip: Don't let those greedy weiners suck you dry.
This first tour to the east coast in 2002 was called The Mother Folker Tour. Thankfully, we were met with some kind of legal bullshit over the use of the name "Mother Folker". It was a stupid name. We knew that. But it was much better than The Eight Tit Tour. We knew it was only temporary deal. This tour was only going to be a one-time thing... or so we thunked.
When we finished the folking tour we had come away with this amazing bond. Not only personally, but musically also. What we created with ease as a group really impressed us (and we’re not so easy to impress). There was such a heavy feeling of loss at saying goodbye to this tour that we couldn’t wait until we could do it all again. We were now a full-blown side project. Soon we became known as the Ladybird Sideshow. How’d that happen? Well, we’re ladies, see? And then there’s birds… which is also a swanky way of sayin’ “fine lady”. And then there’s the “sideshow”, which suggests “side project” or “freak show” – and we certainly have elements of both. Fairly self-explanatory and kitschy enough to be completely unpretentious and honest. Like us.
Since the Mother Folker Tour and the official birth of the Ladybird Sideshow, we’ve been continuing to collaborate, play shows and tour as a posse. There’s a whole whack of love in this little group of cute girls. We’re more than willing to share the love with ya. Get on the wagon! Our music is fucking great and there is something for everyone. It’s our guarantee or we’ll give you your pants back.
Giver Flames Giver!
If you live in Calgary, your hockey team is currently duking it out for the Stanley Cup. In Toronto, our hockey team is doing it up rich-guy styles on some golf course in Miami. If you live in Calgary, during the second week of May, Mother Nature dumped a buttload of snow on your oil and cattle fields. If you live in Toronto, during the second week of May, you wore flip-flops and miniskirts (yes... the fellas, too) and went out for ice cream cones at the local mom and pop shop to the tune of 29°C (no clouds). The Ladybirds will often be quoted as referring to Calgary as “Feckin’ Calgary”. We use this term in the most affectionate of ways. It all pretty much stems from the fact that there is a giant crater in the center of the city that seems impossible to navigate around. Try to find a specific location on a given street and the road suddenly drops into oblivion leaving you willing a bridge to appear out of thin air to carry you safely across to the other side.
Even though Feckin’ Calgary is pretty far from Toronto we still love you. We support your hockey team (unless the Flames are playing the Leafs). We feel your pain when you have bad weather. We applaud your rise to becoming an economic super-power (we may need a loan some day). And we, like some of you, agree that Ralph deserved a good ole pie-in-the-face. No one appreciates a decent joke these days.
Why have I brought this up? I don’t know, to be honest. I guess it’s ‘cause I slagged Calgary the other day in a conversation and I felt badly about it afterwards. Calgary is a great place. Even though we’re very different in many ways, we got that whole Canadian tie that keeps us good buddies. Please never try to become your own country, Calgary. We would miss you far too much there, Tiger. Oh yeah, and how ‘bout you win a trophy for us too, eh?
Say What?
Speaking of grave injustices… Seems that our old friend C’est What is dishin’ out some pesky news. The landlords that own the property are tripling the rent and C’est What might be forced to close down Nia (the music room). This would be amoung one of the stupidest things that’s ever happened in the history of the world. I think that all of the ‘birds would agree that this is not only our absolute favourite venue to perform at in Toronto, but it’s also the best venue to watch live music. If you feel as passionately about this as we do, make sure to get in touch with C’est What and beg them to reassess their priorities and keep Nia open for business. http://www.cestwhat.com
Your LBSS Correspondent,
Neener
P.S. Congratulations to Fantasia for kicking some American Idol ass! Tip: Don't let those greedy weiners suck you dry.
Since the Mother Folker Tour and the official birth of the Ladybird Sideshow, we’ve been continuing to collaborate, play shows and tour as a posse. There’s a whole whack of love in this little group of cute girls. We’re more than willing to share the love with ya. Get on the wagon! Our music is fucking great and there is something for everyone. It’s our guarantee or we’ll give you your pants back.
Giver Flames Giver!
If you live in Calgary, your hockey team is currently duking it out for the Stanley Cup. In Toronto, our hockey team is doing it up rich-guy styles on some golf course in Miami. If you live in Calgary, during the second week of May, Mother Nature dumped a buttload of snow on your oil and cattle fields. If you live in Toronto, during the second week of May, you wore flip-flops and miniskirts (yes... the fellas, too) and went out for ice cream cones at the local mom and pop shop to the tune of 29°C (no clouds). The Ladybirds will often be quoted as referring to Calgary as “Feckin’ Calgary”. We use this term in the most affectionate of ways. It all pretty much stems from the fact that there is a giant crater in the center of the city that seems impossible to navigate around. Try to find a specific location on a given street and the road suddenly drops into oblivion leaving you willing a bridge to appear out of thin air to carry you safely across to the other side.
Even though Feckin’ Calgary is pretty far from Toronto we still love you. We support your hockey team (unless the Flames are playing the Leafs). We feel your pain when you have bad weather. We applaud your rise to becoming an economic super-power (we may need a loan some day). And we, like some of you, agree that Ralph deserved a good ole pie-in-the-face. No one appreciates a decent joke these days.
