One year ago today the most wonderful woman in the world and I fancied ourselves up and went to city hall to get married. I love her so dearly. The last year has been superb.

Tom Scharpling name checked me pretty hard last night on WFMU. He played a Gnarls Barkley song (Crazy) while I was on the chat room that he watches while broadcasting. I typed "Aargh! Gnarls Barkley!" which is the correct response, and he said "some guy in the chat is mad that I played Gnarls Barkley. You're gonna be hearing that song all summer buddy."

Where will I hear this song? On the radio that I never listen to? I might hear it coming out of a car window in my neighbourhood it three years, judging by what's on heavy rotation in the pimped '87 Civic hatchbacks of Little Italy.

I'll admit I judged the Gnarls Barkley book by its cover when I saw the press photos and heard who was involved. So I got the album and listened to it (something I would not have done in my mid-twenties. I would have just dismissed it. [blog about growing up and maturity later])

There are parts that are so annoying and also parts that make my balls shiver for the awesomeness. Cee-lo is an amazing singer. I'll admit the construction of the songs is mind-blowing. The low-fi vinyl scratching sounds are meticulously placed by a cold, dead digital god. Was each scratch and damaged *CLICK* placed by hand, or did you just sample three minutes from a sound effects OCD...uh CD?

This style of music is so heavily borrowed from so many other styles of music as well as specific songs, it comes off as a collage. More than this, it demands of you a specific musical knowledge that goes past certain genres or even certain songs, down to certain beats or samples in certain songs.

I understand the appeal of Gnarls Barkley. It's fun. In fact, I like fun music, I swear to god. I liked Hey Ya by Outkast for a few months, but oh holy god did that song turn like milk. I fear the same fate for Gnarls Barkley.

My solo project Barls Charkley, however, is nearly ready to be released. I'm just adding a little more timelessness.

Today we had the misfortune of riding our bikes through Queen's Park while the Marijuana March people were hanging around. What a nightmare. "hemp culture" from horizon to horizon. Kids from the suburbs rolling phat philly bluntz. Doors t-shirts with the sales tags still attached. So much dirty hair. The stench. Oh god the stench.

Look at the parade route. It's 1.5 km! They walked around the block for their drug! What an astounding commitment to a cause! They must have been tired after that hike, because I sure saw alot of people lying on the ground.

There was a free oxygen tent with a huge line-up. A guy had a megaphone yelling "DO NOT SMOKE AROUND THE OXYGEN TANKS! DO NOT SMOKE AROUND THE OXYGEN TANKS!"