MichaelNus
My Life, My Music, My Friends.
My Life, My Music, My Friends.
Sep 3rd
Sorry, Fall Out Boy, but I just don’t agree with ya.
It’s Friday finally and I wanted to tell you something. I wanted to say that I’m grateful for your friendship and respect.
This city has really grown on me but it’s not just because of the sights and the things to do. It’s the people I’ve met and forged really great friendships with.
Lately I’ve been hearing people tell me that this social media is a scene of competitiveness and cat calls, and I guess people reap what they sow. In my case I like to stay out of the way of any petty battles and I try not to speak ill of anyone, but I guess I’m just old fashioned like that. I had two good friends back in BC who got into it pretty bad and they both wanted to crap-talk to me about the other, but I would not take sides. I would hear and support everything else and I think it was the best course of action as it all patched itself up eventually. So if you have something bad to say about this person or the other I’m probably not the right person to tell because I will not abandon a friendship so easily because you two may have some static, which in 99% of cases can be solved easily. I won’t pass on your comments about that person and I won’t pass theirs on to you – in fact I’d rather not hear the details at all – it’s the best friend I can be to you, believe me.
In general I just try to make sure I’ve not intentionally wronged anyone, so if I have, let me know and I will make it up to you. I know that in the social media game everything is amplified and yes it becomes a bit of a scene, but I feel fortunate that this “scene” is supportive and filled with some pretty quality folks who like to help each other.
So to those of you I’ve met and who read this blog I say: thank you from my heart. To the random haters or the 1 or 2 people who may have beef with me without even knowing me I still say thank you and hope that one day whatever issue or hang up that gives you dark glasses on your perspective will clear itself up. I will be there on the other side with a smile, perhaps a slightly confused one (because I would have no idea what your beef really is), but a warm smile nonetheless.
If we haven’t met yet, come say hi. I’m not ignoring you, trust me, it’s just a matter of locking eyes and shaking hands. So follow me on Twitter, listen to my music, keep commenting, keep conversing. Agree or disagree and I will listen and respond. Like me or hate me but know that I will never hate you back.
Thank you Canada for reminding me what home is and thank you Toronto for reminding me how wrong I was so many years ago about you.
Sep 1st
ATTENTION! ORIGINAL MUSIC AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST! CLICK TO LISTEN AND VOTE!
Everyone has to find some way to break the funk. For some people it’s a punching bag for others it’s a hobby of some kind. However the one thing I find that most people can relate to is music. There’s music for just about every mood out there and you can always find that song that just speaks to you and lets you know that you’re not alone in the world when you feel a certain way. For the lovelorn there are scores of heartbreak rock songs, country ditties, or hip hop joints (and yes, even emo has its place), the blues, or “come back to me” songs. For the cheerful there’s always a jaunty tune — my personal favorites are the great crooners like Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr. — and for the other in between there’s jazz, folk, classical, rockabilly and punk. Whichever type of music you may listen to, there’s something in it that you can relate to.
Another great thing about music is that in the event that there are no songs on your radar that fit your mood, you can always write your own! It doesn’t have to be a magnum opus of brilliance as long as you can write down what you feel and express it. Hell, it doesn’t even have to rhyme or be played on a traditional instrument! You can even do away with instruments completely and maybe keep time on an upturned paint bucket. You just need to listen to some 1 minute punk songs and you’ll get the picture fast.
Perhaps it’s easier said than done and coming from me that may be the case since I’m Singy McSingerpants. Besides, your outlet of expression (see the Holy Trinity of Happiness) may not even be music to begin with but I can bet that there’s still a song out there for you. As for me music is my catharsis. In particular, I like to sing and perform, but you knew that already. These days most of my singing is done at Tequila Sunrise at #Loserkaraoke but give me a chance to sing and most of the time I will be there. Don’t expect a private show though, unless you’re very special to me. I’m not your trained monkey
So the other week Sean, Corey, Kat and I went to the CNE and there was a Band-Aid singing booth there. In an earlier post I said that at some point they would open up the polls for voting for the new Band-Aid jingle singer. So…they’ve opened the polls and I need your vote!! If I win I get 10,000 dollars in travel certificates and lord knows I could use them for some serious good! maybe I will take one of you with me!
