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|Monday, December 08, 2014, 6:21:34 PM- Cold day|
I have decided to skip today's gym workout. I have not
had enough sleep the past two nights. I need better focus,
better organization. Too easily to injure myself if I have not
had enough deep rest.
The psycho neighbour kept me awake for a long time last
I have already had a 2.5 mile walk on the mountain of love
today. I had a visual field test at QV Hospital which is on Mt.
Royal early this morning. Afterwards I walked back up to
The Stairway To Heaven and then back home. Windchill
on Mt. Royal was -23C. Winter is here.
I have some early symptoms of glaucoma, but thank goodness
they are not getting worse.
Like I have said, this building and this whole street is full
of creative people. I am not expecting perfect silence. I
have been here for 12.5 years now. We have had harmonica
players, cellists, guitarists, pianists, drummers, clarinetists.
And there are commercial businesses nearby which play
music to put bums in seats.
But this guy's bass & guitar playing is poisonous in intention.
He wants to transmit his unhappiness around. He wants to
own the acoustic space of this building as well as his own.
It is not understandable that he has a soundproof recording
studio in his apartment, but he does not use it. He is not
We are now into our toughest time of year at the street
mission where I volunteer. On Sunday we fed about 220
poor people for our annual Christmas dinner. It was a great
success. But it was a lot of work.
Now we start to mobilize for the Christmas hampers. About
150 people will receive 65-85 lbs. of canned goods, rice,
pasta, toiletries, shoe laces, you name it.
I absolutely have to be ready and able to do those heavy
To have to tolerate this selfish, needy, useless little shit
is very, very difficult. He is dangerous and he is lost.
|Monday, December 08, 2014, 6:30:16 AM- Unhappy Little Shit|
It makes my heart very heavy, but I am thinking that
it might be time for me to leave Montreal. I do not want
to live beside the idiot guitar god. He is playing for us right
now, alternating between bass & guitar. He has a sound-
proof studio, but does not use it. He wants us to hear.
I know that the police have checked him out recently,
but he does not play loud for more than 10 minutes at a
time, and they have not yet caught him playing at that
I have been thinking that it is time for me to move to
Halifax. I can do the same kind of volunteer work with
poor people there. I just don't know what to do with
my elderly cat. I have the # for the SPCA shelter, but I
can't stand the idea of saying goodbye to him there.
It might be time for me to admit defeat and move on.
I would never be able to find another place for such
low rent so close to Mt. Royal, which has been my
When I was in Halifax before I found that talking things
over with the Atlantic ocean was very similar to walking
on the Mountain of Love. Very similar.
I will stay here to finish the Christmas hampers at the
street mission where I volunteer. I will discuss departure
with my landlord and see what needs to be done.
The hostile psychotic has a lot of money. He can hire a
lawyer and make it appear that I am the crazy one bothering
He said to me that if we called the police it would be war.
Maybe he will win the war and I will move to Halifax.
|Sunday, December 07, 2014, 1:53:32 AM- Pathetic|
Now he is going crazy. Super loud. He sounds hostile
and real fucked up. He has not played this loud for
a long time.
|Sunday, December 07, 2014, 1:23:39 AM- Psychotic Behaviour|
The idiot guitar god is giving us a free concert right now
on his bass, steadily louder and louder. Pathetic, needy,
useless. Desperate for attention.
He is definitely not playing in his soundproof studio.
I think he gets claustrophobic in there all alone.
Useless little shit.
|Thursday, December 04, 2014, 7:01:07 PM- Unhappy Little Shit|
Idiot guitar god in next building giving us mini concerts
for free today, on bass and guitar. He is definitely not
playing in his expensive soundproof recording studio.
A long time ago he threatened to throw me off his balcony.
He likes to talk like gangster, you know? In reality he is
a pathetic fucked up princess.
Lonely, needy, useless psychotic. I feel sorry for him.
