I’ve been meaning to write this post for a couple of Sundays now but kept forgetting. Why have I been saving it for specifically for Sunday? As you know, we try to reserve this day to talk about something more personal and give a glimpse to who we are.
During my university days, I worked retail part-time. One of my co-workers (and friends) at the time was Trevor Guthrie. If you were a fan of boy bands during the late 90s/early 2000s, you might remember soulDecision. They had a couple of hits in Canada, but hit it big with “Faded” internationally. Yours truly even got a shout out on one of their first albums. I haven’t seen him in a couple of years, but Brian always bumps into him while both are getting their hair dids. Yup, we all have the same hairstylist.
An old friend of mine from back in the day recently directed me to Trevor’s latest single. He teamed up with Dutch producer Armin Van Buuren for a wicked new dance track, “This Is What It Feels Like.” The song has peaked to No. 2 in the Netherlands and starting to get some radio airplay in Canada. If you haven’t heard it yet, check it out below. It’s pretty good and I predict it’s going to be a grower.
We have started our search for the newest addition to our panel! Our first guest co host is a young chad named Henry.
Henry was actually one of the first people to apply and his application had me in stitches. He quoted Mean Girl, Bridesmaids & Pitch Perfect (All Homorazzi staples).
In this episode after we introduce Henry, we talk about the mess that is Amanda Bynes & the engagement of two gals that I had no idea were even dating! In music we talk about Demi Lovato and one of Patrick’s favorite up and comers.
Movies we hit on Scary Movie 5 and one of the most anticipated movies on our list, The Purge!
Check out the entire episode below and stay tuned for who we’ve got on the panel next week.
Well I’m finally back from my week long road trip from Vancouver, BC to Indio, California for Coachella 2013 and I have to say it was arguably the best and most magical experience of my entire life. I make grand statements like that often but let me assure you, I am not exaggerating. For those of you who have considered attending a music festival before but haven’t had the time, or gotten around to doing it… get off your butt and do it. You will not regret it.
Here are some of the highlights of our insane trip…
After waking up at 5am we left Vancouver heading south through Seattle. After stopping in Portland to stock up on tax-free camping supplies, we were making good time and decided to take the scenic Oregon coast. WARNING: Do not attempt! We ended up having to cut back over to the I-5 and lost about 5 hours. After 20 hours of straight driving, we decided to sleep in Redding for the night.
On Sundays, we try to give more insight of us behind the scenes. Try being the operative word, since I just looked back and it’s been awhile since I wrote something about the cast. My bad. Today, I wanted to put the spotlight on a friend of many of us on the cast.
Meet Anna Thorsen. She’s the Editor-in-Chief of The Social-Life.com. Recently, she launched a new venture called by post street. It’s a limited edition t-shirt and music company which features fashion icons and house & hip hop deejays. The project is a collaboration between Anna and Vancouver street artist, Kat Thorsen (her mom). How adorable is that, right?
by post street held their launch party last weekend at 1181– one of our favorite YVR hangs. Anna is sandwiched between some of the lounge’s hot bar staff. Side note: Carson, to her left, is one of my besties ;) The one on the far right is DJ Adam Dreaddy whom we’ve featured on the site before. He provided wicked tunes throughout the day.
During the event, by post street debuted their first limited run tees, Collaboration 1 [KAR]. A great time was had by all. It was one of the best #sundayfundays I’ve had in a while. Collaborations will be released monthly and will feature podcasts made exclusively by the “DJs-of-the-month” to download for free. 3% of by post street’s net-monthly profits will be donated to Vancouver Friends For Life. Check out the tees below, along with a picture of my friends and myself at the event.
Our first episode without Nic, waaaaah! Not going to lie when we got into the studio to film this episode it was a bit sad, but I think we totally managed. Without Nic there clogging up the airways Adam & I got to argue more. Let’s face it THAT is why you’re tuning in!
We talked about Justin Bieber and his meltdown, Lindsay Lohan and HER nonsense again because it’s funny.
Also Robin Thicke who I finally just had to say to Patrick that she needs to bring your relevant people to the panel. Robin Thicke? REALLY?!? Hardly news worthy with his desperate attempt at being edgy music video.
We ended with some movies and my new favorite show Golden Gays which you need to watch! Don’t forget we are looking for a new co host, so if you want to be a guest host one week shoot me an email firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll see if you’re a good fit! Enjoy our newest episode guys, and thanks for watching.
What is there left to do on a road trip of epic proportions, except end with how it all began. No, not a motel in Idaho (although I feel like we secretly miss Trina). No no, I’m talking about the beautiful gift of karaoke.
After these two woke up from their naps our last night in Chicago, we climbed the subway (our first public transit moment of the trip), and decided to go show the city how it was done, shimmying right through the doors of Spin. Steve killed a little Meatloaf, hell, the guy directing the karaoke did the duet version impromptu with him, I annihilated a little Shania, we chuckled, we drank, we came, we conquered, we left. Did we bounce to a couple of bars from the night before? Sure. Was it eventful? Maybe….Steve let an ex-con know that he, in fact, was the one in the bad mood. That’s all. And scene.
I realized that tomorrow, we hit our destination. It’s been a week. A full week in various cities and trapped in Beryl with two of my best friends and we still don’t hate each other. Last night I feel like we were all going through it a little, but like Steve said to me last night, it’s just so understandable for us to be absolutely exhausted at this point. You spend all day on the road, and then end up in a new city and feel the need to make the most of every minute, to do something as much as possible every second, and then you hit a wall and wonder why you’re such a crabby pants.
We did manage to have a hell of a lot of fun last night though. First stop in the Chicago scene in Lakeview was the ever popular Roscoe’s. Fantastic sprawling bar that felt like a cross of someone’s apartment and a modern saloon, the design of the place was fantastic from room to room, including a back dance floor and countless bars. The staff was phenomenal, and as I’m finding more and more with Chicago, the people are just effortlessly friendly.
Today we got the hell out of Omaha as soon as humanly possible. We all pretty much woke up in a foul mood, scowled at each other, and hugged it out later. But we got the car, packed up our luggage, and drove as far away from the Econolodge as we could in the shortest possible time we could.
Let me explain something about Bruce the cat. He is a lovely mild tempered angel of a feline, and his only fault is, he is a runner and a jumper. No windows are to be left open, no doors are to be left ajar. I just think Omaha really got to him, as it did with all of us, and as we drove across our first bridge out of the city, I think he must have peeked over Steve’s shoulder to see that the window locks weren’t on, and decided it a good idea to just end it all and lean his tiny paw on the back window button. Down it went. His father’s first reaction behind the wheel was to swerve to the right, in “save the cat” mode. Faye, frozen in fear of pushing a bag towards him, in turn knocking him out said window, yelled obscenities, and I gingerly, heart racing, turned around and squashed him down with my hand like a spider under a bar coaster, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and throwing him into the front seat. I’m not gonna say we didn’t pull over, I’m not gonna say we didn’t have a good cry after the previous day we had, I’m also not going to say that we didn’t make ourselves feel better by belting Heart’s Greatest Hits at the top of our lungs until Des Moines. I will say Bruce is happy and purring on a window sill as we speak. And I am half a bottle deep.