In return here’s something I made for you because you’re ALL special to me (see what I did there?) !! It’s a song I helped write and perform with my long time friend and the McCartney to my Lennon. He would like to remain anonymous but I guess I can’t really hide my involvement since it’s on my blog. So finally here, for your listening pleasure, is “Morningwood”
MichaelNus.com – Listen to: The Carnivillains – “Morningwood”
There you go! Don’t say I never did anything for you! Just do me a favour and don’t listen to this through crappy laptop speakers with no bass. Pump that bass dammit! Now click below to go to the Band-Aid site and vote for me. Share with all your friends and get them to vote!!
Why are you still reading? GO VOTE!
OKILOVEYOUBYEBYE!
Aug 31st
MY first time at Fan Expo was definitely an experience. Look, let’s get things straight here: I may not seem the type but I’m actually a big nerd. If there was a sci-fi, comic and fantasy Jeopardy I think I could throw down pretty soundly. So don’t act too surprised that I was tooling around Fan Expo wearing a Superman t-shirt picking up comics. This is not my first “con” mind you as I’ve been to PAX and the Emerald City Comic Con, but Fan Expo was just unreal. This thing blew anything I’ve been to right out of the water. The artists and companies that attended spared no expense and really transformed the Toronto Convention Centre into a whole other world. The only bad thing was that so many people showed up that the line was massive and the fire marshal was not letting anyone in. Good thing I didn’t have to wait long in the heat.
I got to meet Adam West, Julie Newmar, and Michael Dorn and hang out with the Batmobile, hold Captain America’s shield and chill with my good pal Sean Ward while helping him with his daily vlog. I really enjoy vlogging with Sean and I think after the SafeKidZone and SafeTREC launches I will be sprucing up my youtube channel and doing the vlog equivalent of Gonzo journalism – since Hunter S. Thompson is my hero. Here’s Sean’s coverage of the expo with a cameo by me and @laurenonizzle:
We also got to feast our eyes on some pretty epic cars on the weekend of the expo! One of them may very well become the next NusMobile if things go well. The Batmobile’s ok I guess but its jet turbine engine really guzzles gas. On the other hand the Delorian is efficient on fuel but not very responsible since going back to the future could undo the fabric of time. So I think I may go with the Lexus CT200h that I saw at the Lexus Live event since I can get the batmobileish gadgets and the Delorian fuel consumption without causing damage to my gas budget or the space time continuum. As the Lexus marketing team says: it’s “Thrilling yet responsible.” Check out Seanward.net for our video from the Lexus Live event by clicking right here.
If I could describe Fan Expo 2010 in one word, I would say it was a “nerdgasm.” The last time I used that word I was watching Scott Pilgrim and it was appropriate. I’m sure there were quite a few bloggers hanging around there covering all the artists, celebrities and hot chicks in spandex or Princess Leia bikinis and other various wicked cool things but I wanted to take a different angle. One thing I’ve noticed about all comic cons I’ve been to was that cosplay (dressing up as your favorite fictional character at a convention, for the uninitiated) is a big thing. What’s just as common though is the siginificant number of folks who either half ass their costumes or just can’t pull it off because, let’s face it, the costume doesn’t fit right. Tragic. For the con veterans reading this all you need to think of is that pimply, obese guy with the bad goatee in a Batman cowl and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.
I don’t want to come off as a jerk though. At first I was taking candid shots of these people without their knowledge but early on in my photo hunt I realized that they are all too happy to be photographed and are actually pretty swell folks who just love all things nerdy and awesome. I guess my beef is that I tend to be a details Nazi when it comes to Halloween costumes so I get all OCD when I see a costume that completely misses the point of the subject matter it’s emulating. It’s not really a “haha look at those nerds thing” really. Even I have a guilty pleasure in that I download episodes of Naruto Shippuden every week – so these people are, in a way, my brethren. I’ve not yet gotten into cosplay at comic cons, but I do LOVE halloween, so maybe it’s up my alley. Maybe.
Here are the good ones.
And here are the tragedies.
