Them Crooked Vultures

-Sitting in a Seattle coffee shop (Tully’s) writing this to you.-

 

*I changed my layout, so the links are harder to spot*

Upon our arrival in Seattle, it still hadn’t hit me that we were about to witness arguably the best rock line-up to come together since I don’t know when (dare I say ever? Speaking on my behalf, yes, I dare say it.).  It was the first time that I have gone south of the border for a show, and what a better show for me to lose my US Rock Concert virginity then at Them Crooked Vultures.

Comprised of Josh Homme (lead singer of my favourite band Queens of the Stone Age) Dave Grohl (Lead singer of the Foo-Fighters/Ex Nirvana Drummer) and the legendary John Paul Jones (bassist for Led Zeppelin, aka LEGEND) Them Crooked Vultures for the most part have been very humble about their new side project. David Grohl has been quoted saying that ““this is the best fucking band” he’s ever been in”.

Wanna read an interview with John Paul Jones concerning his new band? Click here.

When I saw QOTSA play in Vancouver in 2007 I was utterly blown away, and that is a lot to say considering that I had front row centre dress circle tickets for the show at The Orpheum Theatre, and at the last second it was changed to the Burnaby Hockey arena, general admission. In fact, any band/project that Homme has been a part of has stolen a bit of my soul (that’s good). TCV re-unites Grohl and Homme again after the highly credited “Songs for the Deaf” album from QOTSA, the album that went on to win a Grammy Award for this song.  Add John Paul Jones into the mix, and well, I still think that what I witnessed last night dream. Please don’t wake me up if this is the fact, ok?

TCV is already part of rock and roll history. What I seen last night is not possible to describe to you in words, it just does not do it justice. Music is music, and I hate to say it, but you had to be there.

None the less, I will do my best for you!

A band by the name of Mini Mansions opened up for TCV, and the trio was pretty damn good. One piano which the “lead singer” claimed, a bassist, a guitarist, and  drum kit which the guitarist and bassist rotated on made this threesome a very dynamic sounding bunch. The harmonies between the lead singer and guitarist/drummer were absolutely beautiful, and the overall sound of Mini Mansions was a very mesmerizing one, and I couldn’t help but think they must have listened to a lot of Pink Floyd. A very good band, keep an eye on them, they were chosen for a good reason.

Just before TCV hit the stage, my friend Andrea says to me, “Is that Travis over there?” I look over and see my buddy Travis, Lead singer for The Luna Riot, about 5 feet in front of us! Haha! What are the odds! We ended up spending the evening rockin out with him, his sis, and her boyfriend.

David Grohl hit the stage first to a HUGE welcome-back-home applause. He approached his drum set, which was not on a riser, with a face full of smiles, sat down, and emptied a bottle of water over his face.

Then the man who received more cheers than anybody else that night came out onto the stage with a crazy, purple, glowing, slide bass (by the way, it looked like it was from a science fiction movie. I have never seen anything like it before.), John Paul Jones-his name says it all. He too, was all smiles.

Then out came Josh Homme. Calm, cool, collected, and yes, he too, with a smile on his face. This man has done so much in the past 15 years with his music I will have to save it for a blog on its own.  I have no problem saying that this man is on the top of the world as far as Rock and Roll is involved. Josh Homme is the shit.

*Fav pic of the night*

No time wasted, they began to blow us away in a matter of seconds with the opening song: Nobody Loves me and Neither do I. Their chemistry is so obviously apparent, and although I was initially shocked that Grohl’s kit wasn’t on a riser, it all made perfect sense when they began playing: They all want to be on the same level. It seemed like they had been playing together for years! They were having more fun than the crowd, and that’s saying a lot, because people were surfing when the first chord was struck!

The crowd was composed of hard-core fans from all 3 main members past projects. It was a really cool mix to be honest. You obviously got the John Paul Jones fans, who were older but definitely not outnumbered, re-living the Led Zep days. The hardcore Grohl fans welcoming him back to his home state, and of course the Josh Homme fans were out in full force. They are arguably (bring it) a collection of rock’s most devoted and hardcore fans. Age definitely didn’t stop the John Paul Jones fans from crowd surfing!

