CMW is one of those events that’s guaranteed to reoccur at least once a year, like herpes, but unlike it’s venereal disease counterpart, CMW features parties and a schmooze and booze fest with bands rather than painful and annoying sores. What they do have in common though, is that they’re both exhausting, expensive to deal with and, usually, when it’s all over and done with, you’ve had enough of it and you are just fine with the idea of not having to deal with it again for another year. This year was no different. The sore feet, lost voice, ringing ears and the devastating effects of a cumulative multi-day hangover were all present in the days following CMW, but in some sick twisted way, they served as a reminder that you’re still in love with your small morsel of involvement in the music industry.
Hey there, sports fans! I haven’t written in what seems like forever and it feels good to be pounding a keyboard instead of a drum kit for a change. I’ve basically been hibernating lately, isolated from the rest of the world, trying to get an EP done with my band. Every so often though, the lure of something like one of Canada’s biggest music industry events can get even my lazy ass out of the studio. All to get shit-faced with some really cool people and then write about all my adventures. I’ve actually tried a half dozen times now to put together an interesting piece of writing, detailing the highlights of CMW like I did last year, which mostly entails a four day industry schmooze-fest and a heavy drinking binge. On my last attempt, I gave up around 2000 monotonous words and realized that a typical overview of my CMW experience would simply be futile this year. Instead, I’m going to rant about a few things and hope I don’t get blacklisted next year.