FEVER DREAM

I woke up this morning in a cold, fever dream of a sweat. Thinking I was just hungry, as if I hadn't had enough pork roast and sweet potato the night before, I went downstairs to get something to eat. Upon arrival in the kitchen I realized that I was definitely not hungry, that I was going to be sick. In total I puked six times: twice between 6 and 6:30a, again after I got out of the shower, twice when I went to work in order to locate a co-worker's phone number & try to get my eight-hour shift covered, and once more when I got back home. Since then I've spent the majority of the day sleeping, and still haven't really had anything to eat apart from a piece of cinnamon raisin toast and a few scoops of some muesli cereal.

I've concluded that it was a bottle of old Budweiser that did me in, the last remains of a two-four I purchased back around Thanksgiving. I didn't think it was going to upset me at all, really I gave no thought to the fact that the alcohol had been in my basement for over two months. Bloody hell!!

Other than that, my Christmas was pretty spectacular. I got me a brand-new Macbook, which I'm obviously typing on right now. I thought I was just going to get money to go towards eventually getting the laptop, but my parents obviously had me fooled. Other highlights include: The Complete Lyrics of Nick Cave 1978-2007, The Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen, numerous pairs of socks and boxers, gift certificates to Long & McQuade and HMV, and a new pair of slippers. Santa was great to me, even if he didn't think to go into the basement and take a few for the team.

And I'm still trying to figure out what I'm doing for New Year's. There's a lot going on, as usual, and I really don't feel like being downtown at all, bar-hopping and paying expensive covers. This year should be rounded off with a nice house-party, but I don't see any takers. Why don't you host a party? C'mon, c'mon! We'll be good!

This year was pretty sweet, I have to say. Mostly it was band-related happiness, but there were other moments of pure bliss as well: my trip to Nova Scotia with my dad's side of the family, a short trip with Eunice (and Simon) to New York state to see the Furnaces, watching five seasons of The Wire with mum and dad, meeting my girlfriend, etc. Even though the music wasn't as good as last year's, the events were pretty satisfactory.

Take care & have a safe New Year's! Until next time...

THE STREAM WAS SWIFT IT WAS CLEAR, BUT THE LIGHT WAS GETTING GREY

Today I woke up in my own bed for the first time in three days. We've been in the recording studio for a few days up in Newmarket and I haven't felt the need to commute home, so I stayed at Will's. The process has been educationally rewarding thus far, having laid the bare-bones live recordings down and only really begun the overdubs (I was stellar and speedy with my guitar takes, much to everyone's delight). I'd reckon we still have about three full days of work to do. I'm so happy to be finished with a few of these songs, two out of the six we're recording were written over a year ago. We have a bunch of sub-par versions of them kicking around, not to mention an excess of live recordings. I'm glad we'll never have to record them again. Right now we're kicking around ideas for what the name of the EP will be... any suggestions? Marshmallow, bones, dossier, watches, free apples? It's all up in the air. But yes, six songs clocking in at about a half hour of entertainment, to be ready and released in January. I'm so happy I could scream.

Last week I made the mistake of not buying a ticket before boarding the Viva bus with some friends. It was around 1:00a, we'd all had a lot to drink, and we thought we could get away with it-- only needing to take three stops, and all. Unfortunately the six-pack of Rickard's that we were holding must've tipped the fare-enforcers off, as they cornered us at the first stop after we got on. So now I need to hike back up to Newmarket sometime next week to try to barter down my $150 ticket. The fucking one time I don't buy a ticket I get busted, honestly. And right before the holidays!

In other news, does anybody want to go to New York next September with me? C'mon, ontop of the Flaming Lips and both Animal Collective & Panda Bear, fucking Dirty Three are performing Ocean Songs?!?! What more could you want???

Today I'm not going to leave my house. It's too cold outside & I can't afford to spend any money.

FIRST POST? SAME AS THE LAST POST

In my boredom it appears I've gone and made another vanity blog, complete with a digital mirror. Although I believe my days of online publishing are over, I often find myself yearning for another forum to voice my thoughts and observations. Do I have any idea what the content of this page will be? No, but I promise I will be honest-- for the most part.

My name is Spencer & I'm twenty-two and a half years old. My hair is brown and my eyes are arguably blue. During the day I work at some modest coffee shop *cough* and at night I sing and play the guitar in a rock band called Woodward Company. You should check us out! If you want.

Tomorrow I'm going to see both NEIL YOUNG and WILCO. I'm ridiculously excited. I've always kind of compared Jeff Tweedy to Mr. Young for some reason, maybe because of their similar electric guitar squeals (like "I'm the Man Who Loves You" and anything off A Ghost is Born), but I never thought I'd see them share a stage. My head may or may not explode, maybe this is both the first and last post of this blog after all. We shall see.

Do you like Neil Young? Here is a song called "See the Sky About to Rain", a mournful number from On the Beach, the second album from Neil's ditch trilogy:



That song makes me miss my girlfriend. Do you also pine for your absent significant other? Please let me know how you feel.

It's getting reasonably late and I work early. It's been real!