I'm excited.

Didn't you guys ban the bag? I miss that bag.

Did someone say they wanted some drama?

thread

thread.

I want to throw a party and I need a sound system.

We show you a fucked up movie. We also have some DJ named DJ Sarcastic who you may have heard of cause he's been hanging out on this website for 20 years. We also have an awesome indie band. You can get beer, and popcorn. Oh yeah, and did I mention it's a funky exploitation film from the 70s.

$10 freaking bones, and it goes to Head & Hands who fucking support fucked up addicts like you guys. Just kidding. You guys aren't addicts. I'm trying not to alienate the market here. Help me out. Help yourself out. HELP US ALL.

We're all gonna die.

GRINDHOUSE WEDNESDAYS. It sounds like it's once a week, but this shit is monthly. So don't sleep.

Oh, and wear some 70s shit if you want to be all participatory and shit.

fb event page: [ www.facebook.com ]

Our shit website: [ www.thegrindhouse.ca ]

Grindhouse Wednesdays returns to the gorgeous Rialto Theatre with a presentation of Larry Cohen's terrifying GOD TOLD ME TO (1976).

This film is a true gem of 1970s chique: the more adventurous among you are highly *encouraged* to rock your best 70s look.

We are super excited about having local indie pop band FREELOVE FENNER setting the tone with their eerily beautiful sound ( [ freelovefenner.com ] ). DJ Sarcastic will be holding it down with a signature all-vinyl set ( [ www.myspace.com ] ).

There will be beer, popcorn, and mayhem. Oh and as always, this is a benefit for Head & Hands: youth outreach superstars!

[ www.facebook.com ]

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[ www.thegrindhouse.ca ]

Time
Wednesday, December 1 · 8:30pm - 11:30pm
Location Cinéma L'Amour
4015 Saint-Laurent
Montreal, QC
Created By
Grindhouse Wednesdays, Grindhouse Wednesdays
More Info
Grindhouse Wednesdays celebrates its 1 year anniversary with a psychologically taut black n white 1963 film set almost entirely inside an insane asylum. SHOCK CORRIDOR "Opens the door to sights you've never seen before!"

DJ: 8:30p-9:00p:
. DJ Sarcastic - [ www.myspace.com ]
Band: 9:00p-9:30p:
.... The Black Void - [ www.myspace.com ]
Film: 9:30p-11:11p:
. SHOCK CORRIDOR
11:11p-midnight:
. DJ Sarcastic

Tickets are available at
. Kitch N Swell, 3968 St Laurent, Montreal, Qc
. Cruella, 63 avenue du Mont-Royal Est, Montreal, Qc
. Head & Hands, 5833 Sherbrooke O, Montreal, Qc

As always, proceeds go to Head & Hands; doing the good work of finding, counseling, and empowering at-risk youth in Montreal.
. [ www.headandhands.ca ]

... [ www.thegrindhouse.ca ] ...

Grindhouse after party at TOKYO:
. [ www.facebook.com ]

Rick Tremble's Motion Picture Purgatory for SHOCK CORRIDOR:
. [ www.snubdom.com ]

The Sound on Sight crew's Sordid Cinema Podcast, discussing Grindhouse Wednesdays upcoming screening of SHOCK CORRIDOR:
. [ www.soundonsight.org ]

Interview with Nightlife Magazine:
. [ www.nightlife.ca ]

Film review and event plug on the Examiner website:
. [ www.examiner.com ]

WE ARE BACK, THE FIRST WEDNESDAY OF EVERY MONTH FOR THE REST OF 2010!

Cheap beer, salty popcorn, a performance by live band AWW SHUCKS, and a rare groove vinyl set by DJ Sarcastic; all to benefit youth outreach superstars: Head & Hands. [ www.headandhands.ca ]

Featuring DEATH GAME, the 1977 sexploitation classic. If you don't mind spoilers, you can read the Motion Picture Purgatory strip of it here: [ www.snubdom.com ]

One of the stars of the show is the cinema itself, Cinema L'Amour, a fortress of filth, a bastion of bawdy, a building dating from the 1900's, with gorgeous molding and tiered seating. Come join a raucous event where there is no "shhh-ing".

Tickets available for $10 at
Cruella: 63 Avenue du Mont Royal Est, Montreal, QC
Kitsch'N Swell: 3968 Boulevard Saint-Laurent, Montreal, QC
Head & Hands: 5833 Sherbrooke West, Montreal, QC

[ www.thegrindhouse.ca ]

oh. dude, you're still ravin'? you should get some kind of lifetime achievement award.

who the f is v2?

wow, i came on this site as a lark, and just read this whole thread. what a trip.

internet beef, promoters losing money, the music is stagnant, the rave scene is dead, people shitting on the promoter for charging $$, people coming to the defense of the promoter.

this all happened before. this is raveweb in 1998.

in my day, the biggest key was new venues. get a new venue, and people really flip.

as a promoter, i always booked big talent, too much of it when i look back. honestly, try walking around a party and asking people who they would die to see. most people with a good answer are probably on the guest list. wtf.

b

ps - wtf is bliss doing here beefing with rave shit. hilarious.

today i logged onto the internet to tell you that you are a stupid sack of authentic shit.


perhaps, in person, we could further pursue both the ontological necessity of your sacklike nature, as well as the shittiness it is unfortunately imbued with.


douchebag.


