There are a fair amount of cheapos in Vancouver who don’t want to pay for our futuristically named, public transit system: the Skytrain. I’m one of them. Our city has since cracked down and tried to install London-esque turnstiles in most of the stations downtown, so that drunken kids and drunken bums can’t jump on the train for free.
(Source: Vice Magazine)
The department of corrections in British Columbia made an uncharacteristic move this week when it warned the public about Kayla Bourque, a 23-year old violent offender with an “escalating criminal history” who’s been released and is planning on relocating to Vancouver.
Back in December 2011, while producing an article about the state of First Nations women in Canada we interviewed Anishinaabe activist Audrey Huntley. She gave us some valuable insights into Vancouver’s infamous crime and drug ridden Eastside, then told us something we couldn’t believe: “I have a friend that went to the cops in 1998 and told them about Pickton’s whole farm. They called her a ‘junkie ho.’” For the record, police didn’t catch Pickton until 2002.
I first heard about Spookhaus (or Bruce Campbell) when I was on tour a few weeks ago. Our driver said he had bought weed off of this guy in Vancouver who was a real vampire. Anytime I hear about someone like this in my beautiful, boring city, I get really excited about befriending them. When I found out that Spookhaus allegedly sleeps in a coffin, I was sold.
Many of you have surely seen our VBS special ‘Doin It Baja’, which followed skaters Arto Saari, Heath Kirchart, Keegan Sauder, Patrick O’Dell, Hime Hu, and their guide, Bill Bryant on a 2200 mile motorcycle trip from San Diego to the tip of Baja California, Mexico. You may also remember the two calm and collected Canadians who joined them, Kynan Tait and Harvey Foster, providing a very endearing bromantic subplot. Kynan provided us with these beautiful photos of the trip, so I thought I would call him up to find out if he’s as modest and mysterious as he seemed through Patrick O’Dell’s camera lens. As it turns out, he is.
I’ve known Ryan Smith of Green Burrito Records since the day I was born. I am not exaggerating. Ryan and I were both born on the same July day in 1985 in the same North Vancouver hospital. We are convinced that our mother’s high-fived as they waddled down the hallway to the nurse’s station to get more ice chips. Maybe we were even next to each other in the nursery doing our own little baby high-fives? Who knows?
I’ve always been fascinated with the relationship between boys and pornography. Sex is a right of passage for all human existence, but watching porn and pulling pud is something boys do almost clinically. When I was nine, my girlfriend and I found a stack of wet porn magazines in the forest behind my house. We were fascinated. The soggy, glamorous tit shots became the hot topic of the day, but eventually we left them in the forest and went home to play “mermaids.” Read the rest of this entry »
Impending summer really puts you in a good mood, doesn’t it? You start holding doors open for people, you say hi to your neighbours again, and you even start paying attention to “Lost Cat” signs. To celebrate, we’ve giving away a pair of tickets to see Pierced Arrows, Lullabye Arkestra and The Vicious Circles this Saturday at the Biltmore Cabaret so the next time you see that cute checkout girl or guy you were too shy to talk to all winter, you can muster all that newfound Springtime bravado and go, “Hey, wanna come see a few of the most awesomest bands ever?” And they won’t be able to resist. Don’t say we never did nothin’ for ya, Vancouver. Doors open at 8. ENTER
