Monday, July 29, 2013

ZINE DREAM 6/ KARAOKE / et al

Hey folks, I will be selling the newly released Points Gray LP (which has been getting some great airplay on the legendary WFMU: the track "Growing Beards" sparks up the comment board with people weighing-in on male grooming more than anything really), The Canadian Romantic winking pic, doll (now for sale at Likely General, 389 Roncesvalles as well), book, maybe some weird old zines and issues of Drippy, some personal items  that I'll be purging from my home as I prepare to my move to Kitchener-Waterloo. Everything I can fit in a half table.
It's happening between 12 - 5 pm on Sunday Aug. 4th. at The Tranzac in Toronto !
292 Brunswick Ave. Pop by and try or buy or say hi.....
ZINE DREAM has stuff happening all weekend, check out their site:
http://zinedream.com/

Speaking of 'weird old zines' Broken Pencil has been running some of their early old zine reviews. They just ran an old review of my old zine Bunyon from the 90's.  Check it:
http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine

Nice mentions of my Mom, it's been eight months since she died, she was a really good writer.

After ZINE DREAM 6 in the evening at 11 pm I will be hosting karaoke again at The Beaver (1192 Queen Street West), unusre what my outfit will be but karaoke always gets more than a tad wild there....
As part of International Zine Month, we’ll be posting a zine review a day on our blog in July. Today’s review is from Issue 3.
20 pages, Act #7  main creator: Robert Dayton  $2 plus $1 postage  317A Cambie St., Vancouver, BC  V6B 2N4
This is an excellent chronicle of the BC  hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly  landscape of his soul. This zine speaks  to the despair of being a thinking  creating person with such fervour that  it is almost like the kind of prayer  people make in their heads as they are  walking home from work after a  desperate, shitty day. That said, there are  a lot of comics in this zine including the  unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and  Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought  I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s  Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway,  Rob’s family obviously has a knack for  self confession, because the prose  that pushes this zine into the limelight  where you can see the zits and  loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
Mom – who is, in fact, identified only  as Rob’s Mom – gets to start the zine  off with a letter about adjusting to her  recent move to small-town  Saskatchewan. This is a great piece of  inflected prose, every sentence is an  ([un?]intended) punchline. She should  write a book of this stuff, it would  definitely win the Leacock award for  humour. Particularly notable was the  portrayal of the “elderly gentleman”  who keeps driving by her new home in’  order to present up to date reports at  the town coffee shop on what the new  folk are doing. Hilarious. Now don’t  skip the rest of the zine, but Rob’s own  gut wrenching admissions from a diary  (fact or fiction, it don’t matter) come at  the very end. Eight pages of diary  entries see Rob move from love-sick  puppy to irrational dick-head while his  health steadily deteriorates under the  office flourescents and his band-mates  rebel against his authority. As if that  wasn’t enough, constant cameo  appearances by indie bands and zine  kids alike give this diary a lifestyles of  the poor and fucked up feel that both  undermines and speaks to the repetition  of being alive. A bunion is the inflamed  swelling of the first joint of the big toe,  but Bunyon is the shrinking swell that  never stops chafing.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK.dpu
20 pages, Act #7  main creator: Robert Dayton  $2 plus $1 postage  317A Cambie St., Vancouver, BC  V6B 2N4
This is an excellent chronicle of the BC  hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly  landscape of his soul. This zine speaks  to the despair of being a thinking  creating person with such fervour that  it is almost like the kind of prayer  people make in their heads as they are  walking home from work after a  desperate, shitty day. That said, there are  a lot of comics in this zine including the  unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and  Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought  I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s  Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway,  Rob’s family obviously has a knack for  self confession, because the prose  that pushes this zine into the limelight  where you can see the zits and  loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
Mom – who is, in fact, identified only  as Rob’s Mom – gets to start the zine  off with a letter about adjusting to her  recent move to small-town  Saskatchewan. This is a great piece of  inflected prose, every sentence is an  ([un?]intended) punchline. She should  write a book of this stuff, it would  definitely win the Leacock award for  humour. Particularly notable was the  portrayal of the “elderly gentleman”  who keeps driving by her new home in’  order to present up to date reports at  the town coffee shop on what the new  folk are doing. Hilarious. Now don’t  skip the rest of the zine, but Rob’s own  gut wrenching admissions from a diary  (fact or fiction, it don’t matter) come at  the very end. Eight pages of diary  entries see Rob move from love-sick  puppy to irrational dick-head while his  health steadily deteriorates under the  office flourescents and his band-mates  rebel against his authority. As if that  wasn’t enough, constant cameo  appearances by indie bands and zine  kids alike give this diary a lifestyles of  the poor and fucked up feel that both  undermines and speaks to the repetition  of being alive. A bunion is the inflamed  swelling of the first joint of the big toe,  but Bunyon is the shrinking swell that  never stops chafing.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK
As part of International Zine Month, we’ll be posting a zine review a day on our blog in July. Today’s review is from Issue 3.
20 pages, Act #7  main creator: Robert Dayton  $2 plus $1 postage  317A Cambie St., Vancouver, BC  V6B 2N4
This is an excellent chronicle of the BC  hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly  landscape of his soul. This zine speaks  to the despair of being a thinking  creating person with such fervour that  it is almost like the kind of prayer  people make in their heads as they are  walking home from work after a  desperate, shitty day. That said, there are  a lot of comics in this zine including the  unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and  Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought  I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s  Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway,  Rob’s family obviously has a knack for  self confession, because the prose  that pushes this zine into the limelight  where you can see the zits and  loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
Mom – who is, in fact, identified only  as Rob’s Mom – gets to start the zine  off with a letter about adjusting to her  recent move to small-town  Saskatchewan. This is a great piece of  inflected prose, every sentence is an  ([un?]intended) punchline. She should  write a book of this stuff, it would  definitely win the Leacock award for  humour. Particularly notable was the  portrayal of the “elderly gentleman”  who keeps driving by her new home in’  order to present up to date reports at  the town coffee shop on what the new  folk are doing. Hilarious. Now don’t  skip the rest of the zine, but Rob’s own  gut wrenching admissions from a diary  (fact or fiction, it don’t matter) come at  the very end. Eight pages of diary  entries see Rob move from love-sick  puppy to irrational dick-head while his  health steadily deteriorates under the  office flourescents and his band-mates  rebel against his authority. As if that  wasn’t enough, constant cameo  appearances by indie bands and zine  kids alike give this diary a lifestyles of  the poor and fucked up feel that both  undermines and speaks to the repetition  of being alive. A bunion is the inflamed  swelling of the first joint of the big toe,  but Bunyon is the shrinking swell that  never stops chafing.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK.dpuf
As part of International Zine Month, we’ll be posting a zine review a day on our blog in July. Today’s review is from Issue 3.
20 pages, Act #7  main creator: Robert Dayton  $2 plus $1 postage  317A Cambie St., Vancouver, BC  V6B 2N4
This is an excellent chronicle of the BC  hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly  landscape of his soul. This zine speaks  to the despair of being a thinking  creating person with such fervour that  it is almost like the kind of prayer  people make in their heads as they are  walking home from work after a  desperate, shitty day. That said, there are  a lot of comics in this zine including the  unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and  Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought  I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s  Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway,  Rob’s family obviously has a knack for  self confession, because the prose  that pushes this zine into the limelight  where you can see the zits and  loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
Mom – who is, in fact, identified only  as Rob’s Mom – gets to start the zine  off with a letter about adjusting to her  recent move to small-town  Saskatchewan. This is a great piece of  inflected prose, every sentence is an  ([un?]intended) punchline. She should  write a book of this stuff, it would  definitely win the Leacock award for  humour. Particularly notable was the  portrayal of the “elderly gentleman”  who keeps driving by her new home in’  order to present up to date reports at  the town coffee shop on what the new  folk are doing. Hilarious. Now don’t  skip the rest of the zine, but Rob’s own  gut wrenching admissions from a diary  (fact or fiction, it don’t matter) come at  the very end. Eight pages of diary  entries see Rob move from love-sick  puppy to irrational dick-head while his  health steadily deteriorates under the  office flourescents and his band-mates  rebel against his authority. As if that  wasn’t enough, constant cameo  appearances by indie bands and zine  kids alike give this diary a lifestyles of  the poor and fucked up feel that both  undermines and speaks to the repetition  of being alive. A bunion is the inflamed  swelling of the first joint of the big toe,  but Bunyon is the shrinking swell that  never stops chafing.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK.dpuf