PS - using a thread on ravewave as criteria for any form of personal value judgement ( eg 'weak' ) is probably absurd. stupid douche.

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To :
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Subject :
existentialism

Date :
Mon, 16 Jun 2003 16:37:18 -0400 (EDT)


dear ben
why do you put JP Sartres "existentialism is a humanism" in your profile on ravewave without giving him credit for it.

ian


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there are so many reasons.

but mostly, because i thought i could fool YOU, which i didnt - shit.


this was an existentialist defense in the fucking modern/postmodern transition of the 1950s and 1960s, it's pretty obvious that it was written several decades ago if you actually read it (and not just pump some of it into google).



why did you email me, anyways? i'm on the internet once a month at most. and reading this in my inbox only confirms what pointless-sacks-of-shit hang out on the net.



( ps: yes, i was a pointless sack of shit too )

Ok, I already put it in the poem thread, but I think it's one everyone should read, in case there are some who don't go into Silly Games.

I'm not asking for compliments, I think everyone should just read it.

So just read it.
I don't care if people comment.
As long as people absorb it.

-----------------


FUCK - another open letter to myself.




stop.


dont continue a minute more.


the intimately cruel pain inflicted by those who draw their energy via bucktoothed berating and redhaired hating and social checkmating has been deemed not fit to print ( or to sense, or feel, or to even be whispered about ).


stop accepting the signal.


actualize and realize the power and significance of friendship's rolling reality reeling its film noir of redemption @ cafe pi on a cold friday's night.

you are not bound by Part 15 of the FCC Rules. you are NOT subject to accepting any interference received. and you can especially FUCK interference that may cause undesired operation.


yo, did you fucking hear me?


FUCK interference that may cause undesired operation.

FUCK the fcc and all the parts of its fascist social reality. FUCK those who accept the interference received. FUCK them and their undesired operation.


stress the word 'FUCK' - our mightiest of imperative ascertations - let it linger in your mind, load this ammunition of absolute admonition in the face of disintellectual reproaches, dishuman cruelty, distorted reality - disgusting people. bang bang bang baby.


that old faggot burroughs once said that 'if you feel like, after being in someone's presence, you've lost about a quart of plasma, avoid that presence.'

your right to ascertain certain happiness devoid of petty social-geography must not be bound by the paradigmatic machinery of hateful minds.

accusations of big-wordery ( verbosity being an unacceptable description of itself ) instantly resets the rules of engagement to the lowest common contaminator - 'engagement' euphemising 'interference' - the dissolution of will - the shrill cackle of the hater's laugh as she openly feeds on someone's pain.

dont yell FUCK with hurt / pain / fear / sadness / madness / illness. FUCK is the absense of pain, it solely announces the presence of absolute determination - to claim yourself yours and no one elses. FUCK that shit. identify the wack, and FUCK it.

leave the wack, once cursed, to it's own morbid decomposition. live and breathe and share the silly smiles of your favorite, the insight of your narcissitically mumbling liege, the bellydeep laughs of your ruckus causing starsky, the soothing love of your caring cat, the incredible experience provided by the perniciousnessly talented who slip in and out of your life, renewal found in the strength of your allies-in-existence. in short, honor the help and hope of the honest handful who knew you and would never deny that knowledge.

they are to be cherished because they bring life to kant's numenal ideas and hume's phenomenal actions and mold form of sartre's being while casting light on his nothingness. they illustrate the path of your life, a life not bound by FCC Part 15 ( nor by dead philosophers whose tunes have long been played out on the dancefloor of our collective conscience ) - but held together by that shared, irressistible urge to fundamentally understand each other.


yeah.

FUCK - another open letter to myself.


stop.


dont continue a minute more.


the intimately cruel pain inflicted by those who draw their energy via bucktoothed berating and redhaired hating and social checkmating has been deemed not fit to print ( or to sense, or feel, or to even be whispered about ).


stop accepting the signal.


actualize and realize the power and significance of friendship's rolling reality reeling it's film noir of redemption @ cafe pi on a cold friday's night.

you are not bound by Part 15 of the FCC Rules. you are NOT subject to accepting any interference received. and you can especially FUCK interference that may cause undesired operation.


yo, did you fucking hear me?


FUCK interference that may cause undesired operation.

