By Mikey B - The Lonesome Stranger - 02/12/2005

I can specifically remember working on a crisp late summer day in Fairview. It’s those kinds of days where the slightest thing would piss you off… People who know me best know that it takes a lot to piss me off. I can take most physical and verbal abuse and still have a pseudo-smile on my face. This particular day at HMV, however, just killed my spirit. Not because of co-workers, and surprisingly not because of jerk-off customers, but because of the store playlist.

By Mikey B - The Lonesome Stranger - 01/22/2005

6:45 in the pm on Saturday night, I busted my ass to catch the 211 to get downtown. A few days earlier, I was ecstatic to be going to see Bright Eyes at the Spectrum. My spirits were still high, even though the cold was a motherfucker. This time, I didn’t wear my regular concert attire, which by the way usually consists of my black Converse High Tops, a various rock concert T-shirt, and my Saran Wrap leather jacket… ohhh noo… tonight, it was all about layering.

By Jordan-na - Canadian Invasion - 02/12/2005

Sometimes you just want to rock out. Fuck the deep meaning and weird synth sounds. Leave the violin and accordion at home. Lose a few band members and strip down the sound to the three basic elements of rock: guitar, bass and drum. Unfortunately, Montreal is hardly the place to find this type of bare bones rock, as we’re infatuated with our own trendy art rock music scene.

By Katie The K. - Katie the K - 02/05/2005

The Indie Show sometimes feels like a trip outside the classroom into the library. While it may be enjoyable because it is an opportunity to zone out, the library, like the Indie Show, isn't exactly recess and therefore falls short of providing a truly rewarding time. Despite efforts to be zany and irreverent, (with lifesize Lindsay Lohan cutouts in the audience), most indie performances make me feel more like I am participating in the token youth subculture event than actually having fun.

By Alex - Losing My Edge - 02/09/2005