It must be terrible to be so useless & unimportant.
|Wednesday, December 03, 2014, 2:06:56 AM- Me big fan of radio|
I am a faithful listener of CBC Radio, one & two. This started long ago
when a guy named Lloyd Percival did a program on physical fitness
and strength. I think that is the correct name, but not certain. We are
talking 1965-66, I think. I would have been 13-14 years old. I played
a lot of team sports and could run pretty fast, etc. but this guy was
talking about solitary focus on kinaesthetic experience via the tech-
nology of radio. It was a community of individual introvert home
athletes. That appealed to me greatly. Radio was physical and visceral.
Gradually I found myself trusting news coverage on CBC Radio more
than anything I saw or watched on television. The trance of television
has never felt trustworthy. There is a level of pretending. The folks
who use the programming to sell their commercial products control
the ethical parameters for inducing experience of needing and wanting.
The psychological science of trance induction came from research in
medical psychiatry and brainwave studies in psychology. It was made
available to the producers of television advertising.
I have been furious with CBC Radio in the past few years, in reaction
to the way that television aesthetics have invaded the tradition of
radio journalism. This is not merely a conflict between innovation
and tradition. It is an abandonment of the primary mandate of CBC
as a public broadcaster --- which is to enlighten. To not hustle.
The moral dignity of the corporation has been trivialized and discarded.
Nowhere is this more obvious than in the hiring and promotion of
the "personality" of Jian Ghomeshi. I am sure that in recent years I
written 8 or 10 times to complain about his radio presence. He always
sounded like we should be sorry it was "only" radio, because he is
irrisistable to women. Hell, okay, men too. Too bad this is only radio.
"I'm a celebrity. You're a celebrity. Let's jerk off on the radio! And the
little people will love it." Such a top down delivery. The takeover by
television people became so blatant. He interviewed television
celebrities on the radio. I had to stop listening.
There are other examples, too. Local programming here in Montreal
is a bizarre alternation between wothwhile listening and total garbage.
I have the latest television news package about JG and the sexual
violence accusations, allegations. I have had it on bookmarks list
for several days. I might not watch it at all. It might make me puke.
To say that I am spectacularly disappointed in CBC Radio is a big
|Monday, November 24, 2014, 1:05:27 AM- Pathetic little man|
Here we go again, louder this time. Needy little shit plays loud bass.
|Sunday, November 23, 2014, 11:09:17 PM- Pathetic little shithead|
Today at street mission where I volunteer we have been making
a stash of good winter boots, specifically for homeless men. We
still have 7 or 8 pair left. We have had just a small amount of
snow so far, so most of the homeless men are still wearing street
shoes or running shoes, or even sandals.
I am accustomed to dealing with needy people. It is a super frustrating
and disappointing thing to have this wealthy neighbour who needs
to play mini concerts on his bass. He has been playing just the past
few minutes. Pathetic, lonely, needy, useless little shit. He is just as
desperate as the homeless man wearing running shoes with his
bare toes sticking out.
He thinks that he is more important than his neighbours. He thinks
that the acoustic space of our building belongs to him. He is behaving
like a fucked up princess.
Wealthy psycho fuckup.
|Wednesday, November 19, 2014, 11:38:23 PM- Desperate little shit|
The psycho guitar neighbour is playing a loud concert for
us on his bass right now. This time of year with the decrease
in sunlight, such people become terrified that none of their
neighbours know how important they are. It is a season for
I am sure that he feels so uncomfortable in his expensive
soundproof recording studio. He feels lost and claustrophobic.
Stupid litlle man. So needy, so useless, so desperate for
attention. Wealthy, needy glamour people are such a pissoff.
Fuck off, little man.
|Thursday, November 06, 2014, 12:01:28 AM- Pathetic little shit|
The idiot neighbour has been playing a tape loop of him
playing exactly the same bass line over & over again
for the past 40 minutes. He may not even be at home.
Sometimes he sets up a drum machine right against the
wall and then goes out for dinner.
There is no other instrument, just the same bass pattern over
and over and over again.
Unhappy little shit. Earlier he was was wall-tapping & banging.
Like he told us long ago - if you call the police it will be war.
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