Home is where your cat is.

Posted by jswt | Posted in Canada - Vancouer | Posted on 20-01-2012

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So once again it was time to pop into Vancouver and spend some quality time at home: see family, hang out with friends, catch up on all the in-person things we have to do in a blitzkreig compression, and try to rest a little in between all of that (never successful).

Highlights of being home were a few decent days snowboarding up on Cypress, getting to hang out with our friends C&S on the day that C became an offical honest to goodness Canadian (Congrats, mate!), double late Christmas dinners at both sets of parents, a hockey game (thanks M&D!), and a fantastic dinner with M&A where we could finally repay them for their hospitality in Adelaide.

Chris flew out, and I stayed home an extra week for a big night out with the boys, some extra snowboarding, paperwork and accounting catchup, and going with C&F to J’s album release party (!!!METAL!!!). Some quality time on the couch with my cat, a cup of tea and a blanket while watching waves of snowstorms roll over the city was the icing on the cake.

As always, the time was short, and it was hard to see everyone and do everything we wanted, but soon enough it was time to go once more and I was catching a flight back to Europe for another leg o’ wandering…

Tour break in Vancouver!

Posted by jswt | Posted in Audio, Canada - Vancouer | Posted on 31-10-2011

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After Shanghai, Chris had a week off back in Vancouver that we used to maximize our chilling, catching up and visitings. Thanksgiving dinner with the family, and some kickass seats to a BC Lions game in the new stadium were a nice treat.

Chris headed off to Russia, and since I could only get a 30 day tourist visa I stuck around Vancouver for a very well received 3 extra weeks enjoying my couch and cat. Got to meet up with a bunch of the guys for a random MEATFEST of bbq madness, catch a hockey game with the father-in-law, and enjoy the indian summer’s crisp days of blue skies and rainbow leaves.

I even managed to sneak in a hike up Hollyburn mountain on what ended up being the last day before the snows fell on the peaks (where cheeky grey jays flew right onto my knee and ran diversion while another snuck up behind me and tried to steal the ring right off my finger! cocky bastid birds – shah).




My buddy D was still in town from his best man duties at the wedding before he continued off back on his journey around the world on his (pedal) bike. He was leaving for Cape Town in South Africa where he was headed on a zig zag journey northward towards Morocco. If you aren’t already, you should be subscribed to his blog – TiredOfIT.ca to follow along on that journey.

D was a roommate and mischievous cohort from way back, and we’ve spent many weird nights djing together even though he plays a much… harder style than I tend to. He used to run a radio show in Winnipeg, and later on CJSF in Vancouver, called SLEIZURE which was a frequent friday night haunt for me and a bunch of other drunken djfolk. Somehow they’d got permission to do a one off reunion night on the radio station and I got to tag along to play. The night was a blast, and got suitably messy with hot dog explosions, flying records causing facial injuries, and a certain someone requiring forceable removal from the studio by the testicles. I played a set from about 1-2am that was harder than my normal style but perfect Sleizure-fodder, that you can listen to here…

Another audio treat while I was back in Vancouver was the virgin voyage of my buddy C’s TRUCKERDISCO night. C has a kickass taste in sleazy punkrock disco infused grindy beats, and invited me to play the night… I played from 10:30-12ish so it started off a little slow and got more banging as the room picked up – and maaaaaaaan did it pick up. It was one of the crazier dancefloors I’ve seen in Vancouver as people from all over the place, cliques, genres, styles, and persuasions messed up and mashed up the place. Serious freakers ball action, and way fun. Anyways, keep your ears listening for info on the next one, and here’s a recording of my set from the night if you’re needing some sleazy listenings… [remember: starts off slow, but picks up… give it some time to build].

After that it was time to pack up, as my Russian visa was kicking in and Moscow was on the horizon…

Stag Party – Round 1: Vancouver

Posted by jswt | Posted in Canada - Vancouer | Posted on 02-07-2011

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This post is the first in a combination of two events from the past couple weekends that fit together and are somewhat inseparable: my stag. I’m getting married in September, and have been blessed enough to have such wonderfully thoughtful friends (or just a bunch of drunk lushes looking for any excuse to party) that there were two parties organized: one at home, and one destination/kidnapping.

The first weekend happened in Vancouver, and I was picked up the day after Canada Day about noon with a mystery bag of tricks bag packed for me by my partner, a rental vehicle, and zero knowledge of what was to come. We made the rounds and picked up more friends along the way until the car was packed with me and 5 familiar faces that I’ve known for many years. The laughs started immediately, and I mentioned that even if the day were to consist of nothing more than us driving around, it would’ve been perfect. This was echoed by icy stares and the ominous statement that “you have no idea”.

