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Silly Descends - Will Canadians Noitce?

So the MP's have all gone home. Worked themselves to the bone for more than two straight months and away they went - some will come back for the summits but that's all just for photo-ops. In their wake they left the oversized omnibus budget Bill C-9, with provisions that have nothing to do with the country's finances, like for example, exempting commercial projects from rules designed to protect the environment - pretty short-sighted in light of the ongoing Deepwater Horizon disaster. There was an agreement on the thorny Afghan detainee document issue that provides the Tories with cover for policy that allowed the handing over of detainees to be tortured by Afghanistan's notorious NDS.

 

Sadly the opposition Liberals didn't seem to have the backbone to do the right thing on any of the major issues dealt with by Parliament in the short spring session - instead of opposing the budget themselves their not so super secret plan was to let the Senate deal with it which didn't work out as hoped. Hope is not a plan.

 

They were happy to criticize the insane costs for the summits, but in the grand scheme of things that's not going to affect Canadians in any great way, other than to make them more cynical. The Conservatives stance against abortion being included as part of maternal health care initiative that was designed to help women in developing nations was incomprehensible, and yet the Liberals didn't stand up to be counted or use it as a teaching moment. It withholds money from programs and people that desperately need it and it keeps in place policies that allow 2.5 million teenagers to have unsafe abortions in those same developing nations.

Unsurprisingly this lot can get no traction and inspires no one in Canada. Of course that doesn't keep them from talking about how great they are. Here's some e-mail addresses you can use all summer long - be polite but be firm. pm@pm.gc.ca, Ignatieff.M@parl.gc.ca, Layton.J@parl.gc.ca

American Hate Radio - New Media and Politics

Hi, and welcome back! Going to try and catch up on the storie I've covered on the radio show but not had time to post. It all begins with Rush Limbaugh this weekend as his brand of sickening hate radio and politics leaves me angry and feeling somewhat hopeless. Why is this tolerated? What does it say about the level and nature of so-called political discourse in the land to the south? The divisive nature plays into corporate interests as they divide us one from the other so they can fleece us. You'll note that he's still defending Joe Barton's (R-Tex) tone deaf apology to BP that has been roundly denounced.

I could almost live with that, but reading the story about Rush attacking the children of the poor - openly mocking their circumstance as if they were somehow responsible was too much for me. I do not understand how he can get away with it. I don't get why someone, anyone doesn't raise a stink about this. How is this not a scandal? Why is he still on the air reaping millions of dollars annually for doing nothing more than regurgitating hate?

 

He is not merely being uncharitable, nor is this parody. This is vile, putrid, low, and unthinkable. There's not a cockroach or insect anywhere on the planet that compares to him. I hesitate to compare him to a living creature - his soul is blacker and more foul than the oil that spews into the Gulf daily. His brain a fetid grey dump of dusty excrement squeezed dry of all humanity after years of Oxycontin abuse and unfettered hate that has seeped into every fibre of his being.

 

Anyhow I got to bed on Thursday too tired to get back up after a week of radio and research and logging and blogging, but I knew I'd got it wrong. It's not what you wish for - that's okay and all, it has it's place - but in the end it's what you fight for. Rush's phone number is 1-800-282-2882 and Rush's e-mail address is rushbo@eibnet.com and you know the address of your local fishwrap - write them and tell them you won't stand for this disgusting behaviour write his sponsors and tell them they can shove their products where the sun don't shine until they stop supporting his hate.

A pleasant thought on the last weekend of spring would be to imagine a world where public policy debates aren't some dreadful political football game all about scoring points at someone else's expense. Instead, the implementation of thoughtful and reasonable ideas based on the best empirical evidence available that benefits the greater good and is not the product of superstition and age old prejudices. That people care about their fellow man and would never make fun of a hungry child or resort to torturing one's enemies. That such behaviour would be deemed unthinkable and the perpetrators of such cowardly acts could never show their faces in public again - that's if they could first escape prosecution.

The 21st Century had such promise.