And here’s a tranny jedi:
Aug 29th
Generally, I try to treat my computers pretty well. After all whenever I put words into the computer, money generally tends to come my way so you can imagine how frustrating it was when my Dell laptop started getting boot errors and bad sectors on the hard drive. It could have just been from age. The Dell was top of the line back in its day (2005) and to be perfectly honest, I bought it so I could play World of Warcraft in the summer before school got back under way. It was my second Dell laptop because the first one was supposed to be a power beast but ended up being a franken-PC with a pentium 4 that was not able to handle anything at all! I was so jonesing for “WoW” that I called up Dell and told them that my computer was broken and that the culprit was the video card. They even sent a guy over to my place to replace it with the same one and I just called again and told them that the video card was malfunctioning. True enough I guess – the little Nvidia card couldn’t handle WoW and I needed to get my druid on dammit!
Eventually they just hooked me up with the i9300 so I would leave them the hell alone. Score, can you say “innervate me”? Alas, the i9300 has seen its last sunrise and today I picked up a new NusComp. I now have a way sexy Intel i7 (quad core) with half a TB HDD, 6 gigs of DDR3 RAM, a dedicated video card with 1 GB of VRAM and Dolby Home theater Virtual Surround Sound. I was very tempted to pick up a Mac but considering I got this baby for only $999, where a similarly equipped mac would have cost close to $3000 at least (note that there is no Intel Core i7 macbook pro) I think I got a good deal. I still may get a mac to use as my small computer as I generally use two computers simultaneously when I’m working and social media-ing at the same time. Currently my portable is a crapola little Toshiba Satellite, so what I may do with the two old ones is donate the small one that still works and, as for the Dell, destroy it in a comical fashion. I am going to the gun range next weekend and I hope they will let me use it as a target.
Why so passionate about destroying a piece of tech? Because not having a good computer kept me away from blogging as I tried to catch up on work, so for you and as an apology for not posting in almost a week (!) I will obliterate at least one of the two laptops in the near future.
In other news, I checked out my first GenYTO meetup the other night and it was swell. Met a lot of new folks and I must say I’m grateful to @davecoleman, @erinbury, @casiestewart. @danielpatricio and @renee3 for putting together the soiree at the London Tap House. It’s always great to see how the Toronto community is growing and it just makes me love this city even more. Come to the next one – if you missed this one, you won’t be disappointed by the next one. It’s gonna be just as awesome.
I was also able to wrangle up the elusive Bretton Maclean and much hugging ensued. He and his business partner, Mark Pavlidis are genius software engineers and are the brains behind Tweetagora and chilling with one or both is always a treat. If you have an iPhone and use Twitter, seriously use Tweetagora and you won’t need another twitter client ever.
Just a few shots of the happenings at the party below. Speaking of parties, I just attended Fan Expo 2010 with none other than @seanward so keep your eyes open on here and over at Seanward.net for our blog and vlog coverage of the craziness.
Aug 22nd
The Sean Ward Show on Michaelnus.com
@Seanward, @H3rscu, @katlangdon and yours truly were hanging out at the CNE yesterday (Torontoites call it the Ex) and we had ourselves a swell time rain or shine.
There were a few things we wanted to accomplish at this year’s ex and through diligence and a LOT of patience I’m happy to say that we pretty much covered them all.
Task 1: Eat something at the Food Building – Check
Task 2: Track down the much hyped “deep fried butter” – check
Task 3: Order and consume the deep fried butter (bonus points for chocolate covered bacon and Tiny Tom donuts) – check
Task 4: Ride at least one vomit-inducing ride after eating all that food – check
Task 5: Run amok a little while before going to the tweetup at Yorkville – check
Kat had to leave early so she didn’t get to have the butter or take a ride, but she did get her Tiny Tom fix, and let’s be honest here: If you don’t get Tiny Tom’s at the Ex (a staple food for many years there), then it’s like you didn’t go at all. On the way to walking her to her car we noticed a mobile recording booth plastered (pardon the pun) in Band-Aid logos and I was itching to investigate. Turns out Band-Aid brand bandages is touring the country looking for the best jingle singer around. All you have to do is sign up and sing the familiar “stuck on Band-Aid” jingle and they will post your video on their site.
