Yes that is right - Jay is finally on iTunes!!!!!! Songs 'Body is a Temple' , 'Half Boyfriend', '26 Hour Day' and 'Unstable boy' are all on there, each are 99 cents. Check him out on YouTube through my Google Video list on my site and link to YouTube to hear more. If you like now you can actually buy the tracks , yay! Hopefully this will lead to an actual album.
Also he has an ACTUAL music video for Body is a Temple :O.
I arrived back from my big trip to Ontario this week and found I noticed a lot of different things than I usually do. Often I notice the glamor of the city, the large buildings, the many shops, the differences between small town life basically. This trip I noticed the never ending roads, street signs and billboards promising another Wendy's around the corner. There were so many Tim Hortons, Wendys, MacDonalds and PetroCanada's along the way and when there were none there was sign indicating the duration of driving left until the next one was available.
The smog was very noticeable in built up areas as there were so many cars and trucks on the road, as well there seemed to be a great deal of litter. There were so many transfer trucks on the highways, our little car would speed past hitting 120km/h and I would look up into the glum, focused eyes of the drivers. Trying to predict what their lives were like, I did not see one women truck driver my whole journey. I did however count 5 smart cars during driving time.
Coming into the city the apartment buildings rose up as if growing from the earth. The sight felt unreal as if Godzilla was about to come and tear the skyscrapers from their supports and munch on the concrete like carrots. The large, windowed , business buildings reminded me of those made by doozers from Fraggle Rock.
Driving through built up areas the smell of fumes drifted into the car without even cracking a window, likely through the air vents. Honda dealerships popped up all over the terrain surrounded by many filled up parking lots. Shiny metal everywhere you look.
The city is less romantic now but still holds some of it's glory for me, I could see how a writer could gather inspiration living there. The isolation, the people watching, the depression, the multi-culturism. The city seems to be fertile ground for a cynical mind (which most good authors are).
The city seems to be a doggy dog world, everyone for themself. People are in a hurry and know where they are going, more like ants then human beings.