CJLO @ NXNE: Day 3


Being in Toronto right in this moment is an interesting affair: North By North East has caused the city to be infested with tight-jean-wearing, daddy-pays-the-rent-but-we're-still-independent hipster sycophants. The upcoming G20 summit has infested the city with a variety of law enforcement officials from around the country, patrolling the city and generally looking useless... Case in point: Did the Hyatt Hotel really need over 30 police officers in its lobby, standing around and generally looking lost. The upcoming MuchMusic Video Awards has caused the city to be infested with a menagerie of vapid pop stars, cluttering up the seats with a giant unneeded set. It's a rare convergence of many walks of life, right here.

It's really a perfect storm.
Either that or it makes for quite the mess.
 
Either way, I digress. Who gives a shit about philosophical ranting in faraway cities when there's music at hand?
 
The day kicked off rather early as our man Omar Goodness was drafted, at the last second, to be part of a NXNE panel that was essentially a demo derby. The gist of it was simple: artists sumbitted demos to the panel, along with sets of lyrics. The panel (which included major record label scouts and other assorted illumating figures) would render judgment. Omar tried his best to be nice, but sadly that was short-lived. A quick quote from a response to a song towards the end of the panel: "This kind of music makes me want to put a gun to my head." Yes folks, he really speaks from the heart. All was not lost, though, as a few acts showed genuine talent and originality, which made suffering through the 90-minute panel a little more pleasant.
 
I decided once again to ignore the bigger shows, such as the Yonge/Dundas Sloanstravaganza in favour of striking out on my own and picking bands at random. I took a street car up Dundas to College and got off, quickly heading east to my first find of the night: The Neutral Lounge. Located in the basement of a commercial complex, the dingy setting really cheered me up... The smell of floor cleaner and the fact that I could go pee and stare at insulation somehow made me giddy. What made me even more giddy, though, was Toronto act The Futureless. Three clean-cut dudes in sweater vests and hoodies, rocking out with a menagerie of laptops in front of them? Count me slightly excited. Their set was all crashing waves of harsh beats and tasteful atmospheric layers of music, a melange of darkwave and straight-out ambient tunes. Subdued in tones, the trio managed to built up musical pieces to satisfying climaxes, the payoffs dancy and noisy.
 
UK act spaceships are cool look like an earnest bunch of young adults whose pop sensibilities (as well as love of a variety of instruments) they proudly display for all to see. The high point of their set was definitely the ever-present use of a theremin to add dramatic effect. I ended up texting a variety of people with the words 'THEREMIN, SHIT YEAH', though the reason why I did that wasn't all that clear. Perhaps an over-eagerness to see an instrument utilized properly. Either way, the band put together a decent 35-minute set, seeming happy to just be playing in another country. Their mellow melodies and vocals reminiscent of Built To Spill's Doug Marsch quickly won me over, though the false starts to a few of their tunes showed that they were perhaps a tad nervous. It's all forgivable, though, as their Mountain Goats On The Moon shtick (complete with astronaut uniforms) thankfully had more substance than their gimmicky costumes promised.
 
Sandman Viper Command's set at Sneaky Dees offered little in the way of a pleasant auditory experience. Their guitar-heavy brand of folksy indie rock (think Titus Andronicus, minus the parts that make TA fun) at Sneaky Dee's did little for me, the high point being the melodic vocals reminiscent of mid-period Beach Boys. I regretted my decision to check them out and headed out to the Bovine Sex Club, where I was told there'd be honest-to-God hard rock with real guitar solos.
 
That little tidbit turned out to be true as I made my way through the door just as Netherlands act De Staat were finishing up. They were in the middle of a furious jam, interlocking instruments and gradually speeding up the tempo, bringing the kids to a shrieking, fist-pumping mess. By all accounts their set went down well, so it looked like I'd finally found sweet respite.
 
Queen Kwong offered up a set of thrashy tunes that were reminiscent of early Smashing Pumpkins, sonically, with the vocals of a mid-period Courtney Love... Y'know, the period where Kurt was still alive. Either way, it was a competent yet simply pedestrian set that made me feel absolutely nothing.
 