I wanted to do something special for them since Band-Aid has been with me all my life and reminds me of those rough and tumble days as a little boy when I would play hard and come back home with a few nicks and scrapes. My dad, who used to be an army medic, swore by Band-Aid and would only buy that brand because they lasted long and kept the cuts clean no matter how dirty I got. Haha, I’ll never forget how he used to do field dressings on my banged up knee – he would cut off a layer of onion, heat it up over the stove and place it between my cut and the Band-Aid. I guess those were the days before Band-Aid added “Advanced Healing” to their bandages. Luckily today I don’t have to smell like onion to get the same effect.
So on the way back from the car, I cobbled up an original jingle of my own and by the time we got back to the recording booth it was ready to rock. Here’s a link to the video they took of me on their site. I think on August 31 they are opening up the videos to votes, so please vote for me (and you know I will remind you anyway) and maybe I can win the contest!
Stay tuned over at Seanward.net for a video blog of our day at the Ex! Should be up later this evening!
UPDATE: Sean put the video up and it’s good times! Here’s the link, so show him some love.
Here’s some pot shots:
Aug 19th
My bedroom doubles as a recording studio and I don’t mean I have some shitty mic connected up to my computer. I don’t think I would have it any other way considering my room mate and I have been making music together for the better part of our adult lives. I mean between him and myself, we’ve spend many thousands of dollars over the years on professional equipment. When I up and left Toronto to go to BC I trusted him to keep my essentials safe and he did, telling me that they would be waiting for me when I came back. My stage mic and my electric guitar lives here as well as a whole catalog of songs that we’ve written over the course of a decade.
Well, I’m back and last night we decided to fire up the studio once again for old times sake. I gotta tell you that I don’t think I’ve ever had an easier time recording than last night and tonight. Just about every track we laid down was done in no more than 2 takes and that’s unprecedented. I’ve known my roomie for many, many years and he and I were bandmates in my first band when I was 17 (and my second band when I was in college), so I guess this was old hat for us but even back then recording was never this natural and easy. In fact, the second outfit broke up during the cutting of our first CD.
So just rewrote one of our old songs and went at it. All the instruments are now recorded, guitar solos written and laid down, and my vocals are locked in. This kitty will be ready to roar in the next day or two once we complete the final mixdown so stay tuned. In the mean time here are some candid shots and a video sneak peak of one of the guitar parts!
Aug 17th
I’m not too crazy about weddings. Well American weddings, to be exact. I think the song I embedded above pretty much sums it all up nicely as to why. I guess the main thing is that they seem to be devoid of the culture that I’ve grown up accustomed to. I was raised with loud, boisterous European sensibilities tempered with a classy edge, so I tend to view American weddings as bizarre and alien undertakings because for the most part they can be rather dull.
There’s just something about their pomp and circumstance that seems to defeat the purpose of such a joyous occasion. There’s also the all-too-common “bridezilla” that our western culture tends to breed. Maybe it’s because getting married in America has become more of a checkbox on the linear road of life – you know, you finish school, get a job, find yourself a girl and put a ring around her finger as soon as you can and then hopefully have kids before she turns 35 at the very latest.
So you have this wedding and hire the band or DJ, eat some bland but beautifully presented food and avoid the dance floor like it’s made of lava until some brave soul who’s 9 drinks in at the open bar ventures out to do the funky chicken. Then there’s the question of “how much do I give the bride and groom in my mandatory card?” Another thing is the fact that it’s pretty much guaranteed that the happy couple do not know at least 15 – 20% of the guests – sometimes it’s as high as 40% due to the +1s that people bring so they don’t show up alone.
Some might say “oh boo hoo, Mike! Free food and open bar!” Well, actually it’s not really free as many of you who have been to a wedding any time recently may have recalled a box with a slot in the top somewhere near the table where you get your seating card. You’re supposed to put money in there for the bride and groom – at least $100 per person. Go ahead and feel terrible if you didn’t know what the box was for or avoided the box altogether up till now.
