So Amy won the Grammys.
So what. We had the East Coast Music Awards on the same night in the Maritimes.
Much more important.
Joel Plaskett Emergency won all the prizes for a mediocre album about an ashtray.
Poor Wintersleep didn't win anything, despite the fact that the music journalist in town loves them.
Boo fucking hoo.
Reminds me so much of Ireland in the eighties when U2 won all the prizes.
Except of course, I liked U2.
I like neither of these acts.
God I wish I was somewhere where you could go to a gig in a heated venue that started before eleven.
More importantly, The Daily News is closing down today.
That is bad.
How can you have a first rate city with one newspaper?
Apparently, the Greater Halifax Partnership have taken to referring to Halifax as 'the new Dublin'.
Now there's a scary thought.
That would put me living beside the Red Cow Inn, where people get shot.
Oh, that's right, I live near Spryfield, where, er, people get shot.
But only sometimes.
Not as often as when I lived in Dublin.
Halifax is not the new Dublin.
Halifax is the old Dublin.
That's why I like Halifax.
Like the old Dublin, Halifax is a former colonial capital that has gone to seed due to the pull factor of Ontario and Alberta. Unlike Dublin, it is not the entry point to the lucrative EMEA markets and it doesn't have a dodgy tax break system that facilitates MNCs to set up shop here.
Its best hope is to become the Florida of the north.
We should send a flotilla of boats to Cuba and load up anyone interesting (shouldn't be too difficult, everyone here knows the way to Cuba), and then set the town on fire with a salsa beat.
Plus we'd have all those trained Cuban healthcare professionals to fill the jobs we will need filled.
(Apologies to Cubans by the way, I am not being insensitive to your culture, I am merely taking the piss out of the GHP)
Hey, we'd have fun at next year's ECMAs.
Incoming February bleughs alert.
May the existential crisis and unconnected ramblings time of the year begin.
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