Never
before, in the history of my blogging sloth life have I needed a Spreecast like this one. Life can be a challenge. I’m a slow sloth. I can barely keep up with
this fast-paced human world. All these things keep on rushing past. While I crawl
I think ‘Why bother? I could take a nap instead’. Yet I continue onward towards
a bigger and bloggier future. Seeing Steve Roggenbuck scream in front of a
laptop for hours at a time makes me believe in humanity. Steve is one of the
freest people on the planet. Out of all my friends, IRL, online, whatever,
Steve appears to have figured out exactly what he enjoys doing with his life. I
feel if Siddhartha met Steve Roggenbuck early in life he could have saved
himself a whole heap of trouble.
Tom
Melton, Cole, Amy Saul-Zerby and I were the first five in the Spreecast. We
refer to ourselves as ‘Steve heads’. For we keep tabs on the trials and
tribulations of the young bucking Roggenbuck. If I had the money and the time I’d
probably follow Steve around the country. My review section would include bus
trip reviews on a 0.0 to 10.0 scale. Of course bus trips depend on the album I’m
listening to, how much seat I get, the amount of leg room, and whether or not I
bring a ‘Trail Mix’. A single trail mix can turn a bad bus ride into a glad bus
ride. That’s how I get around this great big Eastern Corridor. My other
transportation is a laptop. I rely on that for now.
Jacked
up plans are in the works. Steve states his hopes and dreams are going to come
true. Get Goth sponsors the event. The chatroom hears the plan that is going to
change the world. Cole states ‘sounds like Timothy Leary’s place minus LSD’. An
idea for an ‘Alt Lit House’ may happen. Is this the happiest thing I’ve heard
all week? I think it is. Here Steve goes into detail about how such a thing may
work. Creativity is one of the best things you can have in life. Being creative
is what makes me who I am. Such a house can help encourage me. Is it time for
alt lit to get a commune? I think so. Perhaps it is time to finally be
surrounded by alt lit instead of reviewing them from afar.
Laura Broadbent
has a book coming out on Snare books called ‘Oh There You Are I Can’t See You
Is It Raining?’ I like her reading voice. The MC of the event explains this is
her first public reading. For the occasion she busts out the book learning.
Alex
Manley follows. Several call him the ‘Rap Game Robert Frost’. Here he goes into
the backlash of those hockey fans. Here he describes the ‘six year old please
fuck me eyes’. From here he explains the idea of a ‘blowjob’. Alex explains
every possible crevice of the blowjob. He uses his mouth to do this, through
delivering words.
Ali
Pinkey reads poetry. Her content follows after Alex’s quite nicely. I like how
her voice quivers at the right place. Each time she says ‘o’ is amazing. The
way it sounds rounded is particularly fine. Clearly Ali’s work embodied the
general ‘GOTH’ theme of the evening. Slippery ends her set.
Ashley
Oppenheim is loved like a rainbow by Guillaume. The chatroom gets a shout-out
from Ashley. I think she is extremely good of her as she probably knows she’ll
end up on a blog someday for her online support. ‘You are so special’ begins
her reading. Global organisms can be a thing. For her reading she kneels
because she worships the audience. ‘Every breath I take I’m like whoa this is
crazy’ is a surprisingly funny line.
Guillaume
Morissette introduces a piece from his new book. ‘New Tab’ is the name. When is
it coming out? Nobody knows. This is a going to be a novel. Here it happens to
be quite funny. Delivery-wise Guillaume is pretty good, he has a delivery that
is all his own. Montreal gets a rare sneak peak at this highly anticipated as
fuck book.
Steve
Roggenbuck rises up. ‘Get Goth’ becomes a chant. *SPOILER ALERT* Apparently
Steve does NOT have a dog. That’s crazy.. Dogs dislike Tao Lin’s work. How
unfortunate. ‘All I do is post on the internet and sleep’ is brought out for
the Montreal audience. Expect to see Steve in your dreams. Steve currently uses
a hashtag on twitter about how hot he is. What makes it exciting is that this
poem starts the same way and then becomes a different, almost conversational thing.
Two new poems are introduced to the audience. First one is when he gets lost.
The other one is when you are 60.
It ends
like all readings end with the hugging of a fluffy dinosaur. That’s Canada for
you: all about the dinosaurs, flower Goth girls, and assorted Canadians. Yep it
is a beautiful country. Hope someday I can visit America’s northern Ned Flanders.

i did not see enough underpants
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