The big problem with American weddings is that because of the above factors, people get to doing a lot of small talk to pass the time (and believe me, you’re sure to be in for at least 5 hours). “so, what do you do?” “are you here with a date? You’re NOT?!? (look of disapproval followed by whispers to familiars speculating that you may be gay) “Oh I don’t want to dance, this isn’t my song” (you mean you can’t dance), “yep yep, well I should get going, work in the morning you know!” and the biggest one that gets my goat is that people ACTUALLY complain about this, that, or the other!
I’ve been to more weddings than I can count and the only ones I’ve enjoyed are the cultural ones. And I mean the ones that are unabashedly cultural to the point that they completely ignore what country they are in. For example Greek and Israeli weddings are so much fun you forget you’re at a “wedding” altogether People are so freaking happy and uninhibited that the wedding can last well into the wee hours. And since the band is also of the same culture they will play all damn night until they pass out!
The last Greek one I went to, I was so happy for my friend and the bazouki music was blaring and the Ouzo was flowing that I got carried away! We destroyed every plate the venue had and even burned money (literally) in large denominations - 50s and 100s!
Sunday night, I went to a wedding that I totally expected to be a snorefest but then I realized it was an Israeli wedding once I arrived and I knew it would be a gong show. At Israeli weddings the bride and groom are treated like rockstars. They always have talented live bands and singers who play Mizrachi music and the MC always announces the married couple like they are about to box each other at Madison Square Garden. The dancing is epic and it pretty much feels like you’re at a hot club where everyone loves each other. The food is fantastically spicy, salty, sweet and savoury and the liquor at the tables is bottomless. Typically you will get a flute of champagne, a large wineglass, a small wineglass and a shot glass at the table. Tonight’s wedding had full bottles whiskey and Vodka at each table for the shot glasses and I definitely partook. We made sure our friend’s wedding was freaking awesome and there were almost no wallflowers.
Where am I going with this? This post is supposed to be anti-wedding. I guess the hate-on is limited to the North American ones then. After all, I do happen to live on that continent so the majority of the weddings I go to tend to be the kind I don’t like. The high divorce rate in this part of the world doesn’t exactly help me either with my opinion. The combination of those two things and my generally poor relationship skills have made me deathly afraid of weddings in that context.
I know that IF I ever tie the knot I will only invite people I know personally, I will make sure the band is freaking awesome and is capable of getting people grooving and moving. I will make the donation box optional or find another way to raise the money if needed in some way that feels less obligatory (i.e. charity poker and blackjack) and I will make sure the food is delicious. If my bride is of a certain culture I will make sure to fully represent her tradition and mix it with my Italian/Middle Eastern roots to make it something really special for the guests. Those of you who know me and have been to #NusCabana know that I like to be hospitable, so the above should not surprise you.
All I can say to conclude this post is that I know that many girls dream of that princess wedding for themselves. But I would like to put forth that if you’re going to have a wedding and invite people, consider that the reception is really more for them than it is for you. Concern yourself with your honored guests and worry less about making every little detail perfect and expensive. Make sure you know and care about all your guests and if there are a few +1s make sure you get around to greeting them. You have the rest of your lives to spend together and it’s important to know that not every day can be as exciting as your wedding day, so don’t compare the coming months and years to it lest you find yourself unhappy. Weddings are for the guests. The trick is inviting the ones who love the couple and know them well enough to want to make that day fun and special as thanks for honoring them with an invitation. Party until you can’t party no more because if ever there was a reason to do so, getting married is it – so forget what you have to do the next day until the next day comes.
I was going to put up some cool videos, but for some reason the connection at my midtown apartment has a .20mbps upload speed so it’s pictures for today until I settle it with Rogers.
Aug 13th
I like to coin new phrases and terms. It’s just something I do from time to time. Although it’s not like I just sit around in my underwear and think these things up just for the sake of it. I just come up with them when I find that accepted descriptive phrases don’t quite cut the mustard in describing how I see something.
Last night me and some of the usual suspects navigated our way to some shady warehouse in the distillery district for the INQ/Vice party. It was hot and sweaty and filled to the brim with hipsters. I should have known that anything having to do with Vice magazine would attract the thickly bearded, ironic tattoo, horn rimmed glasses crowd. As soon as we were checked off the list some girls in lab coats handed us little spray bottles with what was supposedly pheromones.
