Today's tune is by Canadian band Jakalope who was prominent on Toronto radio and TV from 2003 - 2004 ...and then fell off the radar.
Back in the fall/winter of 2003/2004, I was briefly dating one of the techs who was editing this video with the director. They had the little aliens in bottles scattered all over the director's house. He also had a chandelier that held real candles. It was boudoire looking. Super cool, not overly dark and dreary. He also had a young family, so it was amazing to think about growing up in a cool environment like that.
Odd part was that I ran into my ex-beau 5 years later on Bathurst street. He was strung out and talking to himself at a bus stop. So sad.
Forgot to add my tune of the day yesterday, I was so bizzy running around! I have a soft spot for Boston...even though they stole the Cup.
On the subway ride home from hitting up the driving range with my gal pal, I was approached by a man who introduced himself as a Trojan Skinhead. (Then he pointed to his buttons on his jacket.) I had no idea what that meant until I looked it up when I got home. Thank goodness he was the good kind of skinhead.
His name was Chucky and he said I looked like I stepped out of a Ramones video coz of my Chuck Taylors, rolled up jeans, leather jacket and long hair. I politely smiled and said thank you! What a loverly compliment. We talked about tunes, it was pretty lax, but comfortable.
Chucky said he had a girlfriend, but his brother was single and he thought I was cute for him. Then Chucky asked how old I was. I started laughing straight away. How old did he think I was? So I asked why he was asking. His brother is 19! So I said I was a little old for him... that I'll be 29 next month.
It's such a lovely compliment when people are so surprised about how I'm older than they first thought, lol. Guess I'm taking good care of myself! We said we'd try to meet up at Wakestock coz the Dropkick Murphy's are playing - Chucky is a huge fan. I have never been, so I figure it's a good time to go.
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