Throughout their entire powerhouse performance, which NEVER lulled for a second, they would gather together around Dave’s drum kit and all would exchange smiles with one another. This was especially true for Dave Grohl and John Paul, for Jones would approach Grohl nearly every song and the two of them would just stare at each other as they tore through one song to the next.  All the while with grins on their faces, as if they were thinking “Yes, this is something special that we have here. “

Now that I’m on the topic of Jones, he is living proof that things do in fact get better with age. You should have seen his bass guitars! 4 string, 8 string, and yes, a 12 string! I have never seen anyone play a 12 string bass, so thank you Mr. Jones! Not only is the man a God on the bass, he proved that he could easily play the mandolin, keytar, and piano. I am officially going to go through all of the old Led Zeppelin albums once again. So once again, thank you Mr. Jones: I have been taken to a new rock concert high!

One of the highlights was the sensual song “Interlude with Lude”. John Paul Jones put on a keytar, and Homme ditched his guitar for a beer, and took his mic of the stand to swoon the crowd over, esp the ladies in the crowd. He danced and shuffled around the stage, and instantaneously put people under his smooth spell. It was a short but effective little break from the hard-hitting riffs that he was ripping out for the entire night. I’m pretty sure that half of the ladies in the crowd became pregnant from just witnessing it. On a Homme note, being the hard-core Queens of the Stone Age fan that I am, I noticed that Homme’s vocals have hit all time highs.  Once again, Josh Homme has proven that he is the king of collaboration and a future rock legend.

They finished up their set with a 10 minute jam that made the lack of an encore all the better: They came in and went out with a bang that I would be lucky to ever see again at any live show. We were all left in awe, not even wanting more, because there really couldn’t be any more!

Oh and I left out one big thing that put the cherry on top of the best live rock show that I have ever witnessed in person: Josh Homme threw his pick into the crowd and it whizzed past me about 6 feet to the right. “Damn it!” I thought to myself, I want that pick! I REALLY want that pick!” Of course the floor was so tightly packed with people I thought that there was no chance that I would get it, and that some lucky bastard had obviously picked (no pun intended) it up. I was wrong. As soon as the lights went on I walked towards the door scanning the floor. What do I see? A yellow, .73 mm Dunlop pick on the ground! I now own the Pick that Josh Homme used for the Them Crooked Vultures show in Seattle. Awesome.

What a night! Crowd surfing, sweating drunks rubbing of their moisture onto those unfortunate enough to be within their range(but who cares right? That is live music!), and a line-up that leaves no questions that they can collectively blow the roof off of buildings, and have proven that right now, they own rock and roll. I expected amazing, and what I got was awesome. These guys seem like they were made to jam with one another, and if you have a chance, I STRONGLY urge you to get to one of their shows before they are done and go back to their respected bands/ projects. It is worth a kidney, if that’s what it takes, give it up for a ticket.

Until next time,

Rock on!

Kevin Mattice

@kevinmattice

@lucidlive

Love. Rock. Revolution.

The Mayans are Turning in Their Graves.

The biggest disaster in the film 2012 was not the collapse of the world’s most famous monuments, the giant volcano that emerged from the depths under the earth’s crust in Yellowstone Park, or the North American coastline submerging into the sea. The biggest disaster was the film itself.

I went last Saturday, the second night of the film’s release, with an optimistic mindset, ready to see some good ol Roland Emmerich destruction take place. We arrived at 8pm on a cold and rainy Saturday night in Vancouver, and every showing was sold out except for the 11pm. We bought our tickets, and accepted the fact that we were going to be in the theatre for the next several hours….barely.

Waiting in the line-up, which was huge, I noticed there were some Tron Legacy ads running on the lobby TVs. “Finally” I thought, “I’m gonna get to see the Tron preview in the theatre!” (For the record, everyone who has gone to a movie with me as of late knows that I would almost pay the ticket price just for that preview.)  Not long after they herded us into the theatre and we found some prime seats in the centre, we began poking fun at the cheesy –before-the-previews-previews. That was pretty much the the highlight of the night. Well, except for the fact that we laughed our asses off at the Prince of-Persia preview. I said to my friend: “Why is the Prince of Persia white?”.  He couldn’t resist the tweet.

The movie began and so did our exchange of laughter and disbelief that such a big budget movie could completely over look a script. Now I know that this film was not made to win any awards for best writer, but it was bad. At one point in the movie I said “It goes from one CG (computer generated) scene to a cliché, then back to a CG scene and so forth. I mean, it was really bad!  It was as if they completely forgot about the script until the last-minute and grabbed a copy of “Cliché Phrases for Dummies” flipped it open, and pointed.

