The whole weekend we had been trying to promote the NXNE "People's Choice Awards," where people could text in the name of their favourite band, and the band with the most votes at the end of the weekend would win $5000 and one of their songs turned into a tinny annoying ringtone that is only about 7 seconds long in length. (Which is why we were handing out the lipbalm- the instructions were printed on the lid.)
Over the course of the weekend, I met so many amazing bands that were probably deserving in one way or another of winning. Screw the People's Choice Awards. This is the "Jess Choice Awards."
Our first venue was Healey's, where we saw part of the Nods' (from Winnipeg) set. It sounded more or less like generic indie punk rock, but enjoyable nonetheless, with a edge of throwback to early 1960s pop. It was energetic, and definitely the answer to the "I'm getting ready to go out and really don't want to listen to pop or dance music" conundrum.
I also got the chance to chat with another group from Winnipeg, Tele.
Raising the Fawn.
Spiral Beach. These kids are apparently about 16-years-old, and they are definitely doing something that no one else really is right now. I like that.
Eldog and Jo Mango get the award for the nicest foreigner bands I met. Jo Mango's set was somewhat typical of what's going on in indie rock right now, but I still enjoyed it quite a bit.
Crush Luther and Cauterize get three awards. 1) For being collectively being the most attractive bands I talked to all weekend. Red Shag Carpet came in a close second for this award, especially after the guy from Red Shag brought me a water, but these guys won out because 2) they made me laugh. A lot. Which they also get an award for. 3) Finally, they get the award for being my new favourite people ever, because they filled up an entire suitcase with cherry flavoured lip balm. (They were sold on it after I pointed out that cherry flavoured petroleum product can be used on a variety of body parts, not just your lips.)
After I returned from Dundas Square at 8:20, I collapsed on the floor in a miserable heap. Being bubbly, energetic and acting slightly ditzy for nine hours straight had drained every ounce life force out of me. But it wasn't over. Because I was supposed to be at my next venue to meet Rod at 8:30.
This picture is from the collection of "photos I didn't submit with my report for a very specific reason."
Our last venue was the Vatikan. This person gets an award for rhyming as well as Kriss Kross.
Congratulations to all the winners of the Jess Choice Awards! And although your prize isn't $5,000 and an annoying ringtone, it is something almost as good- cherry flavoured lip balm! Contact me and we'll arrange a drop off! (You could make a sculpture out of lip balm, have a party with a slip n'slide coated in lip balm. . .Really, the possibilities for lip balm are endless. It's hard for me to give up, but really, I think you all deserve it.)
Finally, the night was over. So what would you do after three 14-hour energy-draining work days in a row? Okay, now what would I do? I think the answer is obvious:
At 1 a.m. Scott and Alice rolled up in a cab, we shed our "fully branded" outfits, and we were on our way to 99 Sudbury. To see Mstrkrft. (Yes, again.)
And by see, I mean, dance outlandishly to.
At this point in the night, we were quite literally crazed, to quote Alice.
"I ran into some of the other people we were working with on the street," Alice told me at brunch this morning, "and we were crazed, really. We were sleep-deprived, wearing these matching team outfits, standing on the street, yelling loudly and just throwing lip balm at one another! We were out of control."
I think our dancing probably reflected it.
Things had stopped making sense.
I couldn't think clearly.
So I just kept dancing.
"When do you leave for your trip, Blog Jess?" Adam asked me the other night at dinner.
"This Wednesday. So, really soon."
A sad look came over Scott's face. He looked distraught. "But," he stuttered, worried, "who's going to blog us when you're gone?!"
It's good to know I'll be missed.
This is what 5 in the morning, with little to no food, a sunburn, multiple rye & cokes, no shower, and a cherry-smelling petroleum product fuelled weekend looks like.
Seriously though, guys, I have tons of lip balm left. If anyone has a hill and a slip n' slide, I think we should give it a go!