Lucinda Williams, like all artists I think, and like all humans alike, feels and lives the same things the rest of us do. What I envy about this woman is that she can actually get things down on paper and sing about them. I, on the other hand, cannot do that anymore. Maybe I’ve found other outlets and therefore turn to music less to express myself, but whatever it is, it really sucks for me.
Luckily, when I feel blue, I turn to what I’m not really doing much of anymore these days: music.
Before I write any more, please listen to her:
I’ve been a fan of hers since World Without Tears, one of the great albums of the 2000’s. Her music evokes a sense of wanting to escape ( “Yes I finally did baby, I got out of La Grange” ) and taking road trips ( “Drive up the coast line, maybe to Ventura”) people who are no longer in your life ( “Are you sleeping though the night, do you have someone to hold you tight, do you have someone to hang out with, do you have someone to hug and kiss you”) to dealing with death (” Some think a fancy funeral will be worth every cent, for every dime and nickel, is money better spent, better spent on groceries, covering the bills, instead of little luxuries, and unnecessary frills”)
That unfullfillable longing doesn’t just exist south of the border. North of the 49th parallel, things are no different. Don’t you sometimes wish you could just leave it all and drive off into the sunset in a convertible with the wind in your hair, to a place far away, maybe Montana, where no one will ever find you, where you can start new ? Well? See for yourself:
Lucky for me, I love in a great city and I don’t necessarily have to travel all the way to Montana to be surrounded by beauty. It was fun being caught in the rain in the middle of Maisonneuve parc this afternoon. Contrary to everything I’ve been told, I sought refuge under the tallest tree I could find (NO i did not get struck by lightening! After all I am here writing this, am I not?)
here are some pictures of BEAUTY:
After coming back home and drying off from the rain, it was time to EAT! So, I headed to a place that I know very well where the food is good and the service is great and the wait to get in is terribly long but totally worth it. The place is:
KAZU (1862 Sainte-Catherine Street West, Montreal, QC H3H 1M1)
After standing in line for over an hour, we finally got in. This is a great Japanese restaurant, a tiny place where people are cramped tight into small tables with no room to breath, but that’s OK because it adds to the charm and ambiance of the place, and it is definitely worth the slight discomfort once the food arrives:
48-hour porc served on rice:
Tuna and Salmon Salad:
and as if that wasn’t enough and just as we were beginning to feel stuffed, the Teriyaki Burgers arrived!:
People gazed at us through the window with burning envy. I can appreciate that; I was in their place an hour earlier, dying of hunger and shivering in the cold waiting to get inside while staring at the people eating and waiting for a table to free up so we could get in and eat already DAMNIT! We were kind enough to leave quickly after out meal was done. We were there to eat a great meal and then leave so that others could enjoy the same.
The evening ended at my place watching SNL and of course, with more food, this time desert in the form of pie. Pie with coffee. MMMMMM, floor pie
-This is Orson Welles.
You know what? All I have to say is that this week SUCKED ASS! UP TO HERE with all of it! GRRRRRR !!!! Double GRRRRR!!! GRRR ³ !!!
Well… I can almost put it all behind me now. Nothing that a drink, dinner with friends and a good night’s sleep couldn’t cure. Thank you, thank you. You are all wonderful, and sorry if I was quiet or detached, I was just working through the motions. I made it to the other side…
Today was better! Much better in fact! I awoke, after a night of abundant gluttony and soul-bearing, to a beautiful day! I decided to venture and head out to a new place that I heard about that opened recently. Hopped onto the bus, took the Metro, walked through the streets of the Plateau, ran into a few friends on the way, kicked a few leaves around, took in the sights, breathed in some of the fresh autumn air, took some pictures, pictures of things, anything, took pictures of cats in trees..
I finally arrived! Luckily there was no lineup. Thank GOD, after all the walking around, picture taking and run-ins, I was HUNGRY. I got to walk right in! In where you ask? The place is called *drum roll please*
Restaurant Maison Publique
(4720 Marquette, Montreal, Quebec H2V 2K3)
Great choice. I really enjoyed it! The meal was GREAT: Curry Lamb-Neck and Bison-Tongue Sandwich:
I wish these guys a lot of success. Great location and atmosphere; from the decor, to the rustic-looking wooden tables that contain a tiny drawer where the cutlery and cloth napkin is kept, to the copper basin and antler paper towel holders in the wash room, everything was to my liking. I love places like this, and will definitely be back 🙂
It was a nice walk back home. Picked up a couple pastries from Rhubarbe on the way; a pumpkin thing, I forget the name, and a Réligeuse, which I have been obsessed with since my recent trip to Paris ( I hope to write about my experience there soon);
Well that was a fun weekend of food and just living the good life on one of the last beautiful autumn days. So begins that period between the end of autumn and the first snowfall where it seems nothing really happens. So continues my hunt for more comfort food. -This is Orson Welles.