It’d been a long cold spring, and July 2nd was the first day of the year in Vancouver where the sun had come out in full force, and we weren’t alone as the boys brought me to our first stop: Vancouver’s legendary clothing optional Wreck Beach. We lugged a bbq and supplies down the stairs, found an amazing spot with some shade under some trees, and got into the spirit of the day. Not long after settling in, C decided to reveal the 20lb weight attached to a metal chain and a vicious metal gauntlet, which was quickly clasped to my leg, locked, and the key thrown into the ocean. I may not have been the first impending bachelor to have this strapped on, but I was the first to have it done while not wearing pants. It didn’t take long to remove a good layer of skin, but luckily the boys had thought ahead to bring enough libations to numb the pain. At 2pm hippy-time (see: 3pm-‘ish’) some of us joined in for the “world’s largest skinny dip” attempt, which I have to recommend against while wearing a 20lb weight. After a few hours on the beach full of laughter, bacon, an unsafe bbq fire (the paint was flammable? made in china? who guessed?), and maybe some possibly illicit explosive charges planted in watermelons, it was time for us to climb back up the stairs (again – yay 20lb weight!) and continue on with the adventure.

We drove to Kits beach and had a quick rinse and cleanup at the pool, some additional friends showed up and joined us for a kickass japanese tapas meal at Hapa Izikayah. We laughed, had unexpectedly highbrow conversation, ate horse tartare, and drank the perfect amount of shots and Hello Kitty drinks (which put a decided low end twist to the highbrow chatter). At one point, I looked around the table and realized that I’d known every one of those guys for at least 10 years (most more than 15) and heartfeltedly toasted the fact that I’m lucky to have so many damn good friends/drunken bastards in my life.

After dinner, the clouds had rolled in and a light rain had begun when we moved across the street to the beach, had another friend show up, and the martini shakers start up for a waterfront cocktail party as the sun faded away and the night lit up.

Back in the car (yes – the driver was well designated) we were heading downtown when my buddy B, who was sitting beside me on the middle bench, said that he needed to hit a gas station to grab something. He hopped out of the vehicle, and we continued the buoyant banter while he was inside. When the door opened and he got back in, I looked over to say something to B, and realized that he was no longer quite himself, but had taken the form of a mime gesturing into a banana. My intoxicated friends continued on with our conversation without so much as a stutter, and I was doing my best to process this strange state of mimeness when B hopped back in the vehicle on the other side of the black and white addition. B told the driver we were good to go downtown, that he’d gotten what he needed, and continued our conversation where we had left off, but I was rather distracted.

For the next few hours, the 8 of us continued to drink heavily and enjoy some of Gastown’s finest offerings, while my friends continued to make absolutely no mention of the very mimelike mime swimming on the hood of our vehicle while using his umbrella as a snorkel, dancing on lampposts, fake-peeing in alleys with us… Zero. Mention. At. All. They didn’t miss a beat. The only recurring question was along the lines of “why are you so distracted? I’m talking to you!”, which does tend to happen when you’re constantly looking over your shoulder watching a mime and beginning to question reality, your sanity, and maybe what your friends may have slipped in your drink at the beach.

The mime did suddenly disappear during the hazy course of the memories that followed: Gastown drinking, tapas bars in Blood Alley, lovely australians, choreographed backup dancing for a woman singing about the unfortunate overlap of cunnilingus and spearmint gum… all while still carrying that goddamn 20lb weight.

Sometime around 2am, we were at another bar when we hit the inevitable point of the “last wise drink” when my friends made a call that clinched the night: a limo arrived to take me home, and we ended the night not with a fizzle, but on the perfect high note.

Gentlemen, to you I tip my hats for that, and the entire rest of a perfect celebratory day in Vancouver.



Scenes from a tour break

Posted by jswt | Posted in Canada - Vancouer | Posted on 17-02-2011

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Week at home with Chris, and then a week at home by myself = time well spent.

The fun included: Dinner w/ Des and Darren in Vancouver for the first time ever. Few days snowboarding at Cypress. Hockey game (thanks dad!). Haircuts and hobnobbing. Sunsets and sunny walks with friends. Sushi and sushi and sushi. Dining out with a somalier. Drunken revelry and random Chromeo with backwoods friends. Snowshoeing and DJing a fetish night in the same day… Loads more laughs in there too, but that’s all the photos are triggering the memories for right now 🙂



Scenes from a tour break…

Posted by jswt | Posted in Canada - Vancouer | Posted on 06-11-2010

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Had a really nice few weeks at home. Got to see a ton of friends, have dinner w/ Chris’ parents, dj my friend’s club night, experience a shooting, go to an apple festival, see Mumford and Sons play at the Vogue, go to a halloween party dressed as victims of gay teen bullying, have friends over for a big roast dinner and watching fireworks from on high for halloween night, have an early birthday and christmas dinner on the same night at my mom’s, and spend a load of quality time on the couch relaxing and just enjoying being at home.

