The Desert Island List

If you were stranded on a deserted island, which 10 albums would you take with you, assuming you had time to pack a bag full of all the necessities necessary for that inevitable event? kind’ve a silly question, really; if you knew you were subject to being stranded someplace, you would want to take all precautionary measures to avoid such a thing. Well, HUMOUR ME: You’re stuck on a fucking island in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, and somehow you have a functioning record player and you have to choose 10 records to take with you… so what’s it gonna be?
Well, if I had to choose (thank you for asking) they would be the following. Some are the greatest records ever made, and some aren’t; that’s not to say that they aren’t good, they are, they are all great in fact. It’s just that if I wanted to remember life back on dry land, I would want to relive the greatest memories that I’ve made, and a lot of these events were set to music, so what better way to relive them? Exactly my point. God willing, it will never come to this, but if I had to choose, I would choose:
The Beacon Street Collection:
This is the record that I mostly play in early spring, usually on the first sunny, hot day of the year. I bought this album when I was vacationing in New Jersey years ago; back home the snow still covered everything as far as the eye could see. But in Jersey, it wasn’t the case. Sure, it was still chilly in March, but my cousin and I walked on the beach barefoot. It wasn’t hot enough to go swimming yet, yet there were still surfers in the water, braving the cold. Plus, it was sunny. SO SUNNY. This album is my escape. I close my eyes and picture myself on a boardwalk. . This record takes me to that sunny place. It’s a wonderful place. A true gem of a record.
The White Album:
In the late 90’s, Montreal was a wonderful place. It was a place where bohemians and artists alike transformed the city into a mecca of groovy fun times. The Plateau was an unpretentious, laid-back place, full of life and sunshine and harmony; when I listen to this record it reminds me of the simpler times, hanging out in the Old Port, hippies wandering about, the smell of weed in the air, people acting like people, cell phones didn’t exist, I was the only person who was buying vinyl records. Oh, if I could only turn back time. Hipsters didn’t exist back then, the food revolution was only just beginning. *hit the pause button* This is probably the record that I cherish most. It’s a reminder of happier times and that yesteryear that was actually worth living.
No need to argue:
The perfect autumn record. Strange that I would pick an autumn record to take with me to a deserted island where it’s probably sweltering and unbearably hot, but what can I say? This is the soundtrack to a good chuck of my high school days. I’d spend hours playing SNES while listening to this album. There isn’t a weak track on this record. Definitely gonna pack this one..
Boys for Pele:
The other perfect autumn record. I don’t listen to it much anymore, maybe because I love it so much and think it’s so special that I save it for special occasions. It’s Tori’s most unique record I think. The beautiful arrangements, the harpsichord dominating many of the tracks, there is swearing throughout, it’s sultry, crude, delicate, beautiful, timeless, yet so timely. Another snapshot of yesteryear set to music. Thinking about listening to it now….
In the winter of 2000 I discovered Jeff Buckley. He died after making just one record but it was such a great record that millions of artist will probably never be able to achieve what he did in his short life. His rendition of Halleluja alone will forever be remembered. It’s a haunting record that gets better with every listen. There will never be an artist like Jeff Buckley and I wish I had gotten to see him live. An artist that was taken away from us too soon, and in a really sad way too, not from drugs or alcohol, but by being swept away at sea while taking a late night swim, of all things. Taken by the sea, perhaps fitting that his memory would live on this way.
Siamese Dream:
Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, a record that I absolutely adore may arguably be considered their magnum opus, but their true masterpiece in my opinion is Siamese Dream. This record, unlike Mellon Collie, is track after track of stellar songwriting; no filler, no instrumentals, just pure unabashed unforgiving rock. Its the type of record that you play front to back and then you’re tempted to flip it over and play it again. WOW. My favorite tracks are all the tracks. That’s how good it is. If I ever forget to pack this record I may be tempted to swim back to land to go get it, and risk drowning in the process.


Ok Computer:
The greatest album of all time.  If you haven’t hear OK Computer then I feel sorry for you. Not that I pity you, although I do, but it’s such an important piece of music and you should do yourself a favor and listen to it. There’s nothing more to say about this record, if I have to explain why I would take this with me it’s only because you haven’t heard it yet. So do so. Tonight, if possible.


Great Canadian Band, Moist! On an indefinite hiatus (although recent Tweets from lead singer David Usher hinting at a possible reunion, yay!), it’s a record typical of records released in the 90’s: It’s REALLY REALLY GOOD! The record I tend to play during the first snowfall of the year. Not sure why. My brain is wired differently than yours. Can’t explain it. I just love Creature.

scenery and fish

Scenery and Fish:
The last I Mother Earth record to feature Edwin on vocals. It’s filled with great songs, and also with some mediocre ones. Why would I take this with me then? Because it rocks. It’s another great 90’s record from a Canadian band and I would want to remember the country I’m from and the memories I made while this record dominated that period in my life while trying to survive the harsh conditions on this god-forsaken deserted island.


Everything Must Go:
This is the first Manic Street Preachers record I bought, and it’s their best. This started me on the journey to discovering a band that today I call my all time favorite, and its lead singer, James Dean Bradfield, my favorite vocalist. This album is filled with track after track of pure pop bliss, intricate song writing that seems simple when first heard yet in reality quite complex,and each song is filled with such unfulfillable longing; It’s indulgent, it’s heart-wrenching, fun, jovial, and great. It’s just great. Look I’ll prove it, listen to this!:
So, what say you? What’s your top 10 desert island list? I’d love for you to leave a comment. If you don’t want to, that’s ok. If you’re reading this it means that you made it to the end of my post, and what more could I ask for? Thank you for reading my blog. Still, please leave a comment, both because I am interested in what you have to say and also because I hope to discover more wonderful music this way. Thank you and goodnight -This Is Orson Welles.

