Currency Capture Device


Until recently, the film canister did two things:
1. Hold film
2. Hold weed

Recently a brilliant, obscure mind innovated a third use for this functionally limited object.

The mind: MGK– savant, diplomat, and procrastinator
The application: Currency Capture Device

For years, MGK fought the everyday battle of loose and missing change. He understood that his flimsy pockets could never adequately contain the coin-swelled riches of a night out. He rightly saw jackets as seasonal and the idea of a purse, while a solution for some, as a non-option.

In a moment of decisive inspiration MGK picked up and considered a discarded film canister. After a few moments’ thought, he methodically inserted his change into the container and slipped it into his pocket. “That will do,” he said to himself.

He could not have known that he was altering the way we looked at change for good.

You often hear of one’s ‘Eureka Moment.’ MGK’s is one that must have resonated through his entire body like a freight train at dawn. His simple adaptation mixes portability and practicality with an elegance never managed by the conventional wallet.

And it’s no accident that this revelation came from such a versatile character. MGK can appear in states of calm (quiet, contemplative reading) and agitation (drunken entrances through screen doors), but never is he more compelling than when seen hunched over his duct tape-lined film canister, scouring its crumbling insides for the change to purchase a late night burrito.

A salute to MGK! To his resume above he may now add ‘pioneer’.

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Pine is Fine

I’m looking forward to a trip out to Pine this weekend. I haven’t been there since before Christmas. If you don’t remember hearing about Pine, it’s where most of Red Circle and about 50% of Malvern’s recorded output was thrown together. With a big warm room, wind, sand and a sea of trees, Pine is fine, indeed.
And there’s plenty on the agenda while I’m there: a fuck-ton of papers to grade, a book to get through, and some sketching-out of a new recording to complete. Beautiful. It sounds like a lot, but it’s Pine: things just get done when you’re there.
Perhaps most enticing is the prospect of mixing some of my cousin Jack’s high-game sausage (-What’s this stuff made out of, buddy? Venison? -Yup, there’s probably some Venison in there…) with a bunch of sweet potato and parmesan cheese to make the most delicious soup on the planet. There’s just not enough to be said for a bowlful of Saskabush mystery meat paired with salt, vegetables and cheese. Add to the soupy deliciousness the fact that it’s a long weekend, which means beers, beers, beers, and you’ve got what’s known as a winner, my friends. What a life, eh?
I’ll take it…
VdS(x)

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Checking in(doors)

Hi.
I thought I’d check in. How are things? What have you been doing with your time? Have you been staying in? Going out?
For me, things are fine. I’ve been working hard on a new EP. With three and a half songs finished, I’m getting closer. You’ve heard a few of the tunes in less established guises, but I think you’ll like what a little bit of application has done for them. It feels like ages since I finished Red Circle, but I’m excited about what’s in the works. You should be hearing new stuff soon: let’s pretend that I’m committing to early spring.
Otherwise, I’ve had one of the quieter winters I can remember. There’s been tons of time spent indoors, playing and listening to good music, recording, reading and cooking loads. Toronto’s snowscape caught up with Saskatchewan’s November output a few weeks ago, and I think it’s fair to say that we’re in the midst of a pretty heavy Canadian winter.
Happily, my whiskey stash has kept things nice and easy. I love the feeling of sitting in my chair with that little glass in my hand, staring straight ahead at the bit of light coming from the other room. The tingle in my stomach and the glow in the room is the warmth of home. I love it here just now.

Talk soon,
VdS(x)

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Dispatchewan

Trans-Canada, outside Fort Qu’Appelle

Melville railyard

Truck chase

Hubba Hubba

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Sansico

My friend’s mom died.
Another friend bought a house, lost his dad and had a son.
In a short period of time.
Another friend got a new job.
Another one drank on an empty stomach and had to leave early.
It’s cold out.
It’s wet out.
My mother had hip surgery.
She’s going to have a long winter.
The sun goes home early, now.
Most days I’d like to go with it.
I’ve learned a few new riffs.
I’ve given away my watch.
I’m headed for the pines.
Taco Tuesday.
Whiskey Thursday.
Soup.
Salad.
Sansico.

VdS(x)

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Fools!

I’m never up this late on a weeknight. It’s a trap, not being able to sleep. I’ve been lying in bed, listening to this song over and over for half an hour. I’m not sure why. I found it through a friend of a friend.
What have the rest of you been up to?
It’s definitely gone fall in Toronto. When the fall comes, I feel older. It’s such a lovely time of year, but when it blows in with its leaves and its cold and its rain, the fall reminds me that I’m getting older. I like it: everyone scurrying around in warmer things- coats and suchlike- trying to beat the cold, pretending there isn’t a cold to beat.
Fools!
I am one of them.
It reminds me of an old VdS tune that I wrote about a girl I used to really like when I lived in Boston. In fact, it’s so old I think the only copy is on the original 4-track cassette in my parent’s basement (chief archivist?):
Soon it will be autumn/and the music that I hear/will make me quiet and sad for you
Now that I think of it, maybe I was talking about someone else.
NOPE!- I was definitely talking about her! She was smoking hot and I had her number taped up to my wall for at least a month in junior year.
Fools!
I am definitely one of them.

VdS (x)

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Championship Vinyl.


There’s so much I want to do with my life. Champions are forever.

VdS(x)

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