Someone came to work this week and picked my brain. It was, of course, interesting since I find anything from paint drying to planets exploding interesting.. so I listened. Answered. Participated.
It was little shock to me to find out that I’m exactly the type of person that I am and don’t necessarily want to be. It’s also very shocking that I give a damn since I hate labels and, as I’ve said in the past, the time to make up your mind about people is never so to sum someone’s life and behavior up and label it is quite ridiculous. I was glad to find some supporters in the room. The rest can kiss my grits!
This makes me think of what Woody Allen said in Annie Hall about not “wanting to belong to a club who would have Me as a member.” Am I THAT unpleasant to be around? Or insecure.. or how was it put in the room.. not having any respect for myself?
The funny thing about life is that everyone treads along and deals with shit and nobody knows what, where, how-come and why about any of it, not unless they were there with you living it.. which they weren’t, right?
Certain things in our lives occur and we change because of them. Your first taste of shyster-ism, the realization that what’s in the past, on occasion, will be the best it was and the best it ever will be. A little like Chasing the Dragon the way the lovely and talented Marie-Josée Croze described it in Les Invasions Barbares. Sometimes we have to just shut our traps and enjoy the moment.. you never know, it could be the best moment of this type of moment and the moment you will always try to recapture.
Like most, I think after our first big shaft in life, we have a cynical Richard Blaine-style hard shell reaction to the situation. Like the protagonist in possibly the most famous motion picture of all time, Casablanca, we shut ourselves away from the world and become jaded or something;… but whatever we become it’s to hide the hurt we’re feeling.
Katherine Hepburn called James Stewart out on it in The Philadelphia Story after sneaking off to the nearest library to read his book to see what he was really made of. She had a preconceived notion about him. How wrong she was! Upon reading his literary works, she confronted him, in a loving manner, saying that she believed he “put the toughness on to save his skin”, continuing to say that she knew ” a little about that”.
And there you have it, folks. We are all scared little kittens, soft little kittens who are simply full of it, pretending to be people we are not. Maybe I’m wrong (but I know I’m not)…
*CHANGE OF TROPIC*
In the spirit of hippie love and all that lovey dovey crap, we should all listen to Arthur Lee and his Psychedelic Band: LOVE!
It’s a band that I’ve known for a good 10 years or so, but only recently did I begin to explore their other albums. The one I’ve known all this time is Forever Changes, their 1967 master opus. It is a must-have. So go out and get it. you MUST HAVE IT! It turns out that they released other records just as fine, and I’m glad to be alive and kicking, because nothing on this earth is quite like the pepper and salt that flavors the human experience as does music.
Here is possibly the happiest song ever written:
Maybe part of the problem is that we constantly fight to be who we’re not, because of whom we have to be to survive. As Elsa said in The Lady From Shanghai: Human nature is eternal. Therefore, one who follows his nature keeps his original nature, in the end.
Scary, no? – This Is Orson Welles.
Since starting this blog, I’ve hardly spoken about food at all. With everything that’s been going on in this province lately, it’s hard to talk about anything else. Umm.. HEY, did you know that we live in a great city? Yes, it’s true! I promise! It’s not just a city overrun by red square-wearing militants: it’s also a city where people can go out and find great food!
Made my way to a nice little new place called Dinette Triple Crown.
LOVED THIS PLACE. Service was great, food was amazing, it’s a nicely decorated place and the staff is super friendly. Looking forward to the next visit. I wish this place all the best and years and years of great business; they deserve it. Here are some pictures:
The place from its exterior:
Waiting for our meal (I’m so hungry if I don’t get my food soon I’m going to eat the condiments!) OHH! Lemonade’s here:
Before I know it, the food has arrived! What’s on the menu?:
Mac and Cheese (with shallots and croutons, in a creamy sauce, I can taste a little wine in there or some kind of alcohol. YUM)
Mashed Potatoes with white gravy (to DIE for)
“Hush Puppies” (little balls of cornbread heaven, fried with a hint of curry (if I’m not mistaken) they were just GREAT