Vinyl makes the world go round

I was born in 1981. That makes me 31 years old. I was born in a time when the only way you could hear music was to turn on the radio, and sit by that radio for hours hoping that the song you were hoping to listen to would be played. It was a time when you would watch your favorite music channel on TV and hope that the song you wanted to hear would make it to the top 20 of the week, or if not, that it would be played somehow. That’s how it was back that. Not that long ago… I’m talking about the 90’s.
It was a time when I decided on a rule: if an album was released by an artist, I would wait until at least three singles were released from that album; if they were good, then I would buy that album. That’s how it used to be.
That’s how I first fell in love with Aerosmith. It was 1997. I had always known their music, but until Nine Lives was released, I never really paid that much attention to them. Once Pink was released, and after I had fallen in love with Hole in my Soul and Falling In Love I Hard on the Knees  , it was decided: I had to buy this album. And by album, I mean the CD.
Enter: Columbia House. Remember them? You would get their pamphlet in the mail; buy 11 CD’s for a dollar, then you were bound to buy another 10 at regular price over the course of two years, or something like that?


I was on a slippery slope: the CD. That expensive, compact, convenient music format that we all bought into. I remember the first CD player I bought cost me almost 150 bucks. It was a slick, thin little Sony CD player. It was that thing you had to buy if you wanted to listen to your music outside of the house.


The exact moment in time when my love of vinyl blossomed is unclear to me. All I remember is that at some point, I wanted to buy the original vinyl records of the very expensive and hard to find CD versions of the Aerosmith album collection I had begun to amass.
So I picked up the phone book (yes, a phonebook) and I called a few places (yes, I used a telephone) and started going around town to the few places (at the time) that still carried vinyl records. The first place I called said that yes, they had a few Aerosmith albums. The person on the other end, after having asked him how much they were, said “They cost 3, 7, and 4.” At first I thought $30, $40, and $70. I knew nothing about records then. To me they were collectibles, relics, prized items. I expected the price to be high… It turned out he meant 3, 4 and 7.. dollars. EACH. Suddenly I was introduced to an affordable and much more fun alternative to CD’s: VINYL RECORDS.


Back then the availability of vinyl records in this city was scarce. If you were lucky, HMV would carry a couple dozen vinyl records, but they were always mixed in with the CD’s. You see, vinyl records never died off in the United Kingdom, but in the rest of the world they had, so the bulk of my collection had to be flown in from overseas. Amazon also carried vinyl records, so they were (and still are) a great source for vinyl. I can’t tell you how many records I bought at $9.99 while their CD counterparts sold for $25. Many of these records sell for $100+ on eBay today since these first issue pressings have now become collectibles. What about those $25 CD’s? You’re lucky if you can get 25 cents for them.
Things are much different today. Entire walls or even rooms in music stores are now devoted to the supply of vinyl records. In a strange twist of fate, the mp3 has made the CD obsolete, yet created a place for the vinyl record to once again take center stage. Hipsters seem to love the stuff, and even clothing chops like Urban Outfitters carry an impressive collection of vinyl. You can even find record players being sold everywhere, many of them that now connect to computers via USB. This is a sign that the vinyl record is back and here to stay. I couldn’t be happier!


My current quest is to obtain vinyl copies of all the albums I’ve fallen in love with over the years. Thanks to the vinyl renaissance, we are living a period of vinyl reissues. Many artists recognize the importance of the vinyl record, most notably Eddie Vedder and Billy Corgan. I don’t know what’s going on with the Pearl Jam reissues but they are not happening anymore it seems and that makes me very sad, but The Smashing Pumpkins back-catalog is seeing the light of day, and what’s being produced is impressive. Last year alone, along with a new Album, Oceania, we saw the re-issuance of Pisces Iscariot and …. and…. at long last, Mellon Collie and The Infinite Sadness; The best vinyl reissue in my opinion to date. Housed in a beautiful box, spread out onto four discs and including two full-page color booklets, it had re-affirmed not only my love of vinyl but the importance of the physical musical medium: an album was meant to be heard being played on a turntable, while sprawled out on the floor or couch or bed reading the lyrics as the record plays. Not as an mp3 on your way to work on a noisy bus, and not though a fan made YouTube video. This is not how music was meant to experienced. Music is something that you should be able to pick up, tear the shrink wrap off of, place on a turn table, and devour. Bon appetit! -This Is Orson Welles.

Is wishes were horses, I’d have a ranch: If you don’t come out west and see, you’ll never know at all: I guess one afternoon you won’t cross my mind, I’ll get over you, over time…

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:
Shrimp  Okonomiyaki:
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.

MONTREAL: Still a great place to live: The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

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?:
  • Pulled Pork
  • Mouth-watering Brisket
  • 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)
  • Cole Slaw
  • 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


and the mac and cheese! Look at these toppings:

For desert: Sweet Potato Pie

Another cool thing about this place is that if you want your meal to go, it’s served in a pik nik basket. You can go to the park across the street, and then bring the basket back when you’re done. I find this particularly cute.
Now I know there are a lot of hip, vintage-style eateries opening up in Montreal, and a lot of them do not live up to the hype, but this place, so far, checks off all the boxes. Looking forward to my next visit.

For those of you who were hoping for some controversy; sorry, not this time around. I promise I will blast somebody/something in my next blog entry. Hell, elections are coming up in a few weeks, boy oh boy do I have a lot to say about that. I leave you for now.. -This Is Orson Welles.