I once again am working late... making with the rock criticism. Plus-wise I've been getting some pretty plum picks (or is that cherry picks... watermelon?) to review lately. I'll go into greater detail when I'm not so punchy from having to describe what makes an analogy synth line "sublime."
I've been neglecting to relay the store-based excitement from last week. An acquaintance of mine takes pictures for The Gleaner and occasional uses the store as a setting for "stand-alones," pictures to fill in otherwise dead space when nothing of note happens (which is thrice weekly in Fredericton). This time when he called it was to employ the colourful, prop-filled environs to photograph a person for a specific feature. The person:
Casey LeBlanc.
For those of you scratching your head right now, Casey LeBlanc was a Canadian Idol runner-up (or runner-runner-runner-up... I dunno) last year and comes from nearby Nackawic. Apparently she'd just signed a recording contract in... TORONTO!!!! and front page coverage was needed, and plenty of it. Although Backstreet/Canadian Idol are not two avenues (concepts?) generally juxtaposed I thought what would be the harm?
She arrived with her entourage (mom, little sister, little brother) and Dave was quick and efficient with the shots. No one struck up a conversation... my presence was acknowledged... kinda... and the whole thing was over in 6 minutes. The one regret I have is that Dave couldn't get her to pose in front of the large Johnny Cash wall poster I have of the famous "finger" picture:
I thought Casey standing in front with her dainty little middle finger aloft would make the front page a happier place, but alas her mom nuh-uhn'd it.
That said here is your second taste of mystery rock goodness:
Mystery track#2
3 comments:
My microsoft audio player is betraying you. Taking all the mystery out of the game.
luv
ooohhh...now i know the poster. of course.
she's one of those ppl that i think has a window of pretty....a mallish wow! so now! hair/makeup/clothing contrived, make the most of what you have sorta pretty....she needs roughening up. she'd be infinitely hotter and more interesting if she was sweatshirt mom strung out and a lil' more j.cash in that poster...the best thing for her career right now would to be to say fuck on enow. or maybe, more realistically, confess an addiction to painkillers...virgin suicide brand sunny veneer juxtaposed with complicated underpinnings.therein lie the road to the contemporary sexy virgin. it's a tough ticket. casey should hire me. i'd do her up right. stpe #1. lose yer momma. step #2. knock over a shooter bar. have an amateur videographer nearby. step #3. on tour, rip your made to look old, ironic tee purchased at american eagle, down the middle, almost exposing your breasts but not quite. this one's tricky....might involve perforating the shirt beforehand and stitching in some reinforcement in the right spots.but can be done. the key is to make it look spontaneous...overcome by your animal nature k. casey, this is all you get for free.
I've forwarded your development plans to Casey's team. I imagine you'll be receiving a call soon concerning your place in the street team.
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