Who are you?
Leviride - singer/songwriter.
What are you up to?
Getting high, filling out your online Readers' Poll; releasing my debut CD in February 2001.
Hometown and current HQ:
Tarannah!
Current fixations:
A Farfisa organ, Albert Camus, and Alpine medicated chewing gum.
Mind altering work of art (not your own):
The Hallowe'en display of local artists' work at Gallery 1313 last October. Awesome!
Most memorable/inspirational gig and why?
Tom Waits at the Hummingbird Centre about a year ago; never fully grasped the concept of bringing the house down before this gig.
What should everyone shut up about?
Many, many things.
Your greatest strength and weakness:
Desire and procrastination.
Your vital daily ritual:
Caffeine and marijuana. Not necessarily in that order.
Guilty pleasure:
Online pornography.
If I wasn't playing music I would be:
A dull, brown hue.
Your most memorable day job:
Writing for a towing magazine.
Best/worst advice received:
Best: 'Look out!'; Worst: 'Get your high school diploma. It's important.'
I would drop everything to play a benefit for:
The taxi cab industry.
What makes you want to take it off and get it on?
Another's pulse.
What personal trait would make you kick someone out of your band? And have you?
Potential sexual predator and yes.
When I think of Canada I think:
It's better than Cats!
Music and sex: Is there a difference? Why?
Yes. Music fulfills.
Strangest brush with celebrity:
While drinking with a few friends in a pub in the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in NYC a short time ago (I was a guest of my pal Terance), somebody muttered something about actor Rutger Hauer (Bladerunner, others). I thought one of our drinking companions said, 'The bartender looks like Rutger Hauer'. To which I replied, 'The bartender looks like Rutger Hauer? Boy, shows you how well his fucking acting career has gone.' I then turned to my left and faced Rutger Hauer who was having a drink at the next table. I smiled and shrugged.
What does your mom wish you were doing instead?
Making money.
Leviride - singer/songwriter.
What are you up to?
Getting high, filling out your online Readers' Poll; releasing my debut CD in February 2001.
Hometown and current HQ:
Tarannah!
Current fixations:
A Farfisa organ, Albert Camus, and Alpine medicated chewing gum.
Mind altering work of art (not your own):
The Hallowe'en display of local artists' work at Gallery 1313 last October. Awesome!
Most memorable/inspirational gig and why?
Tom Waits at the Hummingbird Centre about a year ago; never fully grasped the concept of bringing the house down before this gig.
What should everyone shut up about?
Many, many things.
Your greatest strength and weakness:
Desire and procrastination.
Your vital daily ritual:
Caffeine and marijuana. Not necessarily in that order.
Guilty pleasure:
Online pornography.
If I wasn't playing music I would be:
A dull, brown hue.
Your most memorable day job:
Writing for a towing magazine.
Best/worst advice received:
Best: 'Look out!'; Worst: 'Get your high school diploma. It's important.'
I would drop everything to play a benefit for:
The taxi cab industry.
What makes you want to take it off and get it on?
Another's pulse.
What personal trait would make you kick someone out of your band? And have you?
Potential sexual predator and yes.
When I think of Canada I think:
It's better than Cats!
Music and sex: Is there a difference? Why?
Yes. Music fulfills.
Strangest brush with celebrity:
While drinking with a few friends in a pub in the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in NYC a short time ago (I was a guest of my pal Terance), somebody muttered something about actor Rutger Hauer (Bladerunner, others). I thought one of our drinking companions said, 'The bartender looks like Rutger Hauer'. To which I replied, 'The bartender looks like Rutger Hauer? Boy, shows you how well his fucking acting career has gone.' I then turned to my left and faced Rutger Hauer who was having a drink at the next table. I smiled and shrugged.
What does your mom wish you were doing instead?
Making money.
