I am trying to break your heart

This post is essentially dedicated to the awesomeness that was Wednesday's Wilco concert.
Its also dedicated a bit to the events of my life in the last couple of weeks.

But first things first.

Wilco blew my fucking mind.

Best concert I've ever been to hands down. (Sorry Joel Plaskett and Cuff the Duke in January '05, you've been usurped)

I dunno man, it was just amazing. They played A Shot in the Arm and I thought I could die happy after hearing that song live. Basically the whole freaking concert was just one amazing moment after another. They did 2 encores, including a wicked rendition of Spiders(kidsmoke) that was like the finale. I don't think I can remember the last time I rocked out that hard. I was exhausted by the end of the concert.

They opened the concert with I am Trying to Break Your Heart, and well... they did.

OOOkay and now I will stop being a gushing crazed fan...

Suffice to say that it was the (halifax) highlite of my very eventful summer thus far.


I am moving out in September, there's a bunch of reasons that I don't feel like going into, not in this type of venue anyway. I am 99% sure I have a place all lined up, I just need to check it out and make sure it's livable. It has a balcony, and it's mine. It really couldn't be any better. It's a bachelor, but I figure it can't be any smaller than my place in Ottawa, and there was no balcony there... essentially, I'm really excited for the balcony and the rest is just gravy.
Stay posted for the housewarming party announcement in early September.

The last couple of mornings this dude who lives 2 houses down from my bedroom window has been having his yard re-done, and this morning a jackhammer woke me up at 8am, followed by dump trucks and backhoes around 9am. Ok. so. 1.) YOU LIVE IN THE CITY. YOUR YARD IS THE SIZE OF MY BEDROOM. 2.) hire some people who don't insist on standing around and yelling "WE'RE IN THE JUNGLE!" NO. You're not. You're in Halifax actually. In a Nice. QUIET. Neighbourhood.

Basically, it could have been a choir of children singing hymns, but at 8am when you wake me up, you're the epitomy of evil as far as I am concerned.

I ran out of remember what I as going to write this about.

Raspberry gingerale is amazing.

That is all.....

O Canada, O Halifax

Yesterday was Canada day, which means the busiest day possibly all summer for people who work at a waterfront establishment such as myself. I worked a double yesterday, which under normal circumstances can be tiring enough, but couple that with the day that it happened to be and it led to utter exhaustion by 4pm. I was lucky enough to get a 20min break to eat a salad and chill out. I decided that it would be beneficial for me to leave the building to get my shit together, and so I headed to the boardwalk along the waterfront (a 1min walk essentially from the restaurant) I sat down on the wooden wall and noticed a man packing up his guitar next to me. I smiled, he smiled back and then proceeded to ask if I worked at the Warehouse, to which I replied yes. He asked me about my day and I told him that it had been pretty hectic. Then, he said "can I atleast play you a tune before I go?", to which I replied, "yes!". And so this perfect stranger sat down next to me and played and sang me Old Man by Neil Young. When the song was finished, he gave me a big hug and told me to keep my head up, drink lots of water and have a good night. To which I replied, "thank you. I needed that."

There's a reason why I love this town...