Local Artists
Feb. 10th, 2007 11:14 pmIt is, as it always is this time of year, February in Canada. Which we, the royal we, begrudgingly accept... with various degrees of dissonance. But generally fearless merry makers, alcoholics, sluts and otherwise go forth and brave the cold nights. If only in order to best jeopardize work and family commitments without too much initial issue.
One neat thing about my neighbourhood is that it's very much pre-gentrified. In the sense that the artists are moving in and the rents are going up. But Starbucks is still yet to arrive and crystal meth is still very much in style this season. So every 2nd night of the month there is an art crawl in and about all the various studios and galleries. Alas the weather and various illness kept many away this Friday evening. So we die-hards ended up, as usual, at Loose Canon Gallery. This time eating Dane's food and deciding what to do.
Then the master-stroke hit. And about 25 of us shuffled off to a nice local bar to sing Karaoke. Jelly fierced Bohemian Rhapsody flawlessly and I got up and did Rock Lobster with my Giggle Girls providing essential motions.
It's the perfect contrast to even Hamilton's pretty easy going arts crowd. I still had to hold myself back when on regular patron talked about how "useless" the municipal green bin organic recycling program was. And then interrogated as to which one of us went to the local university or college. Smile and nod. But then the bar owner thanked us profusely for wrangling so many booze hungry art nerds into their humble establishment.
One neat thing about my neighbourhood is that it's very much pre-gentrified. In the sense that the artists are moving in and the rents are going up. But Starbucks is still yet to arrive and crystal meth is still very much in style this season. So every 2nd night of the month there is an art crawl in and about all the various studios and galleries. Alas the weather and various illness kept many away this Friday evening. So we die-hards ended up, as usual, at Loose Canon Gallery. This time eating Dane's food and deciding what to do.
Then the master-stroke hit. And about 25 of us shuffled off to a nice local bar to sing Karaoke. Jelly fierced Bohemian Rhapsody flawlessly and I got up and did Rock Lobster with my Giggle Girls providing essential motions.
It's the perfect contrast to even Hamilton's pretty easy going arts crowd. I still had to hold myself back when on regular patron talked about how "useless" the municipal green bin organic recycling program was. And then interrogated as to which one of us went to the local university or college. Smile and nod. But then the bar owner thanked us profusely for wrangling so many booze hungry art nerds into their humble establishment.