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5AM paris, pigalle red-light.
five youths, too hunched and too high,
but o i feel invincible in this fortress
built of bumbags, tiny cigarette fires,
and feet patting frozen cement,
toes on the pulse of this city, fingers
like quick slivers of moonlight.

Our fingers stay afloat albeit briefly on the small arctic keys.

(the fingers are heavy, unnatural)

They must do their dance of death, leaping from one to another in succession, until we are spent, brows knotted, gasping for breath. And finally- many or some of- the sentences safely cross to the vast other side (the ones that do not make it float up from the cracks in the arctic ice and haunt our fingertips), where the grass is greener because we do this until it is pretty,

until it is clever,

until it is sincere,

until we smile, laugh, or ugh,

until we are spent, brows knotted, gasping for breath,

until it resembles knives.

"When two kisses kiss, it's like two tigers talking about infinity with their teeth."

I am returning, sweaty thirsty elated, from the secret Justice after party, which was literally a hole in the wall on Du Parc. One had to walk down a pitch black alley behind an abandoned building, jump, and climb into a different building (there is no entrance or exit door in the whole place), and pass a dark corridor behind a heavy steel enforced door to get into where the party was. O, I met people.

(Drunken picture here with total strangers suddenly acting chummy with me.)

Montrealers are far more cordial when drunk and high.

Before then, of course, was the Justice midnight show. My God. If you only have to see two shows ever in your life, they are Justice and Final Fantasy. For different reasons. I had high expectations, and the Parisian duo did not disappoint. To begin warmup: Phantom II, the Battlestar Galactica drones of Waters of Nazareth, the body popping D.A.N.C.E., Prince masturbating to Numan DVNO and my most fave, Stress! I have footage, but it does not do 'Justice' at all- here, I might wish I did get that $2500 camera.

(Shit non-$2500 cam picture here.)

I am uploading stuff later, after I get my forty winks. You know, my hair smells like cigarettes and pot (o o o, Xavier smoked whatever it was constantly while DJing but I smelled mj everywhere) and is it even worth mentioning the Do Make Say Think set- probably, just that I walked out after 15 minutes of 11 or so people simply reminding me why I quit junior high band. Then I sprinted to the Justice show, 35 minutes away in the rain, and Jesus Mari Joseph...

At one point Gaspard looked up right at me as I did the cross with my arms, and he hit me back. Needless to say, I feel invincible now. The show,

it is worth every drop of sweat and every ounce of bounce.

Eating is an art, too. Here in Montreal, I've been mostly doing groceries and making my own to save $ better spent on alcohol, shopping, and the usual rock debauchery. So a few of the things I love to eat are as follows:

1) Fairmount sesame bagel, cut in half and lightly toasted with Liberte cream cheese and honey drizzled on top.

2) Liberte maple yogurt and/or Dare maple creme cookies.

3) Tuna with hot peppers, dill and lemon on a bed of greens.

4) Rye toast spread with eggplant, tomato, and sweet peppers and havarti cheese.

5) Baraka hummus with tahini.

6) The eggs benedict brunch with niçoise salade from M sur Masson.

7) The 'untraditional' poutine from Café Local on St. Viateur.

8) The after 10 PM $20 special at Café Leméac on Laurier (I haven't tried this yet, but at $20, how can I not?)

9) Tapeo or pinxto tapas...

I don't like smoked meat so much, so Schwartz is not on there, and since I feel the same about foie gras, the Cochon is not on my list, either.

Some good bars to go to in Montreal to meet good people:

1) L'Escogriffe (Wed - Sat)

2) Foufounes Électriques (Wed - Sat)

3) Casa del Pop...

4) Salon Daomé

And, if you go after midnight, the green room on St. Laurent.

I wish someone would have told me this two weeks ago. Hmpf.

We're experiencing the quiet before the storm (ie. Do Make Say Think and two Justice shows on Friday), and people aren't going out much during the week.

The audience at the Bravery were the most enthusiatic and energetic bunch yet. They sang along to every song, jumped up and down, and threw their hands up in the air. There was crowd surfing.

These people were, however, mostly meathead frat boys and really old people. I'm talking about mummy and daddy old- 50 to 60 age bracket. I don't know what happened. Tourists on the St. Laurent strip?

The band itself was ok. I should have gotten the tickets for today's Digitalism show instead with this money.

Regrets.

P.S. What I said about no fat people in Montreal... I stand corrected: there are fat people. One just does not seem them, because they drive cars.