Seeking Adventurous Souls


Consider this a sales pitch – for your life – perhaps.

I’m looking to start a loft coming up on June 1st and I’m looking for someone to share in it. I’ll describe what I have in mind, and if it speaks to you, let me know.

To begin with, the space. I’m locating in the St-Henri/Griffintown area. There are a few lofts available in the area, including this one where I’m currently renting a smaller unit. The idea is to move into one of the larger units and sub-divide it so that there are two bedrooms and a large communal area.

My agenda for having a loft is to have periodic film screenings (2-4 times a month), a space to host circus art jams during inclement weather (staff, hula hoop, poi, etc) as well as space for photo shoots and other artistic endeavours. What would you do with a loft space? That’s the real advantage, space, tall ceilings, etc. Renting the space out to artists as a gallery or photo studio and the occassional party could also help to offset some of the cost.

The lofts range in price from $800-$1200 without utilities so each person’s share would be $400-$600 per month.

You’d need to be willing to live in a space used for events and art, ideally participating and making your own. You’d also have to put in some sweat on the initial setup of the space and ongoing maintenance. I bring a frigo, toaster oven, hot plates, couch & chairs, the beginnings of a stereo system and a video projector that can fill up an entire wall.

It would take work, and might be rough going the first few months, but would also be an exciting enterprise with lots of potential for great things.

I will be visiting the available units in the area this week and posting videos on YouTube. If you’re potentially interested contact me with your thoughts and we’ll see if our visions are compatible.

Manger votre gateau

I think I can have my cake and eat it too, provided I can find someone to share my dream. I can still live in a loft. I can still do the Livingroom Cinematheque and I can pay less rent. Huh?

Here’s the idea. Rent one of the bigger lofts in my building, yes one of the $900 brutes, but, get this. Build some partitions and create two seperate rooms, keep the BIG communal screening/living area. It could work, with the right person on board. That’s the only catch, finding someone willing and able to collaborate with me on the Livingroom Cinematheque. I don’t know of such a person right now, but surely in this big bad city I could find one. Right?

Why should I be shrinking my dreams? I should be expanding them. I’ve learned over the years that just going out and doing it – things usually work out. Half-assed plans rarely do. So why think small? I should think big.


Now that’s the bitch. I stopped doing the roommate thing… a fucking long time ago. At least five years. My brief stint with roomies when I first arrived here in Montreal was… not bad, but not good. When I have roommates I tend to retreat to my room and stay there. But it makes so much more sense, both in terms of finances and utilization of resources, and I have to be honest with myself – there have been good roommates.

What I really need to do is to find people that I can live with, people who are sufficiently freaky and weird to accept and appreciate my freaky weirdness, but also people who are responsible and mature enough to run a household. Burners immediately come to mind. There’s even a burner looking for like minded people to share an apartment with her, but its on the Plateau and would turn my commute into a nightmare. What I need is something in this neighbourhood and putting it all together could be hella difficult.

Percolating thoughts… Percolating thoughts…

Old Mysteries, New Inspiration

Last night was the annual Dark Side of the Rainbow party at the Livingroom Cinematheque. As often times happens when one takes disparate inspirations and mixes them together with chemical assistance unexpected inspirations and combinations unfold. Thus a couple of off the hook ideas for events, happenings and discharges from typical concensus reality.

hot-air-balloon-3-big.jpgFirst off, thanks to using an alternative trance remix of Dark Side of the Rainbow after the original album ran out during the synch as the Wizard leaves off in his hot air balloon it seems like he’s leaving a population of frog people with a final blast of techno goodness. This led to a totally ridiculous idea for Burning Man. A hot air balloon DJ booth & soundsystem.

Totally, completely, undeniably ridiculous – and why not? A hot air balloon can’t cost TOO MUCH to rent, and a phat 12v automotive sound system would be totally sufficient to suffuse the heavens with hot noctunal beats. I think I’d lose my mind if a hot air balloon drifted over my head in the deep playa laying down thick electronica beats from above. It would become a slowly drifting cone of sound, broken by the occassional roar of fire and light, moving wherever the winds chose to send it.

If you or anyone you know is interested in making this happen, you have my blessing. Doooo it! I want to see DJs in the sky!


Another thing I’d like to do, here in Montreal or anywhere really is a Hobo night. Say what? The inspiration for this one is more environmental. I live a skip and a jump from the railway tracks and I frequently listen to the horns, the engines and the clack, clack of the train cars as they go by. I love walking along the rail lines, balancing the rails like they were a tightrope under my feet. The whole mythology and history of the train is a powerful part of North American history, the first time that the whole continent was tied together by mass transportation.

So yeah, a hobo party. Just a gas stove (since the authoritays might well take exception to the traditional fire, though I’d still love to try), cheap, simple food (maybe even dumspter dived, who knows?) and musical instruments. No flashlights. No radios. No pretense. Just the sky above, the bubbling pot and the gleaming rails. Harmonica and guitar, train whistles and crickets. I think its be a true experience, one of simplicity, something we sorely lack these days.

Plus getting prepared for a hobo party couldn’t be easier. Put on all of your worst clothes, bring a milk crate or a bucket for a chair and a bent coat hangar for a BBQ stick. No trouble, no fuss, no judgement, just people enjoying the night and the simple pleasures of being alive.

Anyone want to be a hobo for a night?