Why have I brought this up? I don’t know, to be honest. I guess it’s ‘cause I slagged Calgary the other day in a conversation and I felt badly about it afterwards. Calgary is a great place. Even though we’re very different in many ways, we got that whole Canadian tie that keeps us good buddies. Please never try to become your own country, Calgary. We would miss you far too much there, Tiger. Oh yeah, and how ‘bout you win a trophy for us too, eh?
Say What?
Speaking of grave injustices… Seems that our old friend C’est What is dishin’ out some pesky news. The landlords that own the property are tripling the rent and C’est What might be forced to close down Nia (the music room). This would be amoung one of the stupidest things that’s ever happened in the history of the world. I think that all of the ‘birds would agree that this is not only our absolute favourite venue to perform at in Toronto, but it’s also the best venue to watch live music. If you feel as passionately about this as we do, make sure to get in touch with C’est What and beg them to reassess their priorities and keep Nia open for business. http://www.cestwhat.com
Your LBSS Correspondent,
Neener
P.S. Congratulations to Fantasia for kicking some American Idol ass! Tip: Don't let those greedy weiners suck you dry.
If you live in Calgary, your hockey team is currently duking it out for the Stanley Cup. In Toronto, our hockey team is doing it up rich-guy styles on some golf course in Miami. If you live in Calgary, during the second week of May, Mother Nature dumped a buttload of snow on your oil and cattle fields. If you live in Toronto, during the second week of May, you wore flip-flops and miniskirts (yes... the fellas, too) and went out for ice cream cones at the local mom and pop shop to the tune of 29°C (no clouds). The Ladybirds will often be quoted as referring to Calgary as “Feckin’ Calgary”. We use this term in the most affectionate of ways. It all pretty much stems from the fact that there is a giant crater in the center of the city that seems impossible to navigate around. Try to find a specific location on a given street and the road suddenly drops into oblivion leaving you willing a bridge to appear out of thin air to carry you safely across to the other side.
Even though Feckin’ Calgary is pretty far from Toronto we still love you. We support your hockey team (unless the Flames are playing the Leafs). We feel your pain when you have bad weather. We applaud your rise to becoming an economic super-power (we may need a loan some day). And we, like some of you, agree that Ralph deserved a good ole pie-in-the-face. No one appreciates a decent joke these days.
Why have I brought this up? I don’t know, to be honest. I guess it’s ‘cause I slagged Calgary the other day in a conversation and I felt badly about it afterwards. Calgary is a great place. Even though we’re very different in many ways, we got that whole Canadian tie that keeps us good buddies. Please never try to become your own country, Calgary. We would miss you far too much there, Tiger. Oh yeah, and how ‘bout you win a trophy for us too, eh?
Say What?
Speaking of grave injustices… Seems that our old friend C’est What is dishin’ out some pesky news. The landlords that own the property are tripling the rent and C’est What might be forced to close down Nia (the music room). This would be amoung one of the stupidest things that’s ever happened in the history of the world. I think that all of the ‘birds would agree that this is not only our absolute favourite venue to perform at in Toronto, but it’s also the best venue to watch live music. If you feel as passionately about this as we do, make sure to get in touch with C’est What and beg them to reassess their priorities and keep Nia open for business. http://www.cestwhat.com
Your LBSS Correspondent,
Neener
P.S. Congratulations to Fantasia for kicking some American Idol ass! Tip: Don't let those greedy weiners suck you dry.
Why have I brought this up? I don’t know, to be honest. I guess it’s ‘cause I slagged Calgary the other day in a conversation and I felt badly about it afterwards. Calgary is a great place. Even though we’re very different in many ways, we got that whole Canadian tie that keeps us good buddies. Please never try to become your own country, Calgary. We would miss you far too much there, Tiger. Oh yeah, and how ‘bout you win a trophy for us too, eh?
Say What?
Speaking of grave injustices… Seems that our old friend C’est What is dishin’ out some pesky news. The landlords that own the property are tripling the rent and C’est What might be forced to close down Nia (the music room). This would be amoung one of the stupidest things that’s ever happened in the history of the world. I think that all of the ‘birds would agree that this is not only our absolute favourite venue to perform at in Toronto, but it’s also the best venue to watch live music. If you feel as passionately about this as we do, make sure to get in touch with C’est What and beg them to reassess their priorities and keep Nia open for business. http://www.cestwhat.com
Your LBSS Correspondent,
Neener
P.S. Congratulations to Fantasia for kicking some American Idol ass! Tip: Don't let those greedy weiners suck you dry.
Speaking of grave injustices… Seems that our old friend C’est What is dishin’ out some pesky news. The landlords that own the property are tripling the rent and C’est What might be forced to close down Nia (the music room). This would be amoung one of the stupidest things that’s ever happened in the history of the world. I think that all of the ‘birds would agree that this is not only our absolute favourite venue to perform at in Toronto, but it’s also the best venue to watch live music. If you feel as passionately about this as we do, make sure to get in touch with C’est What and beg them to reassess their priorities and keep Nia open for business. http://www.cestwhat.com
Your LBSS Correspondent,
Neener
P.S. Congratulations to Fantasia for kicking some American Idol ass! Tip: Don't let those greedy weiners suck you dry.
Neener
