Showing posts with label Aversions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aversions. Show all posts

Sunday, June 11, 2006

We're against it

What are The Aversions averse to? Intact music gear, as far as I can tell. They gave Irene's stands and microphones a rare thumping. They also covered the Wasted Lives' Wirehead, and finished the set with Touchstone looping his microphone lead over parts of Mr. Tavernier's drums and pulling his kit to bits. Unfortunately the relative darkness of the Irene's stage was playing hob with my camera's focus. There was a lot of action, but not a lot of it made it into bits and bytes. This was the first show I've been to in some time where I was actually worried about being hit by some bit of airborne instrumentation.

Which picture of Touchstone doubled over to run? There were a lot of options.



Boredom L. models the Flipper look.



No one knows what Bassist G. Fox really looks like.



Mr. Tavernier on drums.



Singalong action!



Aversion action!















One-two-three pull!





I bumped into Touchstone at Birdman Sound the day after the show ... he was a much quieter guy off stage - or maybe he was just hung over.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Men in black

Despite the wretched weather we're having I decided to make the trek down to Irene's to see The Sweet Janes say goodbye to guitarist Captain Carl, who's off to Winnipeg. I hadn't seen either The Aversions and The Cryptomaniacs, so that was also a draw. Most importantly, since I spent Thursday night puking instead of watching The Fiftymen, Ukrainia! and J'envoie as I'd planned, I was hungry for music. Plus I can bounce loads of flash of Irene's ceiling. Huzzay!

You can watch the Janes in any colour you'd like, provided it's black.



Half of the fuzzier-than-thou Cryptomaniacs.



The Aversions prepare for their war on audio gear.



A cool show. Incidentally, if the owners of Glebe Side Kids are wondering who vandalized their storefront planters, I can reveal all: It was a young woman in a black cocktail dress. As I was passing by, she had reached such a zenith of annoyance with her boyfriend that she was ready to unleash her fury on both mankind and the vegetable kingdom. She yelled at me "I'll attack you with plants!" then threw one of the hapless pansies at me, along with a small clump of dirt. Fortunately, I was unharmed. I think the pansy was a bit worse for wear, though.