Sunday, May 11, 2008

Guitarist for The Dead


No, not the Grateful Dead, sillies . . . these dead are probably not so grateful, but I think I entertained at least some of them this afternoon. It was just such a nice day that I grabbed my acoustic, two Cuivrées, and the camera and made my way to the vast expanse at Notre-dâme-des-neiges cemetery and plunked myself down on a stolen Air Canada blanket and entertained the netherworldly troops for an hour or so.

Did a self-timer photo. Not the best, but you get the gist. Next time I'll bring my laptop and tape it. That would be better. Then you can listen to what all those souls below were no doubt dancing to . . .

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Amazon Downloads: Who Knew?

Never thought I'd say it, but this Amazon downloading thing is really cool. If you have an account, you can literally be listening to an album on your computer before the song that inspired the purchase has finished playing on the radio.

I'm not listening to the radio, but the Galaxy music system on Vidéotron (worth the entire subscription, if you ask me) and this is possibly the third one-click download I've made this month. $8.99 and the entire album is in iTunes within a matter of SECONDS. In this case, all complete even before the song was over.

This time it was Elaine Elias (who?) Sings Jobim. Really, really good.

Delectable. And easy. Saves me a bus ride into town, a search among the CD racks, $18.99 for a useless piece of packaging that takes up shelf space . . . need I go on? And she gets her cut, too. All's right with the world.

Amazing

The pesco-ovo-lacto-vegetarian saga continues. Last night it was Thai green curry with shrimp, something I usually do with chicken. Very odd to taste shrimp where chicken used to be, but I’m getting used to it. It’s just picking off the tails—that I will never get used to. One after all does not have to peel the tail feathers off every chicken breast.

And sesame-cashew rice noodle salad (no meat, no wheat) . . . rice noodles are a devil to make, much touchier than your ordinary pasta. Re: gluey on the outside, hard on the inside. Don’t you hate that? But I defeated it by putting the throwaway mess in the microwave in water for a few minutes and it actually turned out fine (recipe to follow).

Walked to the Asian store (Kim Phat, at Plaza Cote-des-Neiges) yesterday, and as usual it was like being a kid in a candy store. So many sauces, so little time. I could barely stagger home with my haul.

But my cucumber salad is becoming perfect, now that it’s being made and consumed in large amounts every day, so when the magic formula has been determined (it changes like the wind but is always good) it shall be posted.

Haven’t seen a chicken or a cow in almost a month now.

Amazing.

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Spicy Sesame Noodles with Chopped Peanuts and Thai Basil


1 tablespoon peanut oil
2 tablespoons minced peeled fresh ginger
4 garlic cloves, minced
3 tablespoons Asian sesame oil
2 tablespoons soy sauce
2 tablespoons rice vinegar
1/8 cup mirin
1 tablespoon (or more) hot chili oil
Salt to taste (but can always adjust with soy sauce instead)
Packet Vietnamese rice vermicelli
12 green onions (white and pale green parts only), thinly sliced
1/2 cup coarsely chopped roasted peanuts
1/4 cup thinly sliced fresh Thai basil leaves

Heat peanut oil in small skillet over medium heat. Add ginger and garlic; sauté 1 minute. Transfer to large bowl. Add next 6 ingredients; whisk to blend.

Follow package directions (good luck!) for vermicelli. Drain thoroughly and transfer to bowl with sauce. Add sliced green onions and toss to coat noodles. Let stand at room temperature until noodles have absorbed dressing, tossing occasionally, about 1 hour. Stir in peanuts and Thai basil; toss again. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Serve at room temperature.

(After-note: the next morning the noodles had somehow magically become al dente; don't give up on them! It turned out to be awesome!)

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Weirder than Sulawesian Gamelan marching music

Have been talking to this sax player who owns a studio in Montreal.

So I find out he’s in a band, Kids Eat Crayons, and it’s easily the most bizarre music I have ever heard, even weirder than Sulawesian Gamelan marching music.

They’re performing at Café Campus on the 25th and we’re going to go check it out. It’s gonna be weird but fun . . . you should too!

Monday, May 5, 2008

Acch, Into the Fire

It's been so long since I was actually in a band but I'm considering it now. Actually posted on craigslist and thought I'd share the moment so you can check out the latest tunes all in one place. Lovely bossa nova in the pipeline but I broke a string on the acoustic so it will have to wait. Jeez, soon I'll have a whole album here! Thanks for being the guinea pigs, dudes and dudettes--I'll get back to food soon. But now I'm busy plucking various strings and losing weight (though two bottles of Mousseux were consumed with two frites platters at La Petite Ardoise on Laurier--a location I'm casing for the Japanese boutique I'm going to make next year). $100 tab but what the hell--good time, good friends, it all goes away when you're six feet under

Anyway.

http://www.montrealfood.com/makeloveonmoon.mp3
http://www.montrealfood.com/notaclue.mp3
http://www.montrealfood.com/leahcomehome2.mp3
http://www.montrealfood.com/sweetgirl.mp3

Friday, May 2, 2008

Make Love On the Moon

Wrote lyrics for the instrumental

The song is here.

Just have to find a studio to actually record this stuff in. It will happen. Vocals not great, but working on it.


MAKE LOVE ON THE MOON

Loving one, all so ever on the go
Will you listen now
Does your heart betray you so

Precious one, can you take the time to live
Can you see somehow
How much you have to give

There’s a saviour here
A bandaid for your soul
I’m just waiting, babe
And the halves become the whole
Gotta wing it now
And sing ourselves a tune
Yes we’ll sing it now
And make love on the moon

Make love on the moon

SAX BREAK!!!! (to come!)

Take the time to love a sunny day
And paint your walls all blue
Cause I know what’s eating you

Not so hard to spend the time alone
If you’re firm within yourself
And all your sins condone

There’s a saviour here
A bandaid for your soul
I’m just waiting, babe
And the halves become the whole
Gotta wing it now
And sing ourselves a tune
Yes we’ll sing it now
And make love on the moon

Make love on the moon

Chris

My brother died in 2001 (muscular dystrophy) but my mother recently mailed me his diary, circa 1985 . . . he had my same mordant wit.

Entry:

“United 747 lost 9 over Hawaii. Right front door ripped off the fuselage skin, so 1st class got it."

The joke would now be ‘Aloha . . .’”

Chris was such a card. Now you know where I get it.