I have never seen Blatant stereotyping run so rampant since I watched the movie White Chicks. The Russians in the movie are like over exaggerated Dolph Lundgren‘s on sleeping pills. Seriously, at least 3 lines in the movie I could have sworn that the main Russian was not speaking from his mouth, but rather his massive hanging triple chin. Although I must add he did give some good comic relief periodically in the film.

At one point when all hell is breaking loose a man yells to his worker “hurry up will you!!” To the response: “Ci amigo, I’m working on it”. Come on now. Did they have to make the worker being yelled at Latino?!  It was so off setting I had to laugh.

Another stereotypical moment in the movie occurs when the nice doctor tries to plead to let the “regular people” onto the ship. The antagonist, refusing instead looks at the “humane” doctor and says “What are you gonna do huh?! Give your passes to the Chinese workers??!!”

“Wow” I thought, they have stereotyped nearly everyone but white people in this movie.  Unless the white stereotype is a nerd, or uptight asshole…….wait, they got white.

At another point in the movie two old timers are introduced to us. The first line we hear is “So what your son married a Japanese girl?” 

Come on now! What’s wrong with Japanese girls?

And of course I have saved the best for last. Why is it that when there is finally a black President in the USA (yes, in the movie he was also black) that the world has to come to an end by complete destruction?!?! After all of that brilliant campaigning!  What a piss off!  “Damn George Bush gets 8 years in the white house, and just when I’m getting comfortable the f*ck*ng world ends!!” Shit!

I was really itchin to see the credits, not just because the film was 3 hours long (could’ve been easily cut to 2), but because I was positive that the credit for the writer was going to say “Nazi Skinhead”.

Aside from the stereotyping and subtle racist undertones, the cheese factor was not over. Every single bloody time that the ground would crack it happened to crack right under the centre of a car. EVERYTIME!! The worst part was when the roof of the Sistine Chapel ceiling started to crack. Where did the crack go through: directly between the touching fingers of “The Creation of Adam”. Give me a break.

I feel as though I should say something good about the movie now, so you don’t get me wrong here. I mean, I went into the movie very optimistic, hoping that my predictions would not all come true. Unfortunately they did, and then some.

The saving grace was Woody Harrelson. He plays a crazed out conspiracy theory radio host who knows that the government is covering up the end of the world. Woody drinking a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon saved the movie for me.

I could go on, and talk about all of the other clichés that one would expect from a disaster movie but I will save you the rant. If you wanna go spend three hours in the theatre watching exactly what you expected to see, go ahead. Just be prepared to join the others in the theatre with comments like “Are you serious? “Or “Will you please die already fat Russian kids!”

I will say this however: If the Mayans knew that their prediction would lead to this film, they would not have made this world ending prediction. I can see them turning in their graves right now thinking “Shoulda just let it hit them by surprise”.  Oh, and I didn’t see the Tron Legacy preview. If I would have seen it, I would have happily sat through 2012 without pulling out my blackberry to take notes for this blog.

Until next time,

Kevin Mattice

twitter @kevinmattice

We are all Connected.

We are All Connected

Integrated media has given everyone the chance to have their voice heard, and to potentially become online celebrities.

When did this all start? Well, there are a few who claim to have been the first to use integrated media to their advantage, some purposely, others just happened to get caught up in the whirlwind.

Adam Kontras is known to be the first person to upload video’s along with his blogs which he entitled “The Journey” where he documented his trip from Ohio to California in attempts to make it big in show business. Beginning in May 1999 was his first online blogs which had links to short video clips of his musical/comedy performances which he called 4TVs had begun. The impact was huge for Kontras who gained a very strong and steadily increasing fan base as the months and eventually years went on, and although the video clips that he initially uploaded where rather boring and short, nobody else was doing it, so he was seen as a revolutionary at the time.

Do you remember the nerdy kid who pretended to fight off imaginary Star Wars enemies in his garage? He is known to most as Ghyslain. If you are not familiar, his story is one that both shows the power that online video sharing and how it has the potential to reach millions of people within days, but also how online video can basically ruin one’s life. View video here. Long story short, upon borrowing a friends cassette tape, young Ghyslain wanted to record what he thought were some pretty cool “Star-Wars” light sabre moves. When his friend got the tape back and discovered the painfully embarrassing footage, he instantly uploaded it to Kazaa, where it had received millions of views almost overnight. Poor Ghyslain is the perfect example of the downside to integrated media, and how embarrassing footage of you can get into the wrong hands and basically ruin your reputation, and lead to psychiatric care.

