I haven’t been posting a lot lately. Instead, I’ve been greedily accumulating tracks on Soundcloud since Sasha had the brilliant idea of creating monthly playlists. Here’s mine and hers, in case you’re partial to excellent music curated by delectable babes. We’ll definitely be making these forever*
But it’s December first – the start of a frosty new chapter in Toronto – a crisp month that makes me feel pathetically grateful for the warmth of stale, recycled streetcar heating. Originally, I was going to take a walk in High Park this afternoon, but the rain has made me double back in favour of Rare Beef Pho from the Vietnamese takeout around the corner. I thought it would be nice to clean my apartment, make a steaming pot of tea from David’s Tea (one of many reasons why I’m poor, plus shelling out $700 bones on new snowboarding gear this week) and listen to music all afternoon.
I’m going to British Columbia in just eleven days, so I’ve got to buy an iPod and stock it with tons of rain-appropriate music. You’re probably wondering why I don’t have an iPod yet, despite being a weekly concert-goer, record store enthusiast, music blogger, podcaster, and all-around sonic fan. There are no valid reasons as to why I’m permanently stuck in the nineties, so I’ll just be in the corner listening to my cd player, playing Sega and eating Fruit Roll-Ups in paint-smeared overalls with no shirt.
It’s going to be part wanderlust in Shaughnessy and Kits Beach, part ocean-gazing in Victoria, and part
gliding tumbling down the slopes of Whistler. Here’s what I have in mind for rainy days like today.