Hey folks. Sorry it's been so long. I know that most of you're all sitting there, just waiting for this action to fill you in on some more goings on in the greatest city on earth. There's no chance I would have said that even six months ago, but, oh how time changes everything.

Well, not everything I guess. Queens of the Stone Age are still slightly ahead of Wilco for album of the year. But, that could just be because I'm sitting here about to get stoned for the first time in a week, listening to the new QOTSA album. In any case, get off your asses and go buy both of their latest releases right now. That goes for you if you're in Paris, Vancouver, Portland, Cairo, or wherever. Break into that motherfucking store if you have to. Just leave the money behind. Be considerate for your white god's sake.

Tonight I had the privilege of seeing one of Vancouver's best bands, Motion Soundtrack. Thanks to Jordan, Chikako, and Jon for turning me on to them. This band is what talent and a good ear can provide: good times for a group of people, even if they're brought together by a shitty radio station.

MS takes you for a ride. At first you wonder where you might be going, but, after a few minutes you realise that you're experiencing something that noone else in the world is at that particular moment. You get lost.

That's what I'm about to do as I go get obscenely high and imagine that everything's really going to be all right.

Also, if any of y'all are in town, go check out some films at the Vancouver International Film Festival. There's some pretty sweet sounding documentaries. The VIFF rules over all film fests worldwide. That's a guarantee, and if you have a problem with that, well, you can stick that guarantee up your ass.

Can you tell I've had a few drinks tonight?

e-mail: therzo@telus.net

Wilco just makes you feel good to be alive. They played a sweet show to the good people of Vancouver last night at the Commodore. I admit I never really got into the band till their latest release 'Yankee Hotel Foxtrot', even despite their work with Billy Bragg. That's my loss, but nevertheless, I could still recognize some of their older 'hits' as well as all the great new stuff.

These guys can get their groove on while playing music that appeals to all types of peoples ranging from the indie crowd to some new-country fans. Actually, maybe that's the only groups they get through to. That's a shame. A show like this gives you faith that even though the old routine of guitar, drums and bass has been around so long, there's still a countless number of ways to put it all together to sound better than 90% of the crap that's out there (old and new; 99% with the newer shiat).

With the release of the new Queens of the Stone Age album last week, The new Wilco is pretty much the only one close to it for the year. Their second show in two nights at the Commodore put the emphasis on music and made people sway and sing along, even if they didn't know the words. They could have made new fans out of everyone even if no one had heard them till last night.

The crew I was with (Jon, Rob, Jake) all agreed, if we had died last night as my car flew over the Granville Street bridge with the gas pedal stuck, at least we would have been smiling through our bloody, messed up faces with the memories of the show. From now on that kind of action will be known as Wilco-style.

As for those of you who weren't there, support this band in any way you can. Definitely go see them live and make yourself feel that your life doesn't need to suck and that things can rock on. You know that's the way you feel the morning after a Wilco show and you look in the mirror and it dawns on you that you weren't there. Suckers.