Shotgun Divorce Cake by KIER-LA JANISSE
Speaking of Kier-La Janisse, cake and other comely slices of life, here’s one for you:
MONTREAL’S psychotronic film centre NEEDS YOUR HELP! By this I mean the following:
Stop liking the fuck out of us (yes, I’m known there as Dr. Clown, the French Canadian Dream 2.0 aka the Franch Curator) on facebook and PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS.
The rent is flabbergasting in terms of how much we need to pay just to ensure the geographical centrality of our venue. On top of it all, we’ve got in trouble with various “professionals” -i.e. people who know their trades well enough to corner us and coerce us into paying them considerable amounts of money for work that had little to do with what they were initially hired to do.
In other words: YOU KNOW THAT 20$ YOU WERE SAVING TO CLOG UP YOUR NOSE THIS WEEKEND IN ORDER TO BOOST YOUR EGO AND MAKE YOURSELF A CENTRAL CHARACTER IN THAT DEBATE ON THE VELVET’S MAGNITUDE IN ROCK HISTORY?
WELL, DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND INSTEAD OF SPENDING IT ON SOMETHING THAT WAS ONCE PART OF A DIGESTIVE SYSTEM, SPEND IT AT BLUE SUNSHINE.
I’m sure I’m (once again) sounding like the total snob that I am, but the folks at Blue Sunshine deserve better than what they’re currently getting AND FURTHERMORE, I’d be understating their importance in my personal life by simply saying I’d take a bullet for them.
R.
