Up the Irons!

(Originally written July 29, 2005)

Well, I’m still in the afterglow of yet another fantastic Iron Maiden adventure. I don’t believe I could ever get tired of seeing the boys live and of feeling the music course through my veins in a way that just isn’t possible when listening to them on the stereo.

We were 3rd row this time and the guards at the Collisée Pepsi in Quebec would not let us move up to the gate for some strange reason . . . but it was still a great show.

An Intermittent Obsession

(Originally written February 23, 2006 on my old blog).  

OK. This is a bit teenager-ish I admit, but I have this intermittent obsession with Oliver Reed. I haven’t even seen half the films he’s been in: only a handfull, actually. And he didn’t exactly age well. But man, was he ever hot in his 30s! Check out his version of Bill Sikes in Oliver! and you will know what I mean (provided, of course, you are into mean-looking bearded guys like I am .  . .drool drool drool). He was also pretty hot in The Devils and in Hannibal Brooks. He was OK looking in parts of Tommy (one of my favourite movies EVER – I will probably blog about The Who’s Tommy at some point but I will have to have a free day to do that because it will be long). Most of you probably know him from Gladiator. He played the guy who trained the gladiators. He actually died during the production of the film *sniff*.

Making Love to Metal

(Originally written March 15, 2006 on my old blog).

I just got back from seeing “Metal: A Headbanger’s Journey” . This film was created by an anthropologist from B.C. who is a total metalhead. How could someone who can combine two of my great passions go wrong? He could have, but he didn’t, or barely did.

A Matter of Life and Death

(Originally written October 14, 2006 on my old blog). 

Yes, yes, yes. I’m about to go on about Iron Maiden again. Yes, I am obsessed. Yes, I am in the fan club. Yes, I should have named this the Iron Maiden blog. Sue me!

We, in Québec, have been immensely spoiled Iron Maiden-wise in the last few years:

2003: Give Me Ed Till I’m Dead Tour (both Québec City and Montréal)

2004: Dance of Death Tour (both)

2005: Early Days Tour (Québec City only)

2006: A Matter of Life and Death Tour (both Québec City and Montréal)

Now, I wasn’t nuts about the new album and, at first, I wasn’t nuts about the fact that they played the album in its entirety with 5 older songs thrown in at the end. But listening to the album AFTER hearing it live (two nights in a row!), I am having massive musical orgasms over and over again. This is an amazingly complex album: it reminds one of the old stuff but with added maturity and sophistication, both musically and lyrically. And of course the boys kicked ass live, as always.

I can’t even begin to explain the high that I feel in the days that follow a show. I have more energy, more optimism about everything, little things don’t bother me so much . . .heck, I even have better posture! (Although I think a lot of this also has to do with my growing number of opportunities to do Drag King performances . . .to be discussed in another post).

I’ve been listening to nothing but Maiden for the past few days, with no signs of getting sick of it. While my roommate usually complains if I listen to too much of it, I think she knows better this week somehow . . .not a single anti-IM peep out of her!

Anyway, other than raving about Iron Maiden and getting some excess energy out of my system so I can actually get some shut-eye eventually, there isn’t much point to this post.

But fuck do I love Iron Maiden!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why is stripping fun? (Originally written on Nov. 17, 2007 on Facebook)

OK, so a week later, I’m still buzzing from the massively hard-on inducing and tingly-all-over rush of stripping at a queer strip show. It’s getting dangerous. I’m in a constant state of arousal. OK, OK, I know that’s nothing new but what is new is this urge to take my clothes off every time I hear electro music. I could get into some serious trouble for that ya know.So here’s an attempt to be analytical about all this and gain some perspective. It might not actually decrease the urge to strip at the drop of a hat (ironically, my hat was one of the only things that I kept on me that night, along with my Doc Martens), but it might help me keep it under control.