Friend of Optimuscrime Matt Nish-Lapidus, who makes warm, glitchy electro-infused guitar rock, and just dropped a new album, Marathon Hideout, just got four shiny gold stars from Toronto's Eye Weekly. So, it's not just me pimping for my friends when I say that you must buy the album. Ten bucks, postage paid, gets you a copy. Sample track here (MP3); cop the record here. A Montreal show is in the works. Stay tuned.
And speaking of Montreal (what a natural transition between stories!), this city never stops amazing me. The dramatis personae for today's show on the metro included Sir-Perms-A-Lot, a twentysomething hip-hopper in a throwback jersey, with his hair in dark tight curled perm, topped with a fitted Yankees cap. His wingman, Homeboy Jesus, was a slightly dopey-looking white kid whose arms were decorated with finely-detailed portraits of Jesus Christ, and what appeared to be rhyming poems about the Messiah, possibly written by HJ himself.
These two were sustaining what appeared to be a several stop-long conversation with a thirtysomething Southeast Asian woman in a sedate blue suit. I can't fathom what started this conversation, but Perms-A-Lot was clearly sustaining it, and the businesswoman was politely but wearily enduring it. I couldn't hear all the details, but I did hear "... from Vietnam? Cool, I've got a buddy who's from Vietnam, he says it's pretty cool over there. Do you get back to Vietnam very often?"
So, it was something of an amusing scene to start with, but Perms turned that shit right up to 11 once things started getting hot in the Metro. The car was kind of warm, and Perms was all sweaty, so he wiped his brow, then returned to the conversation. Then, while Homeboy Jesus was chatting, Perms leaned back on the seat, pulled off the hat, took off his PERM WIG to reveal a bald head, wiped away the sweat, then replaced both perm and hat.
Reeeeee-donk-ulous. The hip-hop perm: old and busted. The hip-hop perm wig? New hotness.
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