One note of sadness during the trip was the loss of our friend Rick who passed away during the break. He was my favourite dirty old man, who loved to keep up with us in our antics and is a part of many memories. He will be sorely missed.

A short visit at home, with highs and lows, but time has come quickly again to pack the suitcases and get rolling… going along for the entire 10 week leg this time, as it’s the one I’ve been waiting for – lots of interesting places that I don’t know if I’d otherwise get a chance to visit… Should be quite the trip 🙂

At home with the white trash party…

Posted by jswt | Posted in Canada - Vancouer, General | Posted on 28-08-2010

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Back home in Vancouver for a few weeks, my favorite group of pyro nutters, Disaster Area, threw down bigtime once more with the 5th annual White Trash party. Mudrasslin, car crashes, giddyup foam party, big hair beauty parlor, and as always my highlight: dj’ing cuntry westurn and hair metal from behind a cage.

Big yeehaws for a party dun right, cuzins…

O(lympics) Canada!

Posted by jswt | Posted in Canada - Vancouer, General | Posted on 06-03-2010

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So I’m packed and ready to resume my role as JetSetWhiteTrash, but I thought I’d be a good idea to look back on the past few weeks where I had the opportunity to play tourist in my home town during the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver.

In the years leading up to the olympics, I was rather neutral about the whole thing – I knew it’d be great for Vancouver, but there were a lot of negative issues being ignored, cost overruns and some shifty dealings.

But I remember it first settling in as to what it meant when I was in Geneva back in December, and I started to realize that it was bigger than Vancouver. Every time I’d see a TV, they were showing Vancouver. Every time I’d open a newspaper, they were saying something about Vancouver. Walking through airports and malls and venues, there’d be posters showing Vancouver. Everyone I spoke to, when they found out where I was from, was asking me all sorts of questions about Vancouver.

It was then that I realized that no matter what issues we might have with the olympics at home, they were coming, and the world was going to be arriving on our doorstep shortly.

The event itself overlapped for a week with Chris’ tour break, and we both just kept ourselves clear to make the most of the events and see what came to us… We also had some good old friends of mine from DC stay with us for that first week, which seriously added to and helped encourage our own sightseeing and touristiness of it all.

Pretty much every night we’d end up downtown in the throngs, revelling… hi-5ing… drinking… singing… cheering… and it was unbelievable. Our regularily no-fun-city was giving everyone the respect to go out and enjoy themselves, and everyone was making the most of that gift.

Canada is not usually anything more than a politely patriotic place – I mean aside from sporting events, the national anthem is rarely heard (even on most July 1st/Canada Days). But something about this event woke people up and made them realize they were so proud of where they came from, and who we were as a country, that they literally erupted into song. You heard people singing everywhere – on the trains, in the bars, on the streets, in the mall… It was unprecedented, surreal, and rather marvelous to experience.

We went into the whole thing only having some tickets for some long track speed skating, but whether it be karma, luck, or an openness to extreme possibilities, we ended up having a pretty full schedule of awesomeness: Medal ceremonies, hockey games, closing ceremonies, skating, superultra hair metal madness with Steel Panther. Chris even got a ticket to the mens moguls event where Canada won it’s first gold medal on home soil (and got us to some late night party with some of the canadian team).

In the end, Canada walked away with the record for most gold medals, and more importantly to us as a country, the gold medal in hockey — which symbolically stamped success upon the game

I think the most important thing that’s going to come out of this olympic experience for me is the hope of what it means for Vancouver – that we’ve for the first time realized that we’ve got a collective spirit that we’re proud of, that living in our city makes us part of something unique, and that we’re about to experience unprecedented growth that’s going to take us to a metropolitan level.

We’ve never actually *celebrated* as a city before… We’ve gone downtown to watch some fireworks, but that was a “get in, get out” type deal. We’d never been given a chance to just hang out and party… But now, we’ve not only taken the babysteps needed to be comfortable partying with our neighbors, we’ve all reailzed what a fantastic sensation it is to come together as a group and be part of the whole… (of course, say the festival goers and hippyfolk, but… that vibe you got the first time it all clicked — the masses just saw it, for most, their first time).

Similar to what Expo86 did for the city, we’ve just stepped up onto the world stage, and it’s going to be interesting to watch how we step up as a city, because the world has now seen Vancouver and the fantastic smile we flashed back to the world.

As I felt last year when I realized the world was coming to Vancouver… this is bigger than us now.

The secret’s out…
And it’s going to be an interesting wave to ride.