I'm the ghost of city life

A copy of the new Alberta Cross record landed on a colleagues desk today. I'd been meaning to buy it, but as circumstance would have it, hadn't gotten to it yet. And there it was, shiny and new - filled with songs that weren't strangers to me, but that I hadn't heard in a while. Old friends waiting to be revisited.

And there they were, in fine form. Petter, Terry, Alec, Sam and Austin - darling boys I drove around with that one time. Darker and heavier than their debut EP, Broken Side of Time is a stunning full-length record that goes down nicely with a bottle of red wine, a few hundred cigarettes and a head full of nostalgia.

I won't bore you with some wordy and pretentious review about this particular guitar solo, or that tortured lyric or the artistic principles employed... the album speaks for itself and you're smart enough to form your own opinions.

I could not give you an unbiased review of this record if I tried. Anyone who knows me knows I gave my heart to this band when I first stumbled upon them at All Points West in 2008. Every song attaches itself to a memory. Living room slumber parties, stolen bananas, singing along under an umbrella on a rainy Thursday in Buffalo, dark highways, squealing brakes, getting pulled over in Woodstock, NY, hotel rooms with decor unchanged from 1964, the loudest snoring you've ever heard... and the laughter.

Well done, boys. Well done.

While there are better songs to showcase the mood of the record, this song is speaking to me in particular today. I'd forgotten how moving it was. Beautifully captured:


x&o - Miss A

I'd like to die with the songs I love stuck in my head

It's Saturday afternoon. 12:30pm. I am sitting in my mothers house drinking a Stella I brought home with me from last weekend's adventure. It is the last of 2 Stellas that I smuggled back into the country with me. The last of 2 Stellas that bring memories with every sip.

Memories like these:



I spent a weekend driving around New York State and Vermont with my darling fave raves Alberta Cross. We went from Buffalo to Woodstock Mountain Jam to Burlington Vermont. It was my first real road trip adventure - and it was wonderful. I even somehow found myself onstage with the band in Woodstock and Vermont
(this is the only photographic evidence of it that has surfaced thus far).

Alas, all good things must end and I'm now back in the middle of reality... and while reality is pretty good for me right now, it's certainly not magic. I find myself wondering what I can do/where I can go to create some magical existence for myself where every day is an adventure. Is it too much to ask?

I guess I'm just waiting for that moment of clarity when it all becomes so obvious and I finally know what I want.

I think I'll be waiting a long time...

x and o
-Miss A

I just want to live, is that a crime?

Me right now (1am):

I decided to Perez myself to showcase the black eyes I've developed due to lack of sleep, emotional exhaustion and stress. I've been de-cluttering, vacuuming, putting all my clothing in garbage bags, and transferring my cat to an alternate location in preparation for tomorrows death spray. Enjoy your last meal, fuckers...because tomorrow YOU DINE IN HELL.
(Finally a reason to quote Gerard Butler.)

Amid all this chaos I managed to download an album I've been trying to find for a couple months. No luck finding a solid copy, but thanks to a Puretracks $10 gift card I am now the proud digital owner of ALBERTA CROSS - The Thief and the Heartbreaker.
Buy it... seriously...if you don't like this record you're a knob.
(I'm allowed to say that...it's my blog.)

See? Would I lead you astray?
Never.

x and o
-Miss A

P.S. I miss my cat already. The house is very empty without her.
P.s.s. I really REALLY appreciate the kudos, encouragement and feedback you guys are sending me on facebook in response to my blog, but I'd love you more if you actually commented on the actual posting itself from now on. :)