Photoblog #2: Simon Legault Quartet

Posted on August 30, 2007

Photoblog

Posted on August 27, 2007

So my plans as described in the previous post all failed. It sucks but life goes on.
In an effort to heal my broken heart, I went out and bought a Nikon DSLR camera. It’s a beauty and I love it.
So now that I have nothing to say, I’m just going to post pretty pictures. Comments are always welcome.

First loves

Posted on August 1, 2007

This week I wish to honour my first musical loves. Thanks to my aunt/cousin/godmother, I discovered the joys of music at a very young age. This week, I wish to honour my first loves: Madona and Aerosmith. As I was doing the 17 hour inventory at work, at about hour 12, she popped in Jimi Hendrix, which brought me back to my sweet 16. Later on, at about hour 14, she popped in Aerosmith’s notorious Get A Grip. That brought me back to when I was 10 years old. I clearly remember locking myself in my parent’s van when we were camping and blasting this album on for hours on end. It was my refuge. How wonderful it was. That was my fist conscious choice of music ever. Everything else before that was pretty much imposed on me by my surroundings. I feel pretty cool thinking back on it. I’m still so in love with every song on this album to this day. How awesome it was. Steven Tyler’s crazy and theatrical ways is a pretty good initiation to music if you ask me.

But if we go back even further into the musical history of my life, I remember dancing and totally digging this stuff right here below:

I was like 3 or 4 years old. There was also Like a Virgin, which brings us back to my toddler years. What really amazes me is that I remember all this stuff. What crazy memory I have that I don’t remember so much of my teenage years, but that I actually have vivid memories of being like 2 or 3 years old and dancing to Madonna. As an added bonus, I acually truly believes that she’s probably one of the best things that was going on musically in the 80s. So now all I need is a picture of me grooving it to these good old tunes in my pink leg warmers and we’re all set. Oh the good old days!