If you’re from Kingston (or anywhere in Ontario, really) and you’re a music fan (or even if you aren’t), chances are you have heard of the two local musicians who will be featured in tomorrow night’s international telethon in suppor...
Trio aims to raise $20,000 for first album in 8 years.
This is the Sleep Factory, Trish Shwart’s exhibition at Martin Batchelor Gallery that opened on November 7th, with a persuasive performance by the artist as a marketeer, and continues with a visual smorgasbord of parodies that explore the commodificatio
“You shouldn’t start telling a story if you don’t have a story to tell.” From his seat in the lunch room of Vancouver’s Orpheum Theatre, Tuomas Holopainen leans forward and speaks into the digital audio recorder resting on the coffee table in fr
Exclusive preview on podcast episode 29.
Pub 340 - June 5th, 2008
MUSIC WASTE 2008:
The B-Lines / Dead Ghosts / Get Well Bomb / The TVees
Pub 340 - June 5th, 2008
Dave Bertrand
For the first time in many moons, I really made the effort to make it out on time for the openi...
Lovers of art and poetry will converge at two creative events in April in celebration of Poetry Month. These ekphrastic events – ekphrastic meaning a conversation between two pieces of art – will take place at the Art Gallery of Greater Victoria and t
There aren’t a lot of modern rock bands running around spouting an ethos of love, harmony and goodwill toward one other. In a market where the gloomy, aggressive or just plain aloof is king, you wouldn't think these kinds of happy cuddly ...
Saturday November 15th 2008
What was supposed to be a review of one show has been altered by restless feet and a desire to see a couple of shows if possible in one night. Canucklehead punk veterans SNFU pinned the audience to the mat at...
Who are you?
Joey Blitzkrieg: Vocals and guitar
Dr. Dylan Danger: Guitar
Lector Kurrentz: Bass
Matt Von Dander: Drums
Mikey Screwdriver is our roadie, mediator and leads a double life as the Death Rider.
Dwight Lightning does all ...
I’ve heard from numerous sources that the dance floor at the Commodore is supported by a layer of tennis balls, but I’ve never had cause to believe it until TV on the Radio unknowingly put this hearsay to the test. During a visceral tak...