There are many others who made breakthroughs online in the early 2000s with the help of integrated media. Who was Paris Hilton before the sex tape? I sure as hell never heard of any Paris Hilton before that horribly boring night vision video spread like wildfire overnight on the internet. Was it a coincidence that she was an overnight celebrity because of the tape? I think not.

How about the success of lonelygirl 15? When her video blog was revealed to be a hoax by LA Times reporter Richard Rushfield in August 2008, the vlog had already received over 118 million views worldwide in the 2 years it was running!

Does anybody remember the “This is my page. Welcome is my homepage, I kiss you!!!!!!” guy?? Mahir Cagri, a teacher from turkey created the page in late 1999 and claims that his page was copied and posted all over the internet. It got over 12 million hits and put Mahir in the Guinness Book of Records for most hits on a personal homepage. The site is extremely simple, and to be honest, very boring, but back in 1999 it worked. Good luck today with that one.

I absolutely think that by giving people multiple platforms to share their views with the world has more upsides than it does have down sides. Whether you are a lonely girl or boy just wanting to express yourself and your personal insights to the world from the comfort of your own home, or an up and coming band trying to make a bigger name for yourself through the use of vlogs, videos, and digital downloads, integrated media has given us the power to spread our influence and tap into markets that where typically impossible for some to reach. On the flip side, we need to be more aware of what we do and say more than ever, for we never know whose hands it will get into.

Just remember, everything that you throw into the web-universe is there forever, and I strongly urge you to keep your drunken sex videos and Star Wars moves sessions to yourself, (unless strategically used for self promotion-future blog). It can only lead to 2 things: A horrible acting career (Paris Hilton) or multiple trips to the psychiatrist (Ghyslain).

I would hate to see you suffer like that dear readers.

Until next time,

Kevin Mattice

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You pissed on my shoe!!

That’s it! I’ve had enough! I’m throwing in the towel.  I have been out numbered, and it is only getting worse. The English language is changing very fast, and we owe it all to online chatting, texting, and spell check.

Our language has drastically changed in the last 10 years, and my fear is that the children of the future will actually say lol as opposed to actually laughing.  What the hell am I saying?! That day has  already come. I overheard 2 girls talking at a record shop a while back, probably while they were looking for the Paris Hilton album, and one of them  said lmao as if it were a word! Lam-eh-oh.  I thought to myself “Is she afraid that her ass might actually fall off if she does laugh as intensely as her pronounced acronym states?  No, that can’t be it. It is apparent that she simply is more comfortable talking to her friends through a computer. How sad indeed.”

I don’t have a problem with texting, for I have now gone to the dark side and have become a texter myself. That has a little to do with everyone else, and a lot to do with my phone plan. I thought that I could still be a phone caller, but half of the time I return a text with a call I feel as though I catch the other person off guard. It’s almost at the point where your phone will only allow you to return a text with a text, or simply charge you extra if you break the “text code”. (Text code= when somebody texts you, you must return it with a text.)

OK, added charges are a bit over exaggerated, but do you see my point? Not yet? Almost? OK, check this out:

I’m a very sarcastic person, and maybe this has added to my slight hatred of texting. SARCASM IS NOT TEXT FRIENDLY! Often it just seems as though I’m being offensive, so I have quit my sarcastic texting, or when I do I add an lol to it, but that too seems wrong; for I never really am laughing out loud when I text lol.  Just imagine being in an elevator with somebody who just texted lmao and actually was laughing his ass off. Or if you were on the bus and somebody was having a laughing fit because of a text they received. It would be a little bit strange to say the least, but at least they would be being true to the person on the other side of the text.

Finally we have spell check. Oh how I love and hate thee. What’s up with the auto spell check? What a sneaky bastard that thing is! It’s almost as though my computer feels sorry for me and tries to fix my mistakes without me noticing. If I spell something wrong, I want to know about it! And no definitely and defiantly are not the same words! I remember I misspelled definitely once and during my spell check I changed all to defiantly by mistake because I had just glanced at it quickly without noticing. “I am defiantly interested in working with you.” Job search=fail.

