Swept Away by a Sweet Tsunami

Monday night was one of those mind-opening, body-boogey-ing, spirit splattering romps at Grossman’s tavern. I watched the Laura Hubert Band do their fabulous musical cartwheels on stage. The band plays their magnificntly jazzy swing while Laura Hubert devilishly, deliciously unleashes her sweet tsunami voice.

I found myself breathing deeply, sensuously-as if my body were preparing itself for orgasm. At one point, I went to the loo, and while washing my hands in the bathroom, my feet started swinging, then my hips follwed and I was swept out of the room, dancing. I foound myself gyrating uncontrollably behind the tables. Then, I was joined by two travelling girls from Madrid. We swooped and swirled together, catching eachother’s eye and giggling like hyenas. Now this is summer! I never thought Toronto had it in it(him? her?-whatever)! Now I doubt I’ll be able to survive the winter in Montreal without the Laura Hubert Band. They’ve turned me into an instant addict, I’m afraid.

On to something completely dissimalar:

I biked past the corner of Spadina and Bloor today, in search of a hilarious poster that had been plastered to a pole on the corner. I had been in line to buy tickets to a fringe festival show a few weeks ago, and looked over my shoulder to see a handwritten, photocopied piece of paper that read:

WARNING: DANGEROUS DRUGS

Dangerous drugs are being used, made and sold in the Annex, Yorkville and downtown Toronto generally! Please do not use, make or sell dangerous illegal drugs.

Thank you.

I couldn’t stop myself: I cracked up. Then I noticed that the hand-written page had been posted over top another that had a little comic strip on it. The first panel showcased the drawing of a dog sitting on top of an opened newspaper. The next panel had the dog in the exact same position, but now with a thought bubble above it that read: “Whoever said that dogs shouldn’t do acid was not a dog on acid”

There was no going back- I was rolling around on the dirty Toronto sidewalk faseter than you could say “dog on acid”.

So when I went back in search of this awesome poster duo, I was horribly dissapointed to find that it was gone. It has a two-week layer of posters over it that is about 2 inches thick, and hard as cement. I guess it will be preserved there for a future generation to uncover. Sigh.