The music was actually pretty great – the DJ even did an awesome mix using the theme song from Growing Pains – and the crowd was pretty much all hipsters so I called it a hipster hop and then went to the open bar to double fist huge cans of Asahi. At first I scoffed at the pheromones but as I the loudmouth soup kept coming, the idea of smelling like sex on wheels appealed to me so I found the event photographer, posed for him, and emptied the entire f***ing bottle all over myself.
It either worked or I was so sauced on the free booze that I may as well have thought I was Johnny Casanova.
All in all it was a good time once things got going. I did get a chance to see the INQ phone, courtesy of “Doctor” Megan but I’m not sure how I feel about it just yet. Maybe I’ll run into the INQ folks again and get a chance to really test the phone out, which looks and feels very much like an older blackberry curve with trackball. Oh and they had a wall full of donuts.
Here’s a mashup of some of what went on at the shindig.
Aug 9th
The rain today is pathetic fallacy in that it represents the struggle I have been faced with over the past few months.
It all started so innocuously nearly a year ago when I returned to Toronto from New York with barely a penny in my pocket but with lots of ambition. One journey had ended and it was time to embark on one that I had been putting off for too long. I decided to get serious about pursuing a legal education. Every spare moment I had when I was juggling multiple jobs in a shitty economy was spent studying. I wasted no time in writing the LSAT not once, but twice. The task of applying to all those schools was grueling but I was running on a wing a wing and a prayer. Before I knew it I got carried away and started applying to USA schools once I ran out of Canadian schools that I wanted to try for. And wouldn’t you know it, I got it into a few! Alas, it was not meant to be this time around. However I’m still smiling.
’tis easy enough to be pleasant when life flows on like a song, but the man worthwhile is the man who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Well things didn’t do dead wrong really. I’m still optimistic and there are many opportunities that present themselves to me daily. I suppose law school was just not meant to be for this particular year as far as US schools go. Money is money and the US
schools wanted way more than I was able to shell out to make an American degree a reality. So I decided to defer my entrance until I can come back and decide on my own terms in a year’s time.
It was a storm of a dilemma in my mind as to what to do about it. Do I take that huge bank loan knowing full well that it doesn’t even cover tuition and risk doing poorly in L1 – the most important year of a legal career, or do I wait it out?
I chose the latter today and it wasn’t an easy decision. Coptic and Kabbalistic tradition tells of weighing one’s soul against the weight of a feather on the scales of justice – at least as far as final judgment is concerned. The process of making the decision for me was analogous to that traditional lore. On one end
of the scale was my featherweight heart while on the other was my brain. In the past I’ve always thought I had to decide between one or the other but today it seems they have balanced out. It is not with a heavy heart that I make my decision to defer my entrance for up to a year. In fact, a great weight has lifted and I feel like I’ve made the right choice. I know what my heart wants, now I just have to use my brain to make it happen. The coming year will be interesting and a lot may change, but at least I am starting with a positive outlook. I figure law is a lady: I have to let her go and when she’s ready she will come back to me when I’m ready.
The storm has passed, the rain has washed away my doubts and I begin again, stronger. The starting line has been painted and I’m ready to race. Hello Toronto, you’ll always be home.
Aug 5th
My friend @jongauthier (follow him or else!) was kind enough to throw me a couple of tickets to the Shaggy concert on Sunday at Sound Academy! I think Sound Academy is bar far one of the best venues in town because of it’s great acoustics and ability to fit big acts while still somehow maintaining that small club feel.
I saw the John Butler Trio there a few weeks ago with Casie and it was awesome, if not a bit dreadlock heavy – we kept a tally of how many dreads we saw and I think were were up to 10.
Anyway, in the spirit of Jon’s generosity I would like pass on the chance for you to score yourself these tickets the old fashioned way – a raffle – rather than waiting for the Edge 102 to announce them on the air later today and tomorrow.
So here’s how to qualify.
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Easy! No skill testing question, no insane hoops to jump through, no 9th caller. qualified names go in a hat and tickets get won! There are 2 tickets in total.