Brank Bjork and The Bros' demographic can essentially be split up into two groups: heshers and extremely tall people. Their midnight set at the Bovine Sex Club was sweet and groovy, yet the stage was oh-so-very hard to see from anywhere beyond the first row as the legions of black-t-shirt-wearing giants stood around with their mammoth fists clenched under their armpits, arms crossed, ready to be impressed. And impress Bjork did... I wonder what would happen if he decided to clean up and change the name of the band to Brank Bjork and the Persons Of Immediate Interest or the likes. Would the heshers still be okay with that? And yes, there was some Kyuss involved.
 
Also, since when did the kid from Two And A Half Men play guitar in the band? Motherfucker's got a doppleganger who can seriously bang out the sweet, smokin' solos.
 
I quickly exited the club as Bjork and his brethren finished up their set and made my way north towards the Dakota Tavern to see the simply sweet Young Nurses In Love. The TO quintet, who are vocally represented by two women, quickly won me over with their smart pop sensibilities as well as can-do attitude. Their half-hour set was heavy on catchy 'oh/ah' patterns and quirky start-stop rhythms, bringing many in the venue to dance... Well, dance as well as awkward white people can, at least. Culling songs from a recently-released EP as well as playing a brand-new track they hope to put as the opening number on a forthcoming album, the band made quite an impression to those who attended.
 
Rock Plaza Central's surprise stint at the Dakota Tavern at two was a nice treat, though by then I definitely felt the burn of standing for over 8 hours. I stuck around for a bit of their ocean-ccentric tunes, at times haunting yet starkly beautiful. The fact that singer Chris Eaton was sick and thus unable to make the show made for an interesting conundrum: the band pulled up a number of friends and well-wishers onto the stage to sing at various points in the evening, lyric sheets lining the tavern's stage floor. Seeing artists read directly from lyric sheets has become a growing commonplace occurence at my time here in Toronto, as last night's Buck 65 and Walter Schreiffels shows proved. I hope this is not a growing trend in music, or else that might be a sloppy, sloppy problem. Still, the beautiful, stark imagery conjured up by the Toronto collective made for a nice cap to an uneven though in retrospect pleasing evening.
 
Stay tuned for Day 4, as I try my best to psych myself up for a drunken horde of morons who will definitely make up the audience of that outdoor Stooges show. Whoo.
 
PS. There was no secret Jerry Only/Misfits show tonight. I sighed. At least I didn't have to sit through that dude from the Raveonettes DJing, amirite.
PPS. There are now balconies on the MMVAs laser-show set. I think I may have to break in and take pictures tomorrow night.

News June 18th 2010

Read and produced by Lachlan Fletcher.

Stories written by Alina Gotcherian, Jonathan Moore and Jose Espinoza.

CJLO @ NXNE: Day 2


Meeting your idols is always a tricky proposition. What if they turn out to be dicks? What if they're completely uninterested in their craft, their work that you've invested so much emotional time into? What if...? What if, indeed. Sometimes I think up fantastic scenarios at shows while waiting for bands to start: the abovementionned center of my emotional attention will pull up the urinal next to me and I'll stop and pause, and reflect upon my options. Is there a proper protocol for this? After quickly Googling some key search terms ("heroes", "urinals", "chance encounters") and finding some rather strange adult websites, my somewhat ramshackle research leads me to believe that I don't think so, and so it begs many questions. Options: I can shake hands with said person right there and then at the urinal, making myself out to seem like a weirdo. I can politely wait until the object of my mental affection finishes up then mumble my gratefulness as we both wipe our hands, or I could wait outside and seem like a stalker, wringing my hands and air high-fiving myself in terse anticipation.

All this to say that..  I don't really have any real heroes. I thought long and hard tonight, as I stood waiting around for the first part of my evening to start up. There are facets of people that I admire, sure, but there is no one figure whose very being I admire. Keeping that in mind, I do enjoy a lot of things about CBC Radio 2 host Richard Terfry, aka the very groovy Buck 65.

