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I think one big mistake… Girls are trained to say, ‘I wrote this, but it’s probably really stupid.’ Well, no, you wouldn’t write a novel if you thought it was really stupid. Men are much more comfortable going, ‘I wrote this book because I have a unique perspective that the world needs to hear.’ Girls are taught from the age of seven that if you get a compliment, you don’t go, ‘Thank you’, you go, ‘No, you’re insane.’
I had to learn to go, ‘Thank you.’ Because it’s much easier to go, ‘Thank you so much, I’m actually a huge piece of shit who has no worthy things to offer the world, so I appreciate that you said that.’
Posted on Wednesday April 16 by Lisa Lagace at 7:59 am
I’ve watched Diner at least a few times in my life, and to this day I can still say without hesitation that it’s easily one of the best films the 80s ever produced. The “don’t touch my records” scene gets me every time. The first time I saw Diner I was still in high school and my only access to vinyl was my dads small collection in the basement that he no longer used because his decades old record player needed repair and he had more important financial obligations, so it all went to waste. It wasn’t until I moved to Toronto for university that I started my own collection, taking what my dad would give me from his and searching through flea markets for old Beatles, Doors and Led Zeppelin records.
My collection now certainly isn’t massive, and I’m nowhere near as anal as Shrevie with my organization (old ie. pre 1980s records alphabetized together, new ie. post 1980s records alphabetized together), but I relate completely to him in this scene, as do music geeks around the word. It expresses perfectly that obsessive love people like us have for this all important art form. When she says “It’s just music, not that big a deal” my heart aches for him. Imagine dating someone and hearing them say this? Ultimate deal breaker.
Music has always acted as a marker for moments in my life, and just as he remembers what song was playing when he first met her, I remember songs in relation to people and moments, almost exclusively. Who introduced me to this artist? Where did I first hear that song? It all takes on a heavy meaning that stays filed somewhere in the back of my brain, and comes flooding back the second I think of a particular song.
I will never forget the song “One Day At A Time” because I associate it with my Grandma’s funeral, where it was played and I learned the French version was her favorite song. I had no idea she liked music, and even if it was an overtly religious song that would normally make me cringe, the fact that that was her favorite song opened up my eyes to her in a way I never grasped when she was still alive, and made me let go of any anger I had toward her. Suddenly she wasn’t just a bitter resentful old lady, she was completely humanized through that song. I understood that she struggled too, each and every day, and her judgement was just deflection.
I associate the Smog song “Teenage Spaceship” with my bus ride back home to attend my childhood best friend’s funeral, because it was a sad trip so of course I was listening to Smog, but that song in particular reminded me of growing up with her and how she saved me from myself. Once it came up on my iPod I just listened to it on repeat for the rest of the trip.
I associate the Grandaddy song “AM 180” with the first time I ever fell in love, and Bonnie Prince Billy’s “New Partner” with the first time I had my heart ripped out.
Tom Waits’ Real Gone, Arcade Fire’s Funeral and The Walkmen’s Bows + Arrows will forever be connected to my second year of university, when I moved out of the dorms and in with my friends, who were more aware of indie music than me at the time and who I am forever thankful to for exposing me to music outside the classic rock world I was so obsessed with back then.
I will always associate Elliott Smith’s “Miss Misery” with the year I was completely tortured in middle school, and how that song made me feel so much less alone.
Serge Gainsbourg will always remind me of one of the most fun dates I ever went on, in which I broke into Casa Loma in the middle of the night with one of the cutest guys I’d ever dated at that point in time.
Weakerthan’s “The Reasons” will always remind me of the first time I got to know someone who has become very special to me.
I made a whole mixtape of songs that I strongly associate with growing up, and my parents.
I could go on and on and on. Music is memories for me. Many good, some bad, all very important. And I think that’s the case for all of us who get obsessive about our records. It’s not “just music.” It’s our whole lives summed up in many different notes and words that the records have given us.
The songs are markers, audible tattoos that bring us back, let us live in that moment again, recall that person, place or time, for better or for worse. [Click to Tweet]
Messing with someone’s records is messing with their history, don’t do it without expecting some wrath.
Posted on Monday April 14 by Lisa Lagace at 7:59 am
Hey peeps! Happy weekend! Hope your week was lovely. The periods of sunshine have been glorious, even if they are almost always followed by rain. I’ll take 60+ degrees and rainy over 12 degrees and frozen. It’s finally beginning to feel normal in the city again.
I’m gearing up for another busy summer as festival season begins in a few weeks! Heads up, I’ll be doing giveaways for the first two festivals – Hot Docs and Canadian Music Week – so stay tuned.
How to Talk to Designers If You’re Not a Designer If everyone who ever worked with a designer or a creative of any kind could just read and follow this advice – the world would be a better place. I’ve had to experience first hand just how awful some clueless fools treat designers. It’s a horrific thing to witness the arrogance of laymen who truly think they’re designers.
Dear parents, you are being lied to Seriously – vaccinate your kids. It’s a disservice to the entire population – particularly the kids with allergies to vaccines – if you choose not to.
David Letterman Retiring From ‘Late Show’ After 22 Years This was big news to me! But then again, as soon as I heard it – it made perfect sense. He waited for Leno to be off the air – he no longer has a nemesis he enjoys stealing viewers from – I love that he waited until just after Leno was kicked out (again) to announce it. Dave will always remain the gold standard whom I compare all late night hosts to. His harsh sense of humour is sadly a rarity in the hosting department these days.
Here’s a (crap quality) video of Dave Grohl, Krist Novolselic, Courtney Love and Kurt’s mom and sisters accepting Nirvana’s induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. The reaction to Courtney is of course interesting – but it’s nice that she’s squashing the beef (for now) with Dave. I especially love his mom saying “He’d be so proud – he’d say he wasn’t – but he would be.” Truth, right there:
Gotta throw in more videos of the ceremony because it was a truly inspired choice to have some of the best females in music taking Kurt’s place onstage for the performances – St. Vincent, Lorde, Kim Gordon, Joan Jett? You know he would have loved this:
Posted on Friday April 11 by Lisa Lagace at 7:59 am
Punk is musical freedom. It’s saying, doing and playing what you want. In Webster’s terms, ‘nirvana’ means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that’s pretty close to my definition of Punk Rock.
Posted on Wednesday April 9 by Lisa Lagace at 7:56 am
This awesome project comes from the brilliant mind of Adly Syairi Ramly – go follow him on Twitter!
He’s created these for many, many bands, but find below a collection of the bands I love most from this project, made via little lego pieces. It’s always inspiring to see people find new creative ways to show their love for music (and nostalgic toys).
I’m hoping he will make versions of Bruce Springsteen, Patti Smith, Fleetwood Mac, Arcade Fire and Broken Social Scene.
If these were for sale in stores, I’d buy them.
Posted on Tuesday April 8 by Lisa Lagace at 7:59 am