Monday, July 22, 2013

Friday, July 19, 2013

updated stuff

I totally forgot to mention that Pagelicker won a National magazine Award for our interview with Irvine Welsh! Yayyyy!
See that pic? That's me and Sipreano delivering the freshly pressed Points Gray LP to Zulu Records in Vancouver. He wrote the liner notes and there's also a download code and an art & lyric booklet by me and Julian Lawrence printed with blue ink on grey paper at Colour Code. 500 copies!!!
In Vancouver it is also available at Neptoon, Red Cat, AudioPile, Dandilion, and more!
In Toronto it is at June, Soundscapes, LP's LPs, Kops, and more!
You can order it and Balls Boogie through Tedium House/Revolver distribution who are the best:
http://www.tediumhouse.com/artists/points-gray
http://www.tediumhouse.com/artists/july-fourth-toilet

Recommended for people who enjoy music.
The Canadian Romantic winking photos are still available on Etsy, at Magic Pony (target market: young women) and Eyesore!
Ohhh and WFMU played Points Gray the other night! Love that station, so good!
Let me even things up with some bad news: I'm a narcissist in the wilderness.

worn out

I am worn out from last night's performance. That is good. Here's some video from our first show:

Monday, July 15, 2013

New Horizzzons - Zine Dream 6 Fundraiser

The members of New Horizzzons ready themselves in earnest for their next show,
The Zine Dream 6 Fundraiser at Izakaya (294 College Street, Toronto) on Thursday July 18!
Music is rawww demmmo of "Put It Out There" by New Horizzzons.




Playing with: FASSBENDER, BOING VOYAGE (formerly New Fries, Roseanne), and CREEP HIGHWAY!
$5-10 donation