FUCK the fcc and all the parts of its fascist social reality. FUCK those who accept the interference received. FUCK them and their undesired operation.


stress the word 'FUCK' - our mightiest of imperative ascertations - let it linger in your mind, load this ammunition of absolute admonition in the face of disintellectual reproaches, dishuman cruelty, distorted reality - disgusting people. bang bang bang baby.


that old faggot burroughs once said that 'if you feel like, after being in someone's presence, you've lost about a quart of plasma, avoid that presence.'

your right to ascertain certain happiness devoid of petty social-geography must not be bound by the paradigmatic machinery of hateful minds.

accusations of big-wordery ( verbosity being an unacceptable description of itself ) instantly resets the rules of engagement to the lowest common contaminator - 'engagement' euphemising 'interference' - the dissolution of will - the shrill cackle of the hater's laugh as she openly feeds on someone's pain.

dont yell FUCK with hurt / pain / fear / sadness / madness / illness. FUCK is the absense of pain, it solely announces the presence of absolute determination - to claim yourself yours and no one elses. FUCK that shit. identify the wack, and FUCK it.

leave the wack, once cursed, to it's own morbid decomposition. live and breathe and share the silly smiles of your favorite, the insight of your narcissitically mumbling liege, the bellydeep laughs of your ruckus causing starsky, the soothing love of your caring cat, the incredible experience provided by the perniciousnessly talented who slip in and out of your life, renewal found in the strength of your allies-in-existence. in short, honor the help and hope of the honest handful who knew you and would never deny that knowledge.

they are to be cherished because they bring life to kant's numenal ideas and hume's phenomenal actions and mold form of sartre's being while casting light on his nothingness. they illustrate the path of your life, a life not bound by FCC Part 15 ( nor by dead philosophers whose tunes have long been played out on the dancefloor of our collective conscience ) - but held together by that shared, irressistible urge to fundamentally understand each other.


yeah.

gosh mike I thought I was the bigger faggot.

Why thank you.

why dont u keep speaking for ALL of the people.

obviously inferior in basic spelling.

shut up you whining bitch.

hey, eldar, you're inferior.

no, it's not.


SHARON IS A FUCKING WASTE-OF-SKIN USING MY FRIENDS TO HURT ME.


IT'S NOT FUNNY, IT'S FUCKING PATHETIC.

i think it IS the place when it's the same place that someone's EVILBITCH ex-girlfriend is using to weasel herself into his social life.


yeah, totally the place.

haha.

good reasoning.

then why do u keep posting that?


why dont you just "not care" and "not post" ?



?

cherry onion kiss says:
basically, i get jollies out of pissing him off

i'm not going to get over it.



this fucking CUNT is only here to fuck with my life and my friends.


she'll say i'm paranoid, she'll say i'm a liar, but now i have insane amounts of proof otherwise.


i WILL NOT GET OVER THE FACT that she's costing me some of my best friends right now.


SHE'S A FUCKING LYING BITCH.


and i WILL NOT GET OVER IT.

cherry onion kiss says:
not so much anymore
wisp says:
wtv...hs lright i guess you guys have issues
wisp says:
i dont really mind him
cherry onion kiss says:
neither do i
wisp says:
you dont?
wisp says:
it seems like it
wisp says:
but i guess im just crazy or some shit
cherry onion kiss says:
but you have to understand, being ben wouldn't be as much fun w/o people like me
wisp says:
elaborate pls
cherry onion kiss says:
if everyone was ben, then there would be no one to NOT be ben
cherry onion kiss says:
that made sense in my head
cherry onion kiss says:
basically, i get jollies out of pissing him off

cherry onion kiss says:
i don'T mean to talk shit right here, but ben is very manipulative

cherry onion kiss says:
75% of the shit that comes out of his mouth is bullshit

guys from the 450 who hate on you because you're more likeable then they are.


( and then use drugs as the excuse for hating )

what a bitch!

wisp says:
he's just really hurt by your hating.
wisp says:
he said every time you would snipe at him, it was like a piece of himself being ripped out.
cherry onion kiss says:
that's why i did it, and that's why i stopped.
wisp says:
you did it to hurt him.
cherry onion kiss says:
yeah.
wisp says:
well, it worked.
wisp says:
i didnt even believe that part so much before.
cherry onion kiss says:
what part?
wisp says:
that you were actually trying to hurt him.
cherry onion kiss says:
yeah i was.

cherry onion kiss says:
basically, i get jollies out of pissing him off

cherry onion kiss says:
there are a lot of GOOD things i have to say about ben too, do you want to hear them?

cherry onion kiss says:
he's mad fucking funny. he tells great stories. he's always there when you need him.

cherry onion kiss says:
he spins pretty well. he's generous with his things

cherry onion kiss says:
he's honest about the way he feels about people, and you always know where you stand with him

caps locks are for six year olds.

this, is AWESOME.

you cant spell insane.


that's funny.