Beginning my evening over at the Rivoli, I was able to catch some of the CBC Radio 2 showcase, which included the aforementioned Terfry as well as Zeus and Grand Analog. The incompetent sound set-up definitely put a dent in the overall fun of the evening, but it was hard to keep a good Canadian rapper down. Zeus' set was 40 minutes of great Canadian roots rock, heavy on the harmonized vocals and stop-start rhythms known to many a kid in skinny jeans. They finished off strong, jamming to their full potential. One of the members even looked like CJLO's very own Gareth Sloan. The semblance was uncanny. Gareth, if you're reading this, we know you can shred at the guitar.... Why didn't you ever bring that up? Shame on you.
 
With Zeus' set out of the way, it was time for my personal main attraction. A man like Buck 65 can be characterized as fearless: I've seen him more than a handful of times and it's always been an intriguing proposition. Sometimes he utilizes a turntable, sometimes he lets someone else handle it. Once in a while he'll tinkle the ivories or entertain others with chance duets. Whatever the occasion, Richard Terfry's brand of folk-fried rap tunes is certainly original... The downside with being fearless in a lot of aspects of the live show can be that while you may wanna take the trip, your audience certainly does not. Nerves were frayed as Buck tore through his set heavy on new material, including most of the tracks off of his just-released Avant EP. Some of the songs were so fresh that Terfry had hand-written lyrics hanging out around him. It is this allure that draws people to Terfry, this trange mystique that allows him to do things that other artists would be mocked for. As CBC Radio 2's Bob Mackowycz said when introducing him, "it's almost as if he leads a double life." It is this life that we pay to see, the ticket to this strange land of mystical creatures, lonely souls and sideshows, of desolate fishing villages and broken dreams. Also, apparently, Terfry's new rap about the zombie apocalypse certainly means things are looking up.
 
He didn't totally alienate his audience, though, as he brought out "Dang" off of Situation and "Bandits", as well as "All There Is To Say About Love" from last year's Bike For Three! project's first album, peppering the set in order to placate the masses. Assisted by a lovely girl named Nathalie (who's last name I did not catch, due to the very shitty sound that plagued the set), Terfry's 45 minutes certainly did not rank as my favourite time seeing him, but at least I didn't know what to expect, and that made it all that much more better in the end.
I stuck around to catch some Grand Analog action, which was exactly what I expected it to be: live hiphop with a reggae tinge, a formidable backing band and some decent rhymes. I started getting restless and bolted for the door halfway through Grand Analog's set... Not because they were bad, but because I was in the mood for something else.
 
My decision to go see the 222s at the Bovine Sex Club proved to be a great one. I wasn't sure on the band, having never heard any of their material, but their '77-style antics quickly won me over. Buzzsaw guitars, manic snaredrum-pounding and songs that sounded as if the lyrics were scrawled in the margins of high school text books made the sickly-sweet 35-minute set enjoyable, if somewhat predictable. It was nice to see all of the band members enjoying themselves, minus singer Chris Barry's... little vomitting episode. Well, at least it looked kinda punk. Having nerves is punk-ish, right? I don't know. Still, great times were had by all and they knew that their time was up, finishing things up with a sprinty flurry of notes and quick thanks to everyone involved in putting the show together.
 
After that the audience got a very nice treat. Songsmith and wunder-producer Walter Schreifels made every post-hardcore kid's dreams come alive with his 65-minute set, culling cuts from his new solo album An Open Letter To The Scene as well as covering a variety of artists from multiple genres (Agnostic Front, the Gershwin Brothers, Sick Of It All, The Smiths... The motherfuckin' Partridge Family too) as well as playing something Rival Schools ("Used For Glue"! "Good Things"!) Gorilla Biscuits and Quicksand ("Thorn In My Side!"), the always-entertaining Schreifels spent every minute of his set connecting with everyone in the club, doing his best to be energetic and upbeat. He played songs he wrote while he was in Toronto (namedropping streets and landmarks), he played a song he wrote in Russia recently while being stranded there... He played it by ear, fast and loose, at one point playing the aforementioned Partridge Family cover as he bantered with the audience about the big acts of 1993 ("Helmet? Tool! Rage Against The Machine!") Almost nothing was off-limits during the set, and the feel-good vibe gave me the mental boost needed to sustain myself until Walter brought his set to a close just short of 3:30. We then cornered him to ask him all of the tough questions.
 
