I just threw up a bit in my mouth.

Rants in my Pants

Most trends I feel I can easily navigate my way through should I be caught in the crossfire. I was just relaying a story about this to a friend this morn. Basically my thoughts on this are that if you really like something - I mean for reals - than it doesn’t really matter if it’s trendy. You stick with what you like and even after the cool has worn off of it you’ll still be going strong knowing you know what you like. After all, you should be the only one you’re trying to please.

Having just read about the final nail in the coffin that was the once very rad Queen St. W here in Toronto, I’m thinking that maybe Oshawa or one of those places people move/commute from may be where I need to be. I’m speaking of course of the absoultely pungeunt concept behind Toronto’s latest vinegar factory: Tattoo Rock Bar. It would seem that two of the Toronto club jugernauts who brought you 90% of the clubs you walk by and wonder, “wow, how did that bag of antlers even find a bag that sparkly” or “I wonder what wheel well he wiped that scent out of”, bring you a club that’s only cool part is… I’m kidding, there’s nothing cool. But if you’re an easily influenced douchebag looking for a good way to piss off your folks or what will likely be the worst party favor ever, I believe you’ve found the place.

You’d better hurry though, with the attention span that this crowd has, it’s sure to be a has been before you can get your florescent pink sunglass’d, high waisted, skinny jean wearin’ ass on your converted 80’s single speed bike with just a front brake!

3 Comments

  1. Justin says:

    This is complete nonsense. Queen West is vibrant, skinny jeans are cool and bikes are a menace, no matter what decade they’re from.

    I say good day to you sir.

  2. bRAD says:

    You don’t want to move to Oshawa. Trust me!

  3. [...] Last night I ventured into the unknown, a place that my tattoo snobbery has thus far prevented me from entering – the Tattoo Rock Parlour to see my friend Chris’s new band, Metz, play. I’ll save you the long winded rant about the commidification of culture and the ultimate in cheese (which I just wrote and deleted) and say that this place, although it looks nice in that sort of pseudo-gothic Osbourne Family kind of way, is every bit as douchey as I’d anticipated and I felt horribly out of place the whole time I was there. [...]

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