The picture that I’m painting for you should look like something like this:

1)      Texting in general makes us sloppy writers

2)      Texting sarcasm doesn’t work

3)      Lol gets thrown around far too often.

4)      If you say lam-eh-oh (lmao) to my face we are not meant to be friends.

5)      Spell check can make me feel like the smartest and dumbest person on the planet.

I am not trying to make you quit texting (impossible) for there is no real big reason for you to quit. If somebody said to me “You pissed on my shoe when you were drunk last night.” I’d probably quit drinking, for there is obviously many reasons to do so. By continuing to text rest assured you will not piss on anybody’s shoe, you just might piss me off, and I think we can live with that.

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“And You Thought You Were Expressive Before -Microsoft Tag-

I am seeing the future now: tags everywhere from restaurant menus, to movie posters, to on our wallets and belts. This is definitely going to be more than just a fad; Microsoft tag is the future of marketing and information sharing. The possibilities are endless! Tags on bus stops to see when the next bus is coming, tags on hockey tickets for the 50/50 draws, tags near popular tourist spots that will give you the important information and the history of the location in any language that you need (great considering Vancouver is multicultural and a hot spot for tourists: #2010winterolympics).

Having spent more time than I’d like to admit in the restaurant industry, I can already see where this app will be revolutionary for people with allergies and people who must know every single ingredient that is in their dish, and for health conscience people who frequent eating out. Microsoft tag could save the industry, not just headaches, but potential lawsuits from people who have severe allergic reactions. By placing a tag on the menu, restaurant patrons can simply have their diet, allergies, and food preferences programmed into their phone, and then scan the tag, and voila….instantly they will see a list of food that they can eat, shouldn’t eat, see allergy warnings, and of course, the amount of calories present in each dish. What a simple time conserving method which but the customer liable for their own choices.

Microsoft Tag will be revolutionary for bands, especially indie bands who poster the hell out of their respected cities. Picture this: on every poster there will be a tag on the bottom corner. How often do music fans just walk by a poster and think to themselves “I wonder what that band sounds like?” or “I might be interested if only I knew more about them”? Well wonder no more! By simply taking a snapshot of the tag on the poster, the curious fan can now listen to a song or read a bio about the band in question. I can honestly say that as soon as this becomes readily available I will be the first to start using tags on posters for the bands I represent! Artists can even design custom tags, and then transfer them to their merch (t-shirts, hats, belts etc) to give people more ability to brand the band and spread the ever mighty and powerful word of mouth. “Scan the tag on my t-shirt and hear their hit song.”

 ……Perhaps people will be able to design their own tags that when captured on a phone, will play that person’s favourite song, or quote, or simply show their favourite color.

“Microsoft Tag- You have never been as expressive as this”.

 A similar method can also be used with movie posters, allowing you to see a short trailer of the movie while walking by on the street. How cool would that be? It will no doubt change the face of advertising: if people are ever confused about an ad they can simply take a snapshot of it and get a more in depth explanation of what the product truly is.

I’m very excited for Microsoft Tag and it endless possibilities for marketing and branding. We are on the verge of a revolutionary way of interaction and information sharing, and I’m going to be right there beside it, phone in hand, ready to take a snapshot of that tag.

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Thank you kindly friends.

True Energy: Girl Talk in Vancouver

I feel as though I should introduce myself to you all, for this is my first of what will be many blog posts on this site. My name is Kevin Mattice, aka Lucid, aka Sticky Rice, aka Cold as mattICE. Call me whatever you want. Friend, story teller, asshole, I don’t care. I’m here to talk about…well, pretty much anything and everything that comes to mind. Not today though. Today I tell you about the last concert I went to: GIRL TALK

Back to my amazing night last Sunday. Have you ever heard of Girl Talk? Well this man deserves your attention, for I have never once seen the Commodore Ballroom so hyped up, packed in, sweaty, and just plain and simply off the hook as it was on Sunday night! Girl Talk is what people call a mash-up artist. He takes clips and pieces of many different songs, re-arranges them, and creates something new and oh so catchy. The guy is a magician with his computer, and no, he is NOT A DJ.

Girl Talk has had to overcome some pretty large obstacles concerning his music. To explain it all in its entirety would take an entire blog on its own, and I still wouldn’t be able to hit the nail on the head as Brett Gaylor, a Canadian filmmaker, did with his documentary titled RiP: A Remix Manifesto. The film is brilliant, and is on his site for you to watch for free, or to download for any price that you choose (I very highly recommend it).

