s.o: “Mmmm…you smell like… books”.
c.p.c: “you smell like edmonton”
s.o: “well, you smell like the inside of a canoe”
s.o: “you smell like hot newspaper”
It is time to declare war once and for all on emo.
This sucks and the were the ony venu with a decent sound system and good fries…
Wow. Just…wow. The dearth-of-live-venues BS saga continues. I hate this town sometimes.
why? why Pub 340? why does this happen in the last place where you could get a reasonably priced drink on any day of the week and see live music? i’m fucking moving to Berlin with my girlfriend.
is it too early to ask if the vic square after party is still here?
Three of my friends were fired from Pub 340 today without any warning. Six people were fired in total. They are all being replaced by new staff of the screamo variety. The booker, Malice, has been banned from the bar for 6 months. My best friend David suspected that something was up last week when training some 21 year old with a lip ring (that I’ve been told by is going to be ripped out) who had the arrogance to tell him “things are going to change around here”. We suspect his girlfriend, who was also recently hired, has planned this whole coup in attempts to take over booking there. Fuck that place. I doubt they want their jobs back but they should all demand compensation. Of which they are all eligible for considering that none of them had received any written warning prior to being fired.
From the BC Employment Standards Act:
An employee who is terminated may be eligible for compensation based on the following formula:
- After three consecutive months of employment - one week’s pay. After 12 consecutive months of employment - two weeks’ pay
- After three consecutive years - three weeks’ pay, plus one week’s pay for each additional year of employment to a maximum of eight weeks.
A week’s pay is calculated by:
- Totalling the employee’s wages, excluding overtime, earned in the last eight weeks in which the employee worked normal or average hours, and dividing the total by eight.
Something of a wake will be held tonight at the Sweatshop aptly titled the FUCK PUB 340 party. There will be drinks and karaoke.
The stillness of stones
Belies the blood embrace
Their chalky bones
Beneath such subtle silent defiance is a bond
Covalent or ionic
And cast from duress
The mason’s furnace churning below
Hell’s patient flame
Alas! The lichen is a guise
That talus scree is moving!
In a slovenly hunch
This devil’s orogeny shrugs
Hutton’s folded hands
At his marble desk,
And Borges wasn’t
Fooled by the
that slides away
and, at the falling point
piles up with
And even when
Alberta’s Burgess Shale
That life exploded
Gould gave us a moment
A period of repose
Before the punctuation
That seismic shift
When the Cambrian came alive
And now, humans
With our pretty revolutions
Ourselves to see
An exclamation point