Mini-interview with Walter Schreifels of Gorilla Biscuits/Quicksand/Rival Schools fame:
 
What's the strangest song request you've gotten, and do you honour it?
 
I love the weird ones, and I always try to. I wasn't too prepared setlist-wise tonight, so that was nice.
 
How often do you do minimal setlist prep before a show?
 
I'd say about 20, 25% of the time. I sometimes dislike doing it because I get caught up thinking about the next song to play.
 
Do you know that Fuel song, "Shimmer"?
 
I know OF Fuel, but no, I don't know that song.
 
When's the new Rival Schools album coming out?
 
This fall, on Atlantic overseas and I think Warners here in North America.
 
You're really popular in Europe, compared to here.
 
Yeah, they really love us.
 
A while back there were demos that were leaked onto the internet. Was that the entirety of an album?
 
I do believe that 2 or 3 of those songs were reworked and they'll be on the album. The situation is that they were demos and they somehow ended up on the internet, but yes. There will be a few songs.
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Stay tuned for day 3 as I attempt to fistfight a band.
 
PS. Omar and Abby loved HEALTH. And you should too.
PPS. Tonight the MMVAs stage had fully-functional lasers which look FUCKING AMAZING at 4 am. Seriously. There's nothing like a private laser show to cap off a nice evening.
PPPS. Turns out the Misfits weren't a tribute band. It was the real deal. I still skipped them. u mad?

Thursday Roundup - New Media and Politics

President Obama's Tuesday night address was universally panned. It's hard not to like Rachel's version better.

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Still, there were some good things in the speech. Not in specifics but the long term goals and the over-arching theme that it is time to get off oil dependence is a good start. Other than that though, the speech offered little reassurance to  progressives who have been waiting action on AGW (Anthropogenic Global Warming). But Obama doesn't directly address climate change or global warming in his speech because no one wants to hear about it. There are allusions, but that is all. No sticking his chin out and laying it on the line. Vague assurances that BP will pay and they'll never give up on the people of the Gulf coast. Is that the voice of a politician who believes he can sell his vision to his constituents?

Has a year-and-a-half of non-stop demagoguery by the right neutered the President to the point that he only speaks in vague platitudes for fear of the next day's backlash? Or is this the first step towards a clean energy bill and future? Maybe he's not trying to reach the choir with this speech. Maybe he just wants the average person who doesn't get embroiled in the day to day madness of partisan politics to understand something very serious is going on here and it will take time and effort and a change of direction to fix it.

I'm the first guy to cut Obama slack. I know it. I read the complaints of other liberals and progressives and worry that they're forgetting what the alternative is - and it was eight long years of murderous god-awful. The sad thing is that there has been a carryover. Not just of the debts and two unfinished wars, but some of the policies as well. He has not undone rendition or put an end to torture or Gitmo or a lot of the other things he said he's do - he has even  defended the Bush administration's handling of the Mahar Arar case though it was clearly demonstrated Arar was guilty of no crimes. He was arrested and renditioned to Syria where he was tortured. No apology, no prosecutions for wrongful imprisonment, nothing! The NYT's calls it disgraceful, and they're right.

As for BP though, he seems to be making good on his promise to make them pay as today they agreed to the $20 billion dollar escrow account to meet the mounting claims that will be administered by a third party. So that's a victory, but it's not clear if it's the pressure Obama is bringing to bear, or if BP has finally come to their senses and are going to try and salvage what they can of their reputation so that next year they can still remain in business. Their credit rating was downgraded by six notches today to just above junk status.

News on the spill itself has the well gushing as much as 60,000 barrels per day into the ocean but there's hope that a second containment system may help to mitigate 90% of that by as early as next week. That's pretty much where the good news ends. There's talk over at The Oil Drum, a sounding board for petroleum geologists, that the gusher may be unstoppable and get far worse before the relief wells are dug. I've seen hints at this elsewhere, let's hope they're wrong.