Back to the concert. I had kept the tickets in my dresser for over 2 months, paranoid that if I didn’t check up on them on a daily basis that they would vanish or grow legs and head out for good. They didn’t however, and eventually the Sunday came that I had been waiting for. It just so happened that I randomly had Monday off, which never happens for the record, so needless to say me and my tight group of friends were going all out (guess away) and prepared to sleep the entire Sunday with no regrets.

My friend Andrea and I arrived at 8pm for the doors, and headed to the bar for our first drinks of the night. The place was dead, absolutely dead. No worries, I knew that we had limited time to enjoy the peace before all hell (heaven?) broke loose. And break loose it f*cking sure did!….But I’m not quite there yet, so be patient before the plot thickens.

  I met a dude in hippy garbs who was 110% enthusiastic and ready for the show to begin. I couldn’t help but notice his blue wrist band. “Oh, they are giving out wristbands so you can join the party on stage when Girl Talk comes on” he tells me. “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?” I asked a little less than frantic. “Some chick is just handing them out to people on the dance floor.”  I was informed….and instantly began hunting for the blue key to an even MORE amazing evening.

I looked around, didn’t see the girl anywhere! Now that it was in my head I knew that absolutely nothing would stop me from hitting the stage when Girl Talk was on. -FOR THE RECORD- I’m not only sneaky, but a firm believer that a person can get access to anything if they really try and play the role. My role, haha: bouncer dodging stage jumper. I love this stuff!

Girl Talk hits the stage, everyone in the place goes COMPLETELY NUTS and packs as tightly as they can to the front, the stage is full of people and Girl Talk is so into his music that you can’t help but be put into a trance of happiness, dancing, cheering, and exchanging smiles and laughter with everyone around you. As each song goes by Girl Talk gets more and more pumped up, his hoodie comes off, and then his t-shirt. Soon he is only in his red sweatpants covered in sweat and creating the best dance music I have ever heard come from a series of computers! Seriously, this guy is talented, and he makes it look so easy! (which it is not) It was time for me to get on stage!

There where 5 bouncers walking back and forth along the space in between the stage and the 4 ft high barrier which prevented us from reaching the stage. I yelled to the people on either side of me, “when I say go, the two of you each grab one of my arms and help me jump on top of this barrier”. They didn’t hesitate at all. They seemed more into it then I was! So I counted to 3, and yelled GO! I was on the barrier and I lunged forward and landed on the stage! Instantly there was a monster grip on my ankle and I was pulled into the “pit” and tossed back into the crowd. I tried again, I had to. So this time I squirmed my way through the tightly condensed sweaty bodies(the sweat actually helped me get through haha), and approached two different people, my accomplices. I ran them through the same drill, they were in. This time I got on stage, and didn’t look back. Like a weasel I faded into the pack, and let me tell you, it was AMAZING! I was directly beside  Girl Talk looking out at over 1000 people with their hands in the air jumping in unison to the steady beat of the music when I finally looked up. Simply amazing. Every once and a while girl talk would turn around and join us in our craziness. He is legit, this guy was into the music more than anybody else.

The pictures I took while on the stage are probably some of the best pics that I have ever gotten at any show. Wanna see them? OK, here you go:

How did that night end? Well about 1 minute after I took the last pic I was ambushed by the bouncer from behind who firmly removed me from stage and said: “I should be kicking you out, however it looks like you are too happy and having too much fun”. Seriously. Moral of the story: No matter what you are doing, if you are passionate enough about it, and give it your best, you will succeed.

My life revolves around waiting for the next concert to come into the beautiful city of Vancouver, which I feel lucky to be able to call my home. I am very involved in the local music scene, and support it with passion. Music is one of the few things that we all have in common, for we all like, if not love, it right? Tell me the name of a person who does not like music and I will tell you that they do not have a heart. Music is universal, it is ingrained into our minds from before we are even born. It’s true! Think about it: we spend 9 months of our development inside our mothers womb listening to the slow rhythm of her heart. Was that a bit too poetic for this blog? You know what, who gives a shit, I wanted to say it. This is my safe zone.

Thank you.

twitter me: @kevinmattice or @lucidlive

Stay in touch my new friends. We have only just begun.

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 More pics available for you pleasure HERE