victoria_day raze every year on victoria day and the fourth of july someone who lives a few houses down has a fireworks show with live entertainment. for twenty-five bucks you can sit or stand on their lawn and listen to two middle-aged men with more ego than talent strum plugged-in acoustic guitars and puke up platitudes. if that doesn't deafen you, a few hundred loud things will light up and disappear over your head, and they'll be happy to take the rest of your hearing with them. i've never gone. i'd rather force-feed a sewing needle through my urethra. before it gets dark, the music coerces me into listening against my will. it's too loud to ignore. the songs are all originals. there's nothing in any of them i haven't heard before. the last one at least takes a few nice turns. there's an unexpected chord change here. a solid vocal harmony there. whoever the frontman is, he sings what sounds like, "everything you wait to see is underneath the sky." what he's really singing isn't anything so forthright or appealing. but that's what i hear. and it's worth all the money i didn't spend to feel these sound waves shake my bedroom wall. 220523 what's it to you? who go blather from