As for wankery on the subject, well that continues at the regular rate. Palin lies about what Obama's said on the subject - this should come under the heading of water is wet. BP, in yet another winning move, hired mercenaries to keep people away from the despoiled beaches. And just yesterday, big oil executives were lobbying for tax breaks and subsidies. These are the most profitable corporations in the history of the world and they want welfare.

The Sierra Club reports that clean beaches in New Jersey make more money than off-shore drilling will. The only god is the god of irony - do not trifle with him!

I'm not even sure this is merely wankery anymore. I've called Glenn Beck the most despicable man in the world and I mean it. I put him on a par with child molesters and murderers. His kind of hate is lethal. Rush Limbaugh deserves to be counted as equal to Glenn. Today Rush was suggesting poor kids who are hungry should go dumpster diving.

Of course Rush didn't like Obama's speech - not really worth mentioning in the previous post but the best part was his attack on the "fraud" of global warming. The science on global warming is clear and indisputable except to idiots, liars and corporate shills.

One of the reasons Rush and Glenn get away with the crap they do is because of a compliant press.

The Wikileaks founder Julian Assange, may be releasing a new video soon which probably explains why American officials have stepped up efforts to locate him.

CJLO @ NXNE: Day 1


Under the crimson lights of the glowing, ominous CN Tower, I found myself stumbling towards my hotel room just south of 2 am. It had been a long day, starting with an early-morning ride on the Megabus (complete with a Megarainstorm and Megabumps in the road) and through a myriad number of short journeys to get to this spot, here in chilly Toronto.

I stood on Queen Street, watching technicians piece together the giant outdoor stage for Sunday's MuchMusic Video Awards, complete with giant screens, reflective surfaces and smoke machines galore with some amusement. I stood staring at this giant monument to commercialism and thought how ironic that a celebration of all things indie is capped off, incidentally, by a great big video party starring Hannah Montana. A sad truth, and a surreal juxtaposition to think about. I thought that this was a fitting introduction to four days' worth of NXNE x CJLO coverage... Either that or terribly self-indulgent. Take it as you will. I'm just spitting out words and making observations.

While most of the attention of concert goers here in Toronto was pointed north-east to the banner opening show (headlined by the Eagles of Death Metal), I decided to venture out to other pastures, willing to take a chance on something else. I've seen the Eagles of Death Metal and I'm sure that they put on a competent show, but part of the allure of a festival such as this is the ability to see new acts for short periods of time. With that in mind, I made my way down Queen towards Bovine Sex Club, a faux-dive bar with a netted ceiling and a security force in full effect, complete with earpieces. The Juicebox showcase offered too much to resist: a night of fast and dirty punk music in a sweaty and cramped club.

Good punk rock songs deal with three distinct, yet somewhat interrelated activities:

     1. Fucking shit up (aka disrupting the status quo)

      2. Being on the road doing point 1 (aka spreading the propaganda) 

     3. Getting your heart broken while living through both points 1 and 2 (aka the loss of personal relationships in order to achieve the greater goal).

Keeping that in mind, Toronto act !ATTENTION! tore through their half-hour set with youthful glee, keeping all three notions alive in their songs about being in the van and fucking shit up. The band stopped only to quickly tune up and catch their breaths three or four times during their set. !ATTENTION! definitely know which few chords to pluck for maximum effect and managed to get the crowd worked up enough to send a few willing souls up and to the side of the venue via half-assed crowd-surfing, throwing people up against the ceiling-cum-chainlink-net, and it looked kinda painful.

 

After !ATTENTION!'s rather speedy tear-down, midnight rolled around and a new act took the three steps that divided the crowd from the stage. The worst thing that can be said about Montreal (and CJLO-charting) act Dig It Up is that singer Mike Rokos has that fresh-outta-day-outpatient look to him. Bearded, a little portly, wearing a simple grey t-shirt, he commands the stage before him like the leader of a demented street gang. If I had money, I'd strap some cameras on him and chronicle his amusing adventures, and I'd call it "Rokos' Modern Life". Bad pun, great concept. Now, I'm not about to pull out the kneepads and call myself the official band fluffer, but the band's magnetic presence is undeniable.

Rokos, as well as the musical quartet backing him, put on a show that was nothing short of frenetic. While !ATTENTION! were all quick blasts of punk fury about work, the ills of society and a host of other quickly-announced topics, the MTL quintet displayed both punk rock fury and great glimpses into the musical chops of each band member. A quick guitar run here, an engaging bassline there... The interlocking guitar licks, the inventive drum patterns as well as a willingness to explore facets of other genres with gusto. Reminiscent of Black Flag, Refused, At The Drive-In, Hot Water Music and Every Time I Die, the band bridges multiple musical subgenres seamlessly.

Dig It Up also utilized what I think to be the best secret weapon a band can have in a live setting: tons of gang vocals. Sweaty, dirty, beer-soaked gang vocals were the order of the day, 'whoaaaaas' reverberating off the walls. The band played a few tracks off of their Magnets EP as well as their as-yet unrecorded full-length, mixing it up during their half-hour to ensure a grab-bag/sampler to get most of the club moving in some sort of capacity.

After a sweat-soaked set, the band's outside, full of adrenaline and smiles. I wanted to stick around for Toronto's The Video Dead at 1 am, but I know doing so will force me to fall asleep on the way back to the hotel, somewhere on the side of the street. In the hotel room I continue eyeballing the schedule and see that the Misfits are playing, and a debate ensues whether or not it's the real Misfits or a tribute band. The irony of that statement is lost on any of us as we sleepily make conversation before drifting off to the sounds of an honest-to-God videoflow on BET.

Tune into part 2 as I throw darts at the NXNE schedule and decide what acts to go see. Thrilling, I know. I can at least promise you there's a good chance I won't be seeing the giant outdoor shows, I'm gonna leave that for other people to discuss.

Whither Canadian Decency? - New media and Politics

On a day when even the stenographers in the press report that the deal forged between the Bloc, the Liberals and the Conservatives is a mess and filled with loopholes the Tories mean to exploit, there are actually things the Tories are up to that are worse and more cynical, Things like not allowing staff members to testify at committee hearings in direct contravention of parliamentary rules. Dimitri Soudas, the Prime Minister’s director of communications, has refused to appear before the Commons ethics committee and has even had security turn away a bailiff who showed up with a summons that he do so.

 

Imagine the outrage from the "law and order" Tories if a Liberal member ignored parliamentary procedure or ducked a legal summons in this fashion?

 

There was also the business of trying to ram through Bill C- 23 by claiming that Karla Homolka could be set free if it wasn't passed - they sure love their fear, fear, fear tactics. A compromise has been reached and the national parole board will be able to deny any pardon which brings the system into disrepute and the period of ineligibility for a pardon increases to five years from three for summary crimes, and to 10 years from five for more serious indictable offences. The rest of the bill will remain in committee until the fall, bringing to an end the Conservatives attempt at using Homolka's name to pressure the opposition to pass the bill in haste. Nice huh?

News that should concern Canadians about the goings on in Afghanistan - high profile setbacks and delays.

News June 16th 2010

Read and produced by Lachlan Fletcher.

Stories written by Emily Brass, Matthew Sarah Phelps and Gareth Sloan.

Afghan Detainee Document Deal

I promised to withhold judgement on the deal reached between 3 of Canada's 4 major parties over the Afghan Detainee documents. The NDP walked away from the deal saying that the deal shields the most crucial detainee information from scrutiny. Go read for yourself. Jack Harris of the NDP puts it succinctly: “The things you need to know — What did the government know? When did they know it? What advice were they given? Did they follow it? — that’s the stuff we will never see."

An example of the kind of advice the Tories would be getting from lawyers, information that they will be shielded from committee scrutiny under this agreement, is the issue of handing detainees over to the NDS, Afghanistan's infamous secret police.

Paul Champ, a lawyer involved in the investigations into the alleged abuse of Afghan detainees said, "The NDS can't be trusted with detainees transferred into its custody by Canadian soldiers, and the Conservative government was well aware of this. ...the methods of the NDS are well known," Champ told CBC News. "It's electric shocks, it's pulling out toenails, it's beating people with chains, it's hanging them for days. So when someone says abuse, that's a euphemism for torture."

 

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